Game On (The Morgan Brothers Book 4) (16 page)

“Master Phoenix, I believe we’re going to have to keep our sub either very engaged or totally exhausted so she doesn’t worry herself into a
fit of hysteria
as my granny used to say.”

“Where did you go, sweet Athena?” She wasn’t fooled by Phoenix’s soft tone, she damned well recognized an order no matter how sweet it was given.

“I was wondering about you…well, I mean, about your… Geez, this is so embarrassing.” Neither of them said a word, simply watched her. Damn, she hated the awkward silence, but she knew from dealing with her friends, Doms were very patient—silent and predatory when they wanted information. Hell, she’d tried to outlast Kyle West one time, and she’d learned just how uncomfortable silence could be. He’d shown up unannounced at her college dorm one evening, taken her to dinner and proceeded to interrogate her about a guy he’d heard she was dating. A few questions and the brooding silence.
Longest dinner of my life.
She still didn’t know how the story made it all the way to Coronado.

“Unbelievable. I swear she goes on mental road trips without even saying goodbye. It gives me an appreciation for Kent and Kyle’s complaints about Tobi.” Aspen loved Tobi, so at the mention of her friend’s name, she shot Mitch a scathing look. “Be careful,
cher
. I wasn’t trying to disrespect your friend, but we both know she checks in and out with remarkable ease.” Aspen nodded, reluctantly conceding the point.

She took a deep breath as she tried to get up the nerve to address her concerns and her face was already flushed. Cursing her fair complexion, she decided to just blurt it out. After everything she’d done, there was no reason for her to be intimidated about a simple conversation about sex. “You didn’t come. Neither of you got to come. I did…boy, did I ever. But it doesn’t seem fair. And why would you want to stick around if you aren’t getting anything out of the deal? Damn, I don’t know what I was thinking coming here. And two men? Like I have a prayer of keeping two men happy, hell, the only boyfriend I ever had dumped me because I mentioned needing…” Shit! What on Earth was she doing telling them about her one and only boyfriend?

Cripes, like it wasn’t humiliating enough having Kent know about it? He’d heard the guy bitching about her in some damned bar in Germany. Only she could get dumped on one continent and ratted out on another. From what she’d heard, the fight hadn’t lasted long, but it had cost Kent a night in his CO’s office listening to his commander rail on about how SEALs didn’t come out of barroom brawls with black eyes. The man hadn’t been mad Kent punched her ex in the mouth, but he’d been seven kinds of pissed because the guy had given Kent a shiner.
Typical.

M
itch had heard
the story not long after it happened, but it hadn’t been until he’d met Aspen that he’d known whose honor Kent had been defending. After meeting her, Mitch had questioned Kent about Aspen’s ex. The story was one he’d heard dozens of times. A submissive isn’t getting what she needs out of his or her sex life, asks their partner for
more
, even though they don’t usually even know what it is they’re looking for. The partner takes it as an affront to their sexual prowess, and there were several versions of the outcome, and none of them were ever pleasant.

He’d been pleased to hear Kent kicked the guy’s ass, but now he saw the damage the asshat’s words had done, Mitch wanted his own shot at him. He’d already told Phoenix the story, so they’d been prepared for this to come up at some point. But he had to admit, he hadn’t expected it to be an issue so soon. Smiling at her, Mitch said, “Someday, we’re going to have a conversation about your ex, but not tonight.”

“You didn’t think we were finished, did you?” Phoenix’s question seemed to surprise her. And if her puzzled expression was any indication, Aspen had assumed they’d walk away from her.
Oh yeah, her ex definitely has another beating coming.
Phoenix pulled her closer but didn’t completely close the distance between them. Keeping his hands wrapped around her shoulders, Mitch watched as he leaned down until they were practically nose to nose before he spoke again. “I can assure you, we are most definitely not finished with you, little goddess. I, for one, can hardly wait to push into your sweet heat. The fact you’ve already come once is as it should be.”

All the time he’d been talking, Phoenix had been backing her slowly to the edge of the bed. It was time for them to show her exactly what they had planned. Phoenix lifted her easily onto the bed, then took the condom Mitch handed him. “Where are we, sweet goddess? Give me a color.” Phoenix asked the question while sheathing himself, all without ever taking his eyes from hers.

Mitch was relieved to hear her soft response, assuring them she was
totally green
. Sweet words to any Dom’s ears. He positioned himself near her upper torso, pressing his lips against hers before kissing his way to her ear. “Master Phoenix is going to fuck your sweet pussy while I enjoy your mouth,
cher
. I’ll give you all the warning I can, and if you don’t want to swallow you’ll need to stop at my first warning.” He always tried to give subs the option, it was after all their choice.

“I’ll consider it a gift.” Those five simple words stole his breath, and he knew in that moment he’d never be able to let her go. Leaning back so he could watch Phoenix claim her sweet pussy, Mitch was shocked at how much he enjoyed watching the two of them come together for the first time. The soft sounds she made as Phoenix pushed forward fractionally in a slow thrust and retreat went straight to his cock.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is so tight and hot. You’re burning me alive, sweetheart.” Phoenix looked at Mitch. “If you don’t want to miss out, you’d better jump in, because our lovely sub is about to shred my control with those sweet sounds she’s making. Her pussy muscles are already quaking. Christ in heaven, you’re killing me, sweetheart.

