Chapter Thirty-Three

This night had been planned for a week—or so the men had told her as they’d left the forum after the game—but Becky had no idea what to expect when she stepped into the club. In the day-to-day flow they’d eased into, things had become so . . . normal. She’d made love to Zach, quietly in her bed. Had a quickie with Scott in the shower after washing the calamine lotion from his body. Wonderful, all of it, but there was nothing kinky. Nothing besides their relationship going beyond the status quo of one man, one woman, to make what they had any different. Not even a threesome to add a bit of spice.

Then again, she hadn’t expected the proposal either. Her men were sneaky, and she’d come to love their little surprises. Whether it be flowers, stolen kisses between the three of them behind closed doors after a press conference, or a sudden trip to a BDSM club.

But . . . at the same time, she wasn’t sure what they were doing here. Zach hadn’t given any indication that he wanted to be her Dom again. She’d tried to regain his trust by being open about her insecurities. By sharing everything from her bitterness about Patrick losing interest in his daughter, to how she felt when he spent the night in the basement with Scott, instead of sleeping by her side. He’d been quiet for a while after she’d admitted she wished both he and Scott could sleep with her but was afraid of the questions from Casey if she came in and saw them together. Then he’d told her to do whatever she felt was best, with a subtle reminder that Casey was perceptive and would ask about the three of them either way. Becky had to be prepared for that.

And maybe she was.

Sometimes she worried that he’d get tired of her going on about everything, but all she saw in his eyes was compassion. And, more importantly, his reservations about their future had slowly dissolved until none remained. Clearly, since he’d placed his ring on her finger, committing himself to her for the rest of his life.

The rest of our life.

She couldn’t help but be a little concerned that Zach would want to play here, the first time it was the three of them together. It made her feel horrible to think she’d damaged his confidence so much that he’d feel the need to be supervised to do a scene with her. She’d never hide from him again. She’d done her best to prove that.

“You better get rid of that worrywart face before Zach decides to start the night off with a spanking,” Scott whispered in her ear as he took her long, white wool coat. He shrugged off his own jacket, then handed both over at the new coat check that had been built near the door, narrowing the once open entrance. An influx of new people vying for membership had Tim—who was temporarily running things for Dean—making a few changes to protect the privacy of the players who made up a good third of the regular attendees. Becky took a deep breath as she peered into the darkened club, seeing little more than the bar from where she stood.

You don’t belong here. Becky stiffened her spine, even as Zach’s past words made her steps falter. “The way you play is downright dangerous.” He’d been right. But she’d changed. Learned from her mistakes. A tiny, sharp voice in her head thought otherwise. Have you? Really?

With a mental sock stuffed in to shut that voice up, she gave Scott a sly look. “If he’s going to spank me, it won’t be because I seem worried about something.”

“Oh really?” Scott grinned, drawing her away from the entrance to the bar where he sat and stood her between his parted thighs. He unbuttoned her silk blouse, then stroked the bare expanse of her stomach with his fingertips, making her shiver at the frisson of pleasure. “What are your intensions, my naughty girl?”

“You’ll see, Sir.” Becky dropped her gaze when she caught Chicklet glancing over at her from behind the bar. She couldn’t help but feel like every Dom in the place was watching her, like that little voice had spit out the sock she’d stuffed in its mouth to laugh and whisper that they needed to. Because she couldn’t be trusted.

I’ll show them. I’ll make my Master proud.

If he ever wanted to be that to her again.

“Hey, lovebirds. Wanted to say congrats.” Luke came over, a lot of swagger in his walk even though he was wearing nothing put a pair of low-riding, snug silk boxer briefs, his feet bare, a decidedly submissive outfit. He winked at Chicklet when she met his gaze with a hard one of her own, as though assessing his behavior. Chicklet shook her head, grinned, then came over to serve the drinks Scott ordered. Three shots of tequila. Luke stared at Scott, then tapped his finger by his shot glass. “Uh, I really shouldn’t . . .”

