Game On (The Morgan Brothers Book 4) (15 page)

Phoenix pulled back and slid the calloused pads of his fingers along the edge of her chin. “What are you thinking about?” She blinked up at him trying to decide how truthful she should be when he frowned. “Don’t edit. I know that look. You are trying to figure out how to phrase it, and baby you’d only do that for one of two reasons. One, you don’t think we can handle the truth, or two, you want to hide who you really are from us.”

“So which is it,
cher
?” Aspen knew she was well and truly in over her head. They were so much more experienced, and she’d never considered how dramatically it would tip the scales in their favor.

“I…well, I was wondering… God, this is so embarrassing.”

She’d barely gotten the words out when both men shook their heads. Phoenix wrapped his large hands around her wrists and leaned forward ever so slightly. “Let’s see if I can help you. You’re confused by the rush of heat you felt when you were bound by my arms.”

Mitch’s grin was far too knowing for her comfort. “
Cher
, your pulse just kicked up, and there isn’t a Dom worth his salt who would have missed that hitch in your breathing at Master Phoenix’s words. Don’t ever be embarrassed by your body’s response to kink.”

“God, no. Relish it because we’re fucking thrilled to know bondage is something we’re going to be able to explore together. Fuck, it makes me hard just thinking about how sweet you’ll look bound with soft jute rope or silk scarves.”

“Jesus, Joseph, and sweet Mother Mary, there’s a visual to give a man a killer hard-on. Damn.” In her peripheral vision, Aspen saw Mitch shift and reposition the impressive erection outlined by his soft leather pants. She heard both men groan. “You’d better stop looking at my junk, baby, or this is going to be over long before any of us are ready for it to end.”

She bit her tongue to keep from begging him to prove it. Aspen didn’t know a lot about their lifestyle or dealing with Doms during scenes, but she knew enough about Alpha men, in general, to know they didn’t usually respond well to being
pushed
. She’d been friends with Kent, Kyle, and Jax for a long time; and the one thing she’d learned was the best way to get them to do something
her
way was to convince them it was
their
idea. But since none of them had ever complicated their friendship with sex, so she doubted her wily ways would work with the two delicious men standing in front of her.
Probably should have considered this a little sooner, Asp.
Damn and double damn…sometimes she really hated that pesky little inner voice. Shooing the devilish diva from her thoughts, Aspen tried to refocus on the men stealing her sanity.

Phoenix was thrilled
to see the look of hunger in Aspen’s eyes. And he recognized the signs of a woman who spent far too much time alone. Her whispered self-talk was just this side of inaudible and he hadn’t caught it all, but he’d heard enough to know she recognized dealing with the two of them would be different from her friendship with the Wests and Jax McDonald.
And right she is.

“Come here. I want to taste you. The look on Master Mitch’s face makes me want to have a sample of my own. And this time, I want you to stop trying to figure it out and simply enjoy it.” He’d stepped back earlier and now, rather than yanking her into his hold, Phoenix waited for her to take the two steps needed to close the gap between them.

Mitch teased him about being too rules driven with subs, but he was fairly sure that wasn’t going to be the case with Aspen. As his lips sealed over hers, Phoenix knew this woman was his future, and damn it looked an awful lot like Brandt’s life. He and Brandt were the closest of the Morgan brothers in age and had always been opposites in almost every way. The only thing they’d always agreed on was their mutual respect for protocol—Brandt’s version had been the military, Phoenix applied his to the rules of programming.

Before his mind could process the rest of the track it had been on, Aspen’s response to his kiss obliterated every rational thought from his head. He’d never met a woman who responded as quickly and with as much fire. She’d done the same thing downstairs on stage. She hadn’t even been able to see their faces, but her body had definitely recognized them.

Sage had once told him Coral didn’t fully submit unless he was touching her. At the time, Phoenix had chalked his oldest brother’s comment up to
love blindness
, but now he was beginning to understand. When he slid his warm palm up her spine, Aspen moaned into their kiss and the erotic sound vibrated all the way to his cock. She arched into him, her taut stomach pressing against his erection.
Yeah, there’s no chance in hell she doesn’t know the effect she is having on me.

It wasn’t easy keeping the kiss in check—hell, any lapse in his usual iron-clad control would have him pushing her up against the door and sinking in without a thought to the consequences. He needed to take a step back and make sure she understood exactly what they had in mind. Aspen’s soft moan when she realized he was ending the kiss gave him hope she still wanted the two of them. He hadn’t enjoyed the punishment scene, but it had cleared the air between them.

Once her eyes cleared, Phoenix smiled at her. The only thing more satisfying to a Dom than waiting for the fog of lust to lift from their submissive’s eyes was hearing them screaming their Dom’s name when they came apart. He was planning to enjoy both before this evening was finished. “I love seeing your sparkling green eyes try to focus after I kiss you. It’s how I know I’ve done it right.”

“I think both of you know exactly what effect you have on the women you play with.” Phoenix frowned when she turned toward Mitch, and he noticed his friend’s expression mirrored his own.

“Want to explain exactly what you mean by that comment,
cher
? I’m working hard to hold my response in check until I’m certain I’ve interpreted it correctly.”

Aspen’s focused shifted between them several times and Phoenix almost laughed as her facial expressions spelled out everything she was thinking. She’d gone from confused by the question, to puzzled by their expressions, to resigned she was alone in a room with two men who were—in her view, clueless. He might not have any sisters, but there wasn’t a Dom in the world who hadn’t seen that
you are dumb as a rock
look on a sub’s face.