Mitch wasn’t about to be left out of the fun, stripping in under a minute, he palmed his rigid length and watched her eyes widen in surprise. “I want to feel your mouth on me,
cher
.” Watching the pink tip of her tongue slide over the tip of his cock made his eyes roll so far back he lost sight of the beauty spread out in front of him. “That’s it, lick the head. Mother of God and all things holy, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

He hoped like hell he didn’t embarrass himself, but the warm wet touch of her velvet tongue circling the outer ridge of his corona was testing his control, unlike any blow job he’d ever had. Looking down, he was forced to lock his knees when she slid her hand down to his root before pulling it back to the top.

“I love that your touch isn’t timid. Your grip is perfect, not too loose and not too tight. Jesus, Lord above, you are stealing my mind one stroke at a time.” In the back recesses of his mind, Mitch knew Phoenix was fucking her—the pace of his thrusts picked up as he muttered a litany of curses. Phoenix groaned at the same time Aspen moaned, the sound vibrated against him and his cock swelled to the point Mitch wondered if it would burst.

He grasped the oversized bed’s corner post as she slid him to the back of her throat and swallowed. Mitch felt her suck him down, pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth as his tip touched the back of her throat. “God dammit, I’m going to come,
cher
. If you don’t…” he didn’t get to finish his warning before she tightened both her hand and her lips leaving little doubt she planned to see it through to the end. Phoenix shouted her name and Aspen’s entire body stiffened, her scream of release muffled by his cock pulsing seed down the back of her throat.

They’d all three come at the same time and even by BDSM standards that was damned impressive. He and Phoenix pulled from her, and Mitch grinned when she moaned in protest. Phoenix stepped into the small bathroom, and Mitch leaned down to press soft kisses over her face. “You rocked my world, baby. Holy shit, I had to lock my knees to keep from falling—your mouth is amazing.”

He pulled back in time to see Phoenix lean over her with a washcloth. When she realized what he planned, she sat bolt upright, protesting. “I can do that. Geez, Louise. Give me that washcloth. Holy crapsters, how embarrassing is this? And I thought the Air Force pushed the boundaries…those people have no sense of modesty at all, I’m telling you. But dang, you weren’t in the military, so I can’t imagine what on Earth your excuse is. What would your sweet mama say if she saw you?”

She shuddered as Phoenix stood gaping at her completely flummoxed. The two of them stared at each other in confusion and Mitch laughed at loud. “You’d better stop talking while you’re ahead,
cher
—although I’ll admit, you aren’t really ahead. More like just shy of completely sunk.” Phoenix finally recovered from his surprise and frowned at Aspen before batting her hand away from the wet cloth he was holding.

“This is a part of our scene, little goddess. Rest assured, denying me this pleasure will not go well for you.” As Phoenix patted her dry, someone pounded on the door so hard it actually rattled against the frame. They all three jumped and Aspen let out a yelp surprise. Phoenix glared at the door as if whoever had interrupted them could see him. “What the fuck? What do you want?”

“Get your asses down to the office, we’ve got a problem.” Mitch recognized Brandt Morgan’s voice, but couldn’t imagine what happened in the short time they’d been upstairs.

The change in Phoenix’s demeanor was immediate. “Get dressed. I know that tone, and it always means trouble—
big trouble
.”

Phoenix was pissed,
and they hadn’t even gotten to Nate’s office yet. He’d struggled for a year to identify Athena, spent another couple of weeks planning tonight’s activities down to a gnat’s ass. And, now his brother decided to play Matt Fucking Dillon? What the hell could the Sheriff of Pine Creek be so wired up about? “Hell, this isn’t even his jurisdiction. What crawled up his ass anyway?” He hadn’t realized he’d spoken out loud until he heard Aspen giggle beside him.

It was good to hear the sweet tinkling sound of her laughter after the row she and Mitch had before leaving the private room. She’d insisted his order to “get dressed” included everything she would normally wear; Mitch claimed otherwise. Phoenix could have told her how their
discussion
was going to end, but he’d actually enjoyed watching them face-off. In the end, Mitch left the room with her panties in his pocket, and Aspen left the room with a bottom that was cherry red and would make her hiss the minute her ass cheeks connected with whatever flat surface they allowed her to sit on.

The sound of her voice re-centered his attention on the moment at hand. “Sure glad I’m not the only one who does that. People give me shit about it all the time. I just chalk it up to the fact I spend so much time alone.” Something he could certainly relate to. His family ragged on him regularly that he needed to get out more. Even his sweet sister-in-law threatened to leave all three babies with him if he didn’t crawl out of his hovel more often. And, there was a thought to strike terror in the heart of a grown man.

He loved his nieces to death, but babysitting them—all three of them? At the same time? It was just too terrifying to consider.

And now? Well, now it wouldn’t be an issue because he planned to spend a lot more time outside his office because he had a sub who was in desperate need of training. But first, he had to deal with his brother and whatever crisis he’d managed to use to drag Phoenix away from the most spectacular sex he’d ever had.
God dammit it to hell, I’m going to kick his ass.

Aspen could practically
feel the waves of tension radiating from Phoenix. She’d been relieved to hear him talking to himself because it made him seem far more human. She had to admit, found him more intimidating than she’d expected. Even though she was above average intellectually, she’d always seemed to attract men who weren’t her intellectual equal…until now. Both Mitch and Phoenix were considered brilliant by anybody’s standards, although Mitch seemed to make a concentrated effort to conceal it. Aspen suspected Phoenix didn’t bother to mask his because he’d never worked outside of his family’s compound and from what she’d read, they’d nurtured and encouraged his intellectual growth rather than feeling threatened by it.