“You get to play with my man, I get to corrupt you.” Scott gave Luke an easy smile as he lifted Becky’s wrist to lick it. He sprinkled salt on her wet skin, then held her wrist out for Luke, his lips brushing Becky’s neck as he spoke. “Taste her. She’s delicious.”

Luke shuddered, his gaze still on Scott as he licked the salt. His tongue was hot on Becky’s flesh, and for some reason, having Scott hold her while Luke had his mouth on her had hot liquid pooling in her core.

“Open.” Scott picked up Luke’s shot glass and tipped it to Luke’s lips, a positively wicked glint in his eyes. He put a possessive hand on Becky’s shoulder when Luke’s gaze shifted to the exposed swell of her breasts above her cream-colored bra, then fed Luke a lemon slice. “One shot for courage. You better go. They’re waiting for you.”

“You sure you’re not a Dom?” Luke asked, sounding a little breathless as he dropped the lemon slice on a napkin. “’Cause . . . damn.”

“Naw, I’m pure vanilla, boy.” Scott chuckled at Luke’s doubtful look. “Can’t you tell?”

If that’s true, I think vanilla just hit the top of my favorite flavors. Becky squirmed as Scott idly traced the waist of her suit pants, fiddling with the top button.

“Right. Vanilla.” Luke snorted. “With sprinkles, chocolate sauce.” His eyes glistened with amusement. “Maybe a few nuts.”

“Ha!” Scott watched Luke as he drew Becky’s loose hair over one shoulder. He undid the front clasp of her bra, brushing aside her hands when she moved to stop him. “I don’t envy your nuts tonight, pal.”

“Niño.” Sebastian called. Luke turned, a flush spreading across his skin as Sebastian gave him a hooded look. Sebastian pointed to the spot beside where Jami knelt at his feet. “Come.”

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna.” Luke mumbled before quickly crossing the room to kneel in front of his Master.

Scott pressed his hand to Becky’s cheek, bringing her gaze back to him. “We have a few minutes before we have to go. Pretty slaves get their drinks last, right?” He cocked his head as he lifted her bare breasts in his hand. “I think I’ll take my time with mine.”

“Go . . . ?” She whimpered as his thighs gripped her hips tight and he flicked his tongue over one nipple. Then the other. A sprinkle of salt and his mouth was on her again, the sensation of the salt adding a slight scrape to the smooth press of his lips. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, holding her still as her knees buckled. The zip of pleasure traveled down like a sharp electric pulse straight to her clit. Moisture dampened the plain white panties she’d worn under her pants.

He gave her other nipple the same attention, then dipped his finger into his shot glass. Sucked it dry. Eyed her as he tipped a quarter of the liquid over her breasts. “I don’t drink and drive, but I can’t leave you all wet.”

He squeezed the lemon over her breasts, lapping up the cool droplets as they drizzled down. Then he kissed her, his mouth sweet and sour all at once, making her taste buds sizzle almost as much as her skin.

“Lick.” He offered her his palm. His skin tasted fresh and clean from the shower he’d taken after the game. She eyed him as she took her time running her tongue over his rough flesh. The control he’d displayed so far faltered a bit. His hand wasn’t quite steady as he shook the salt shaker over his hand. She sucked rather than licked off the salt.

Her shot of tequila burned all the way down. Every single inch of her was aroused. She pulled at the lemon slice he brought to her mouth, using her lips and the gentle press of her teeth to show him what she’d do once she had her mouth on him.

“Damn, woman.” Scott stood, his arms still around her to keep her close enough to feel his erection through his pants. “Keep it up and I won’t wait for Zach.”

“We have to, Scott. Tonight, I need—”

“I know. So do I.”

Zach returned from where he’d been speaking to Sebastian, his eyes on her as he took hold of Scott’s wrist and sucked his fingers. Then he pressed her against the bar and lowered his head to clean the droplets of lemon and tequila Scott had left on her breasts and stomach. He rose to kiss her.

