Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (33 page)

Make up for lost time.

“Keep waking up, baby. I’m going to go play with Saint for a bit until I need you again.” Boyce pushed her closer to the edge of the bed. “Then I’ll need you to come fuck him. Think you can do that for me?”

She nodded, her gaze bouncing between Saint’s erection and his face. When she glanced at Saint’s cock again, licking her lips, he flexed his muscles. That caused them both to laugh lightly, a smile playing over Grae’s features as Boyce levered himself off the bed.

Boyce’s heavy footfalls resonated through Saint as he drew closer. Made him even more in tune with his lover. Boyce passed his hand across Saint’s chest as he circled him, tugging on one of the leather straps. The tug pulled at the ring surrounding Saint’s erection, and he hissed loudly. Though it hadn’t hurt, it had underscored the level of submission Boyce was already trying to draw Saint into.

As Boyce leaned over, he caressed his lips gently against Saint’s and lifted his hand to stroke Saint’s neck. As Saint accepted Boyce’s tongue, feeling it slide between his lips, Saint also felt Boyce cup his throat. Saint’s muscles went lax as Boyce tightened his hold and plunged his tongue into Saint’s willing mouth over and over. Pleasure, white hot and full of pain, rushed through his body, flooding his already impossibly hard dick to rigid steel. Saint surrendered wholly to Boyce, allowing the man to be the one in complete control of his breathing.

Boyce released, allowed him to take in air.

Then tightened again and denied him.

Saint lost track of the length of time that ticked away between the two sensations, barely conscious of the sweet sex-saturated oxygen that flooded his lungs when Boyce allowed him to breathe.

Saint was so focused on Boyce, he jumped against his bindings when a hot, sweet mouth closed over his cock. He relaxed as Grae swallowed with her skillful mouth, and Boyce continued to kiss him through the breath play.

“No blowing down her pretty, pretty throat,” Boyce ordered. His hand tightened, severing Saint’s air supply as if to underscore his command.

Saint lost track of time again. Felt the minutes slipping away as both took their pleasure from him. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Boyce say something, and felt Grae respond by adjusting the pressure of her mouth. The pace of her strokes.

Saint wanted to surrender to the exquisiteness but they were both working to keep him balanced on that plane where nothing existed. Where pleasure and pain were the same. Where dreams and reality tangled. Where Saint’s entire world encapsulated these two people whom he loved with every fiber of his being.

“Please.” His voice sounded so foreign, he was convinced he hadn’t even spoken at all. Until Boyce tugged on the back of his head, swooping in to kiss him deeply again.

Grae’s mouth disappeared.

Seconds later, Saint felt the scorching heat of her pussy surrounding him as she slowly sank. As she took his entire length, she wiggled her hips. Clenched her muscles. Held him tight.

Saint’s vision sheeted white.

He felt a sharp nip against his ear lobe and used the pain to drag himself back to the surface. He found Boyce’s face level with his. Grae still sat in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. Her eyes were sparking in the low light, her cheeks tinged pink from arousal and the frantic pace of their mating. She kept her gaze on him as she leaned forward. The movement shifted his position inside her and they both hissed softly.

Boyce’s voice sounded against his ear. “She’s going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. And she’s going to come. Several times. Spread her sweet, hot juices all over your dick. But you’re not going to blow. Are you?”

“No,” Saint forced through clenched teeth. “No, you
goddamn
know I won’t. But for Christ’s sake, just let her move already.” Saint was certain he was going to pass out since all the blood in his body had collected on the other side of the cock ring. The pressure around his flesh was approaching the point of pain. A point that he wasn’t sure he could overcome even with the intense sensations bracketing his body. He’d always been able to balance on that fine line between the two, but everything Boyce was doing tonight was slowly picking apart Saint’s flawless control.

Just when he thought Boyce Denali couldn’t surprise him anymore.

Grae clenched her muscles tight around him, keeping her hold tight as she slowly lifted.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck
.