Phoenix had been called a lot of things, but dumb wasn’t one of them. The only person who’d ever come close was his mom when she’d felt he’d ignored some point of etiquette. It was usually something he thought was insignificant or obscure, but his mom considered egregious. Yeah, he’d definitely seen this look before.

Aspen’s voice brought him back to the moment, and he hated to see the concern in her eyes. “Did you think I was being disrespectful? Because I can assure that isn’t the case. I just assumed you already knew how devastating your kisses are. You don’t kiss exactly the same, but I think that only enhances the effect, geez Louise. How did you not know this? You’re an academic for crying out loud. What were you? Like seven or eight when you qualified for Mensa, and Einstein over there…” She gestured to Mitch, who was now grinning from ear-to-ear, “his I.Q. tops most nuclear engineers. So I’m totally not buying the,
we didn’t know we could melt a woman from the inside out
routine.”

Phoenix wanted to laugh out loud. Hell, his mother was going to love this woman—talk about being cut from the same cloth. Something inside him clicked as the last of his reservations faded away. He fought to hold back his smile and knew he’d failed when he saw relief move over her face. Her lips twitched, and her slender shoulders relaxed as she realized they were actually pleased with her assessment of their kisses.

Mitch stepped forward and pulled her close. “I’m glad you cleared that up, darlin’, and it’s easy to see you’ve done your homework.”

“I had to do the background on Phoenix, and it wasn’t difficult because he didn’t have any clearance ratings yet. But you? Oh, you were much more challenging, as I’m sure you already know. But I did manage to find out a few things, Mitchell Markham Ames…nice monogram, by the way.”

Phoenix didn’t even try to hold back his laughter. Mitch shook his head, his scowl nothing even close to intimidating. “
Cher
, you’ve just earned yourself a bigger plug for blabbing that little tidbit.”

For the first time, Aspen blushed, but she seemed to recover quickly. “Okay, but just so you know…it was worth it to see Master Phoenix smile.”
What?
Hearing her call him Master Phoenix sent an inordinate amount of blood rushing to his cock, but he made a note to talk to her about the fact she didn’t think he smiled enough.
Hell, she’s probably right. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve heard it. Fuck, yet another thing she and my mom agree on.

Mitch backed her toward the bed and Phoenix watched as her pupils dilated and her breathing became little more than soft panting. Jesus, if she was already reacting this intensely, what’s she going to be like when they were both inside her hot little body, their focus solely on her pleasure? He hoped like hell they all survived it.

Aspen was gasping
for breath and so wet she could feel the first trickles of moisture wetting her inner thighs. When she reached to wipe it away, Phoenix shackled her wrist with his large hand. “Don’t. It’s very satisfying to know we’ve had such a profound effect on you. Not only do your orgasms now belong to us, this sweet syrup is also ours to enjoy.” It was a good thing he’d helped her up onto the bed because her knees had almost folded out from under her.

In a rare moment of openness during their on-line chat, Phoenix had revealed he’d never felt as
smooth
with women as his brothers. She was overwhelmed by the words he’d just spoken. She wondered why he didn’t feel he measured up to his brothers. In her opinion, both men were handling the evening remarkably well…and taking into account her earlier meltdown, it was saying a lot.

Their hands moved over her body in torturously slow movements, and her desire ramped up with every passing second. Each time she closed her eyes, they stopped until she was once again lifted the lids and focused on one of them. “We want you to know who’s making your body sing. There will definitely be times we’ll want to blindfold you. Taking away one sense heightens the others, but tonight we want to be able to see you.”

“There is a lot of truth to the old adage about the eyes being the windows to the soul,
cher
,” Mitch spoke from the side, and she had been so focused on Phoenix she hadn’t even seen him move. “It will help us learn what gives you pleasure versus those touches you don’t enjoy. Since we haven’t played together before, we need to learn all we can about your lovely body. In time, we’ll know every inch…”

“We’ll know your body better than you do in no time,” Phoenix interjected.

“But for now, we’ll all learn together. What’s your safe word,
cher
?” Both men waited patiently why she repeated what they told her about the stop light system. “And where are we now, sweetness?”

“Green…really, really green. So green I’m going to be mistaken for a tree or a frog or a fucking tractor if you don’t get on with it.” She heard their chuckles, but it didn’t speed them up any. Phoenix’s fingers were sliding slowly through her wet folds but never pausing where she needed his touch most. Lifting her hips didn’t help, he simply tsked at her efforts.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re going to take you there, just let go. Put yourself in our hands.” When she sighed and forced herself to relax, he surprised her by pressing two fingers into her channel, the sudden invasion set off a firestorm in her sex. She was completely unprepared for the orgasm that thundered its way to the surface. Her core contracted, and it felt like electrical pulses raced up her spine. “Fuck, baby, your vaginal muscles are squeezing my fingers so tight. I can’t wait to feel them milking my cock.”

Aspen’s entire body was shaking so hard from the aftereffects of her release her teeth rattled together. She gasped, trying to pull oxygen into her lungs and hold back the powerful emotions threatening to steamroll her. Having experienced adrenaline drop firsthand, she recognized the signs and knew she needed to ride out the storm.
Holy shit, if you can’t handle something this lightweight, you’ll never be able to cut it as a submissive.
She’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life, without any consideration to their satisfaction.