“Get the keys to Ford’s bike, Scott. I’m ready to go.” The edges of Zach’s lips quirked up as Becky stared at him, confused. “You didn’t really think we’d share this special night at the club, did you, little doe?”

“Actually, I did.” Becky dropped her gaze to Zach’s shoes, not sure she could take the disappointment in his eyes once he heard how badly she’d misjudged him. “I hate that I made you feel lacking as a Dom. But I know I did. And—”

“No, Becky. I let myself feel that way. We’ve both learned a lot about one another since then. I’m not perfect. I can’t read minds.” He tapped a fingertip under her chin, then waited for her to meet his eyes. “You’ve made it clear that I don’t have to. I want this for us. Want what brought us together. And so much more.”

“I was scared that I’d ruined it. I couldn’t stand to see you here, feeling like you needed to be watched over with me.” She gave him a hesitant smile. “So we aren’t staying? Why is Scott getting Ford’s bike?”

Zach leaned against the bar, a crooked smile on his lips. “Because I left mine here and he needs a way to get where we’re going. Do you remember the dream you told me about? You on my bike, both of us touching you? The dream aroused you until I told you to forget everything else. As though you had to choose between your life and what we share?”

“I remember.” She hadn’t liked telling him about that dream. How could anything positive come of it? But she didn’t keep things from him anymore. She whispered her thanks as he did up her bra, then her blouse. Being dressed made it easier to talk openly. “I know you’d never ask me to do that—”

“Yes, but it’s a shame to waste such an erotic setup. We’ve both been working to replace some of Scott’s negative memories with good ones. Scott and I plan to do the same for you.” He rested an elbow on the bar as Scott returned with Ford. “Are you ready?”

“I’m not sure I am.” Ford fisted his keys in his hand. “You sure this man can drive, Zach? My bike’s my baby. Scott’s my friend and all . . .” His eyes narrowed at Scott’s frown. “Hey, I saw footage of you ripping up the side of a rented Camaro against a brick wall street racing. Sorry if I need a second opinion from someone sane.”

Becky smiled, snuggling close to Zach’s side, liking Ford a little more for his assessment of her Master. Maybe he was smarter than he looked.

“You have it, Ford. He’ll get your baby back to you without a scratch on it,” Zach said, slapping Ford’s shoulder. “That aside, how are things going here? You feeling it?”

“Ah . . . let me get back to you on that. Experiencing everything from the side of a sub is a little weird. It feels wrong.” Ford took a deep breath as Chicklet called out for him to take a tray to a waiting table. “The Cobras and their crew are enjoying this way too much. Becoming a Delgado came with a price. Mason sends his order back one more time and I’ll—”

“I wouldn’t suggest you doing anything besides saying ‘Yes, Sir.’ He’s one of the most respected Doms here.” Zach gave Ford a pointed look. “And he knows exactly why you’re doing this.”

“Yeah, well he can go fuck himself.” Ford grumbled, picking up the tray Chicklet slid across the bar. “With all due respect. Which I won’t repeat.”

“Good idea.” Zach casually slung his arm over Becky’s shoulder, grinning when she shivered at the proprietary gesture. “Most of us have been through this, boy. If you’re meant to be a Dom, this will make you a better one.”

“As an aspiring Dom, can I tell you to suck my dick?” Ford balanced the tray on his hand with experienced ease, a dark scowl on his face.

Zach gave him a biting smile. “Not unless you plan to follow through. Don’t forget, you want to be acknowledged as a Dom here in the future, you have to go through me as well. So play nice.”

“Got it. And no.” Ford shifted away from Zach. “I’m cool with you swinging both ways, but I’m not going there.”

“So noted.” Zach drew Becky away from the bar, watching Ford until he handed his keys to Scott. “You’ll have your bike back tomorrow morning. With my thanks. And Becky’s and Scott’s as well.”

“Hell, you’ve got my thanks now.” Scott grabbed Ford’s shoulder, then pulled him in for a rough hug. “You’ll be fine. And give me a call later. I get what it’s like—trying to prove yourself.”