He’d hoped her movement would take the edge off his need. Allow him to solely focus on Grae’s pleasure. But the way she cradled him inside her, massaging him as she slowly dropped. Rose again. Dropped.

Fucking madness
.

Saint’s eyes dropped closed as he revealed in the sensations pouring through his body. Saint had just enough room to move his hips slightly in order to meet each of Grae’s downstrokes. Her voice joined his. Their breathing syncing as they both sped toward completion.

Yes. Yes.
Now
.
Blow around me right now, baby
.

Grae cried out as she ceased moving.

Saint’s eyes flew open.

Boyce held Grae’s shoulders tightly, pushing her down so she couldn’t move. He kept his gaze on Saint’s as he leaned closer to Grae’s ear. The roaring in Saint’s ears kept him from hearing their whispers. He watched Grae’s eyes flutter closed, an utter peace sweeping over her. Her muscles tightened around him, holding him in an intimate embrace. Metal clanked as he pulled hard on the handcuffs, fighting to smooth his hands over her skin.

Touch her.

Hold her while Boyce slipped into her from behind.

A burning need spread through Saint to feel them both. Fuck them both.

Separately.

Together.

Fuck if he cared.

Grae pressed her breasts against Saint’s chest, the leather, as she leaned forward. “I’m supposed to tell you that after Boyce takes my ass again, he’s going to take yours.”

“While you’re still buried inside her cunt,” Boyce added at full volume.

Need raged through Saint as Boyce pressed his lips against his other ear. Saint gritted his teeth and swallowed, wondering how much more of this he could endure.

Though he’d taken Boyce past the breaking point several times, had taken more than a few submissives there—Saint had never been there himself. Though the desire had been there, hidden deep, he’d always been more concerned with taking care of others. Someday, he hoped to find the courage to let someone else give him that gift.

Right now, all he wanted was Grae and Boyce—however he could get them.

“But I’m not done giving her instructions.” Boyce pressed his mouth to Grae’s ear again.

Grae began speaking after a moment. “I’m supposed to repeat everything Boyce says next, word for word.” Boyce spoke so softly to her, Saint could only hear a quiet whisper of sound. “Ford Campbell Templar, love of my life, bone of my bone, kindred soul, and Grae Marie Burrows, my light in the dark, my fiery redhead, would you both do me the honor of marrying me?”

Saint felt the world pitch on its axis. He was certain his lungs stopped functioning, his heart ceased beating. The same shock he was experiencing widened Grae’s eyes as the weight of what she’d just said took hold. She started to push off Saint, to turn, but Boyce held her in place.

“Well?”

Saint knew his answer. Grae however...asking her to accept them as her Masters and her husbands? Those two things asked so close together could be the tipping point that ended everything. Nothing to do now but run full force into their fate.

“I’m in.” Saint met Boyce’s gaze first, then Grae’s. “How about you, beautiful?”

“You two really, really don’t play fair. And I doubt you ever will.” She leaned forward to touch her lips against Saint’s, then sat up and tipped her head back toward Boyce. “I couldn’t think of a better way to be yours in every way possible.”

“Oh, I can think of at least a hundred other ways.” Boyce’s eyes flashed as he shot Saint a lethal smile and pressed his lips to Grae’s ear again. “Hang on, angel.”

Saint knew what was coming and released his pull on the cuffs, the metal sliding against his abraded skin. As he did, Boyce spread Grae’s legs wider, brushing his hand against Saint’s testicles. Against the metal ring surrounding the base of Saint’s dick. The one that Saint was convinced was going to kill him because all the blood in his body seemed trapped on the other side.

Saint released a held breath as Boyce pushed his cock into Grae’s ass, feeling it press against his through the skin separating the two channels. Saint remained immobile, unwilling to fracture the tenuous thread holding them together.

Holding him together.

Threading through his soul.

His heart.