Becky wanted to wrap her arms around Scott. Remind him he’d succeeded. But Zach was already leading her out. He retrieved their jackets, then held her hand as they crossed the small parking lot beside the bar. By his bike, Zach took her helmet off the handlebar and placed it on her head. The face shield was dark enough that she couldn’t see much at night with it down, so she was surprised when it was lifted to reveal Scott, instead of Zach.

Not that she minded, at all, but she couldn’t help but glance over to make sure Zach hadn’t left without her. The idea of playing out her fantasy had her feeling a little uncertain. Sex in the club was the closest she’d ever gotten to exposing herself in public.

Scott leaned close, speaking against her lips. “If you don’t want to do this, you should tell him now.”

Straddling his bike, Zach met her gaze with a reassuring smile. He would accept whatever choice she made.

I want this. I want to take his lead and not worry about where he’ll take me. Because no matter where it is, I’ll be safe. She took a deep, bracing breath and smiled at Scott. “I’m good. Was that all you wanted to say? Because I wanted to tell you—”

“You did tell me, Becky.” Scott gave her a soft kiss. “The way you looked at me when I mentioned proving myself made it clear that I have.”

“Yes.” She pressed against him, catching his bottom lip with her teeth. He still tasted like salt and lemon. Delicious.

Scott groaned, deepening the kiss, chuckling when Zach revved his bike’s engine. “We better go before he decides to play right here. My fault. I’ve been teasing him with erotic details about the scene we planned whenever I get him alone. His dick’s probably rock hard in his leathers.”

Becky grinned mischievously, stroking Scott’s erection through his pants. “He’s not the only one.”

“Oh, you’re mean!” Scott laughed, tapping down her face shield. He gave her a playful shove toward Zach before going to mount a big black and gleaming chrome Harley parked a few feet away.

Zach reached back to help her up onto the bike behind him. He looked at her over his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect!” She shouted to be heard over the purring engine, hugging his waist. “I just had to get back at him for teasing you!”

Chuckling, Zach brought his hand down to squeeze hers. “That’s my girl!”

The ride in itself was thrilling, with the dark aroma of Zach’s leather jacket mingling with the damp ocean air, the wind whipping at her as they sped through the night. Streetlights danced in a yellow blur for the first few miles, but then there was nothing but the headlights from the bikes to illuminate the street. No sound but the animalistic roar of the engines. The vibrations beneath her had her blood racing to her core where it pulse with a steady, needy rhythm.

She tightened her grip on Zach’s waist, wondering if his bike would get her off before he could. The arousal winding up within made it likely. Memories of the dream, no longer as frightening as they’d once been, had her whimpering. She knew the feeling of both men’s hands, their mouths, on her body. But not both together.

Zach pulled to a stop just as she pressed her eyes shut, ready to let go. He killed the engine, then lifted her right up without warning, holding her flush against his body as he lowered her to her feet. Her heels made her unsteady on the rocky surface. She squinted as Zach brought up her face shield, the headlight of Scott’s borrowed bike practically blinding her.

“You were driving me insane back there, clenching your thighs, moving in that way you do just before you’re about to come.” He studied her face, his pale green eyes glowing with passion. The wind rustled through the leaves of the trees around them, but the space where they stood had an aura of stillness as though Zach controlled the very atmosphere around him. “Did you?”

She shook her head, licking her lips as her core gave a mournful throb. “No, Sir. But I was close.”

Sliding his hand up between her breasts, he held her gaze as his hand curved around the base of her throat. He added a bit of pressure, enough to make her gasp at the rush of fear. Of desire. “Let’s cool you off a bit then.”

As he stepped back, Scott moved forward, his lips slanting slightly as he unbuttoned her blouse. Then unclasped her bra for the second time that night. He tossed both to Zach, then took a knee to remove her pants, drawing her panties down with them. He left the helmet on, which made watching what he was doing a little challenging. But she could feel him. Becky’s legs shook as he remained on his knee, his face so close that his breath caressed her freshly shaved pussy. He couldn’t resist touching her, tasting her—could he?

But he did. He stood and took her things from Zach and went to stuff them into one of his bike’s saddlebags. Zach removed his leather jacket and dropped it at his feet.

He pointed at the jacket. “On your knees, little doe.”

Movements unsteady, Becky went to him, finding some practiced grace as she eased down to her knees. The leather kept the rocks from cutting into her knees, but the hard, jagged edges still dented her flesh. Not bad enough to complain about—yet—but she would tell Zach if he intended to keep her like this long. She also wouldn’t be too upset if he took off the helmet. It wasn’t heavy, but the way it restricted her vision annoyed her. She couldn’t see where Scott had gone.

She turned her head to look for him.

Zach clucked his tongue, then patted the top of the helmet. “Eyes on me, pet. He’ll join us in a moment.” He gave her a slow, positively wicked smile. “Not that you’ll see much of him. Or me.”

One headlight went off. Then the other. The silence, increased by the padding of the helmet, gave her the sensation of being deaf. Her pulse quickened as she stared up at Zach.

“You seem nervous, pet. Perhaps uncomfortable?” Zach arched a brow. “What color do we use?”

“Yellow.” She didn’t even hesitate before saying the word. She trusted him, but she needed an idea of what they were going to do to her. “My knees are a little sore on the rocks. And . . . where are we? What if someone—”

“We’re on a stretch of property owned by Mr. Keane. He was generous enough to let us use the place for the weekend.” Zach placed a hand on her shoulder. “And you won’t be on your knees much longer. Can you handle another minute or so?”

Privacy and a limit to how long she’d be on her knees. She inclined her head. “Yes, Sir. That’s fine.”

“Good.” He held out his hand beyond her vision. “Thank you, Scott.”

“You’re welcome, Zach,” Scott said, a hint of humor in his tone. “Now hurry up.”

Zach shook his head, letting out a soft laugh. He winked at Becky. “He’s so impatient. Maybe we shouldn’t let him play.”

Batting her eyelashes, Becky gave Zach her sweetest look. “I’d like him to play, Sir. But only if it pleases you.”

Scott snorted. “Suck-up.”

“If it pleased me to have him leave, would you object?” Zach asked, his tone indecipherable. “Would you still do anything I ask?”

Becky frowned. That wasn’t even funny. But Zach wasn’t laughing—or even smiling anymore. Did he seriously expect her to let him get rid of Scott when they’d all been anticipating their first time together? Did he think putting his ring on her finger made her love Scott any less?

If he does, he’s got another thing coming. “No, I don’t think I would, Sir.”

“Wouldn’t object, or wouldn’t do anything I ask?”

“Zach, that’s enough.” She scowled, shifting to stand. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but—”

“Relax, firecracker.” Scott’s hands were on her shoulders from behind her, keeping her in place. “I think our big, tough Mr. Dom here just needs some assurances. We’re all in this together. Agreed?”

“Yes! I love you both!” Becky met Zach’s eyes, relieved that there was no doubt in his. “Sir, I would have told you if I was unsure of him. Or you. I’m not. Not anymore.”

Zach let out a rough exhale, as though he’d been holding his breath. “Good, because you may kneel for me, but you both stand by my side. I wouldn’t feel right putting this around your neck if it made him any less to you.”

The collar. Becky’s vision blurred with tears as Zach brought the collar to her throat. Clasped it even as Scott lifted her hair out of the way. The leather felt soft and warmed readily to her flesh, but it was the implication that made her heart swell. She’d managed to regain Zach’s trust. They wouldn’t play a timid kinky game with him. He was truly taking his place as her Master.

“All right, up with you.” Scott helped her to her feet, then smacked her butt. The shield went down over her face. “This is all lovely, but if we keep you out here too long, you’re gonna start getting cold.”

The temperature was mild for fall, but Scott was right. Even though her skin flushed with pleasure, with arousal, the slight breeze wasn’t exactly warm. There were so many ways she could say what the ring, the collar, and both men meant to her, but she needed to do more. She needed to show them.