Saint had been convinced they’d lost their chance with Grae. It would be work, but damn if Saint was going to let these two people whom he loved so dearly get away from him. He’d fight tooth and nail to keep them at his side. And
good goddamn
he couldn’t wait to see wedding bands around their fingers.

A small cry of pleasure from Grae pulled Saint back into the moment and out of his head. Boyce had fully seated his cock inside Grae and from the way her eyebrows were drawn together to show she was deeply concentrating, she was trying to adjust to the strange fullness. To having two cocks buried so deep.

Saint leaned forward as much as the cuffs would allow and pressed his lips to a spot on her neck, her rapidly skipping pulse beating against his mouth. “Breathe with me, angel. One slow inhale.” She did as instructed, held the breath for a few seconds, then released. “Again.”

As she exhaled, her eyes opened. The furrow between her eyebrows had smoothed away, vanishing as tension bled off. She dropped down, taking the two men into her body. Accepting them.

Boyce cupped her breasts, drawing her back against his chest. “Ride us, baby. Give us your pleasure.”

Grae hesitated for a moment, causing Saint to think they’d pushed her too far. But when she began moving, he realized she had just been gathering her breath. She moved slowly at first, undulating her pelvis so she rocked against Saint first, then Boyce. Before long, she was taking them into her over and over while she raced toward the end.

Heat and need and hunger rioted through Saint, seeking some kind of relief. But the damn cock ring held his orgasm just out of reach. He didn’t need the fucking thing in the first place, but Boyce was out to prove a point. Just then, Grae’s muscles clenched tight around Saint and all he could think about was seeing her orgasm over and over.

Her body began trembling, her thigh muscles shaking.

“Come on, baby.” Boyce’s voice sounded over Grae’s shoulder.

Saint felt a tug against the leather straps bisecting his chest. Looking down, he saw Grae had wrapped her hands around the strips and was using them to help support her as she rode both men. Her inner walls clenched tighter and tighter, her voice a high whine as she stumbled over the rhythm. Couldn’t find it again.

Suddenly, she pitched forward, the weight of Boyce’s hold pinning her to Saint’s chest. Boyce began pistoning his hips, fucking them both in earnest. Grae tightened impossibly, gripping the leather straps as she held on.

The dual sensation of feeling Boyce’s dick as he plunged into Grae’s pussy and feeling her grow tighter and tighter was finally enough to tip Saint over the edge. Just as Grae’s body went taut, her walls fluttering around Saint as orgasm swept over her, Saint surrendered to the sensation and plummeted off the edge of the precipice with her. They fell screaming and bucking into the abyss, riding the tidal wave of sensations bracketing them. Somewhere in the distance, Saint heard Boyce’s shout of release and felt his lover join them in the madness.

Saint’s lungs burned. His arms ached. But he kept churning his hips, driving up into Grae to keep those delicious aftershocks quivering through her. A sharp pain spread across his shoulders and as she climaxed again, soaking the length of his cock, he realized she was still pulling on the straps and they were digging into his skin.

The heady scent of her orgasm struck him somewhere deep inside. The same place where Boyce had taken up residence. A mark across his soul. A brand he would always carry with him. A permanent etching of devotion and love much like the tattoo he wore for Noble House.

The ratchet of metal cleared Saint’s mind. He wrapped his newly freed arms around Grae, holding her tight as he lifted his gaze to find Boyce looking down at him.

A lazy smile played across Boyce’s lips as he lowered his head and brushed a kiss against Saint’s sweaty forehead. “Thank you for never giving up on me. Her. On us.”

G
rae woke up achy and sore, but in a good way that made her smile. Nestled between Saint and Boyce in their bed, she wondered how she could have been so afraid of getting exactly what she wanted.

They’d put her through everything last night. As though they had something to prove. To her. Or to themselves. Now she wore their collar. And had no plans to remove it.

She’d learned a lot about herself. About them. She had a feeling she had a lot more to uncover. For the first time in a long while, she was excited about the path stretched out before her. She didn’t know everything they would encounter, but it didn’t matter.