Without another word, one of the men lifted her up by the hips. She was carried a few steps. Placed sidesaddle on the motorcycle seat. Chain clinked behind her. Cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles. Then she was leaned back until she was draped over the seat, her arms spread wide, her feet resting on the pipes which were still warm, but not hot. Testing the restraints, she realized she was securely bound to the bike.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Scott made a low sound of admiration in his throat as fingertips trailed along her inner thigh. “I’d love a picture. Would you mind, Becky?”

Becky relaxed her neck as much as possible, the helmet weighing enough to put some strain in her muscles if she tried to lift her head. She envisioned Scott standing by Zach, both their eyes on her, seeing how open and ready and wet she was for them. She needed them near her, touching her.

But first, she’d give Scott his answer. Maybe surprise him a little. “As long as they’re just for you and my Master, I don’t mind at all.”

“Damn straight,” Scott said. Footsteps moved around the bike, softer than the heavy clunk of Zach’s boots. A faint click came, telling Becky Scott was taking pictures. “I’ll use these to torture him while we’re on the road. I guarantee he’ll beg me to suck his cock after just one look at them.”

Her entire lower half had become pure liquid heat. She hissed in a breath at the image Scott painted in her mind. “He’ll beg you to suck his cock because you’ve got an amazing mouth.”

“Oh yeah?” The footsteps stopped in front of her. Between her parted thighs. And she felt Scott’s breath on her stomach as he spoke. “Not sure I’ve used it on you often enough for you to say for sure, sweetheart. How ‘bout I fix that?”

His smooth cheek slid along her thigh. Her pussy moistened a little more as she pressed her eyes shut, waiting for the touch of his tongue. His lips, then his teeth, teased the shallow along her hip. His hands curved around her inner thighs.

Another set of hands stroked just above them. Zach’s. She let out a little pleading noise as he used his fingers to part her pussy lips. To hold her wide open as Scott’s tongue finally came to her, licking along one side of her folds, then the other. He homed in on her clit, and her hips quivered as she struggled against the restrains to rise to him. To demand a bit more pressure . . . there. Right there!

“Scott!” She snapped her lips shut as something slapped the top of her thigh. Zach’s hands had left her. Scott was holding her open himself now, but the sting of the slap couldn’t have been from Zach’s hand. It was too long, too thin.

It wasn’t until the sting faded to a length of pure, painful heat that she was able to really react to the sensation. That hurt!

“Be still, pet. And speak only when spoken to.” The heat of Zach’s body covered one thigh and her hip, as though he was leaning over Scott to look down at her. “Do you like the cane? I enjoy the marks it leaves on your pretty, pale skin, but I have other toys to play with if you prefer.”

Becky wasn’t sure how to answer that. The cane was a bit much without warm-up, but she did like how the bite of pain drew her back from the brink of climax. She wanted this to last. “I’m not sure I like the cane, Sir. But I do like that it helps me not be so easy.”

“Easy?” Scott nibbled lightly on her outer labia, then sucked the flesh into his mouth. He breathed out a laugh when she clenched at the sensation of his feasting on her. “Hmmm, not sure I’d call you easy. Tasty. Responsive. Not easy.”

Scott speaking with his lips on her pussy sent jolt after jolt of pleasure deep inside her. He lapped up her folds like they were covered in honey, delving into her with his tongue as though he wanted more.

“Ah!” Becky’s lips formed a wide O as he thrust in faster and deeper with his tongue. Another snap of pain hauled her away from the edge. She whimpered at the next strike, which hit her other thigh.

Snap! Snap!

The pain was almost unbearable. Then . . . not. Heat spread from each lash, melding with the fire Scott stroked with his tongue.

Snap!

Her body quivered. Her resistance became a twig, bending and bending until it finally splintered, breaking in two. Her screams echoed in the helmet as her pussy milked Scott’s tongue, which he kept inside her until her inner muscles undulated weakly around him.

Then he moved, and she couldn’t feel either man near her. She swallowed, listening for them. She heard two sets of footsteps by her head. The shield was flipped open and she whimpered as she watched Zach kneel in front of Scott. Scott stood like a soldier at attention, a little to her left with his back to her as Zach unzipped Scott’s pants, freeing his cock.

Zach met her eyes as he fisted his hand around Scott’s dick. “You didn’t get to see us make up, pet, but now you can watch me get him ready for you.”

Oh. My. God. Becky flushed as she watched her Master take their lover’s dick into his mouth. Her men were beautiful together and the connection they shared wound around her, making her feel part of what they shared even though neither touched her. Her mouth watered as Zach slid his lips slowly over Scott’s length, taking him in, inch by inch.

Groaning, Scott brought his hand to the back of Zach’s head. He froze when Zach drew back. “Zach, please—”

“No. We discussed this.” Zach smiled pleasantly at Scott even as he flicked his tongue over the tip of Scott’s dick. “You take what I give you. Nothing more.”

And you’re not a sadist, Sir? Becky bit back a grin, barely managing not to laugh at Scott’s frustrated expression.

“You can’t Dom me, man.” Scott cupped Zach’s cheek, his tone tender despite his words. “I’m not into that.”

“I’m aware. But you are—” Zach swirled his tongue around the head of Scott’s dick, taking it between his lips, then grazing up to the tip with his teeth. “—‘into’ this.”

Tipping his head back, Scott’s jaw hardened. His knees locked and Becky could see the effort it took for him to keep from thrusting into Zach’s mouth. “You pushy fucking—oh fuck!”

Becky almost came again just watching Zach taking Scott in all the way. She muttered a curse along with Scott when Zach released Scott and rose to his feet. Zach took something out of his pocket, his lips slanted in an evil grin.

“I think you need this.” He opened the plastic wrapper. Becky thought it was a condom at first, but then she saw the black ring, which looked like it was made of some kind of leather. The ring was about the size of a circle made with her thumb and forefinger. The Velcro holding its shape made a ripping sound as Zach opened it. Zach fitted the ring around the base of Scott’s dick, under his heavy balls. “She needs you to last.”

Scott inhaled through his teeth. “Damn it, that feels weird.”

“Not too tight?”

“No. No, I’m okay.” Scott shook his head, then latched on to the back of Zach’s neck, planting a firm kiss on his lips. “You are one twisted man.” He grinned. “I love it.”

Letting out the breath she’d been holding near the end of their exchange, Becky’s gaze followed Scott until he disappeared around the other side of the bike. As she felt him between her thighs, Zach came to her, reaching into the helmet to touch her cheek.

“We’ll both take you now, little doe. One day I hope we can both be inside you, feeling each other, and you, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Not long ago, she would have said “No.” But she wasn’t so sure anymore. She wanted to try it with them, at least once. He was right though. She wasn’t ready yet. Teeth denting her bottom lip, she smiled at him. “This, what we’re doing, is perfect. I want you, Sir. Any way I can have you.”

“Good girl.” Zach leaned down, kissing her, which was different in and of itself since her head was upside down. He nipped her chin, then straightened to unzip his leathers. “Open for me, pet.”

She opened her mouth wide, relaxing her throat as he pushed in all the way. In this position, taking him in that deep was easier. So long as she swallowed against the gagging sensation. He eased out, then back in, leaving her mouth completely as the head of Scott’s dick pressed between her folds. Zach entered her mouth again with short thrusts, stroking her cheek with his thumb as Scott slowly filled her. Ever since he’d gotten well, she’d been having sex with Scott without a condom. All the blood tests had come back clean, and there was nothing better than feeling him without a barrier between them.

This time was different. With every long stroke he seemed thicker, hotter. The head of his cock stretched her, blazing hot, every single time he drove into her. She tightened up around him, gasping around Zach. The combined sensation of the men using her was indescribable. She tried to focus on tensing around Scott, on using her lips and her tongue on Zach, on heightening their pleasure any way she could, but finally just gave in and let them take her. She dropped into the erotic flow, into the rhythm, coming closer and closer to the peak with every thrust into her body, her mouth.

Her hands fisted as Scott lost his rhythm, slamming into her harder, his fingers finding her swollen clit. She went rigid as Zach’s pace faltered. Salty warmth coated the back of her throat as he made a rough sound and drove in. Scott cursed, trapping her clit between his fingers. He thrust into her almost violently, but she could tell he was holding back, waiting for her. The knowledge pitched her into a shuddering climax and she felt him come as she spasmed around him.

Another sharp jab of Scott’s dick had her convulsing all over again, and she screamed as Zach left her mouth. The chains restraining her rattled as she thrashed, the sky and the trees and the earth shattering around her. Scott was deep, so deep inside her, and the only thing that held her together as the sensation tore at her was Zach’s hand on her face. His soft whispered words that she couldn’t quite make out.

All she knew was that as she came back to level ground, he was with her, keeping her from falling too fast. After Scott unclipped all her cuffs, Zach picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to where his jacket was spread over the dirt road. He sat with her and Scott plunked down beside them, looking as boneless as she felt.

Scott unbuckled her helmet, set it aside, then kissed her forehead. “Just think, we’ve got a whole weekend of this.”

Zach smiled, leaning over to kiss Scott. “Hmm, very true. Tim’s going to want a word with me when he sees how worn out you are when we show up to practice Monday morning.”

“I think Scott and I will have you pretty worn out too, Sir.” Becky rested her head on Zach’s shoulder, reaching out to run her thumb along Scott’s bottom lip. “He’s younger than us both—I think he’s got the endurance to outdo us.”

“Damn right I do.” Scott caught her thumb between his lips, watching Zach as he sucked at it. “I’m thinking Tim will be on my ass about wearing you out, Zach. And Keane might have something to say about it too. Becky will be a little sore by the time I’m done with her.”

“You said Mr. Keane owned the property? Including a house, with a bed?” Becky asked, feeling a little sleepy. She was going to be sore—pleasantly so. But hopefully she’d get some rest first. “I wish I’d known we’d be staying somewhere. I have nothing to change into.”

“I brought you a few things, love,” Zach said, helping her to her feet as he stood. “Not that you’ll need much. I plan to keep you exactly like this over the next few days.”

Becky yelped as he swooped her up in his arms, then laughed. “Naked, aching in all the right places, with my feet always up in the air?”

“Works for me!” Scott took Zach’s saddlebags off the bike and slung them over his shoulder. “Don’t expect to get much sleep this weekend, honey.”

Zach’s muscles hardened around her as he carried her along the trail leading to a large, rather modern-looking cabin. His tone was gruff as he slowed his pace so Scott could catch up. “She’ll need time to recover, Scott.”

Frowning, Scott shifted the saddlebags. “I know. I was just—”

A sly smile slid across Zach’s lips. “Eventually. After we try out the bed he bragged about. Solid iron with thick posts. I brought extra chains with plenty of ideas of how I’ll use them.”

“Zach!” Becky couldn’t stop smiling. This weekend was going to be amazing. She couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to spend this time with them both. But she playfully smacked Zach shoulder. “When I mentioned a bed, it was for actually sleeping. I need recovery time now!”

Arching a brow at her, Zach snorted. “Not if you have enough strength to smack me, naughty girl.”

Scott bared his teeth in a broad smile, winking at her. “I’d call him ‘Sir,’ sweetie. Or Master.” He cocked his head. “Your Royal Highness might be a good idea.” He patted the saddlebags. “You haven’t seen what he packed.”

She swallowed, quivering with nervous energy, equally thrilled and afraid. Fully aroused. She couldn’t wait to see. But she wasn’t stupid. She gave Zach her most humble, most submissively sweet look. “I’m very sorry, My Lord.”

With a wicked glint in his eyes, Zach brought his lips to hers and whispered, “Oh, you will be.”