Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
It came out of nowhere, but suddenly, that was all I craved. For Walker and Lane to get along so well that we could play together. Hell, throw in Ty too. He was sexy as hell and evidently a fantasy come true for Lane.
Walker slipped a hand between us and down my shorts, and he kissed my neck. “Do you mean that?”
A shiver of pleasure and need tingled its way down my spine, and I exhaled unsteadily. “Yes, Sir.”
“My wonderful boy,” he murmured. “Let’s go join Ty and Lane.”
8
Macklin McKenna
Colt had beaten us there. Walker and I found Ty and Lane behind a group of boulders; we’d just followed the sounds there. The screaming, the pleading, the shouting.
Colt was taking pictures of Ty raping the fuck out of Lane in the sand.
I sucked in a breath and reminded myself that Lane lived for this. This was his core kink. He was literally shackled and chained to a big rock—because he got off on this.
The whole scene split me into two pieces. I wanted to comfort Lane, be there for him, promise it would be over soon—which he’d see as a threat. The other part demanded I was a good boy for the man who owned me. Lane had to please him. I would make him please my Master.
“Stop it!” Lane sobbed. He fisted his chains and struggled fruitlessly to pull himself free. “Please! Let me go!”
“Shut the fuck up.” Ty’s voice came out almost like a growl, emphasized by forceful thrusts. “You’ve been beggin’ for this all day.”
To reassure myself, I scanned every inch of Lane’s body. He could talk, meaning he could safeword. He could reach one of Ty’s arms too if he wanted to. The chains attached to the shackles weren’t too short. Okay, good. Good.
Walker clipped my own restraints, then pushed me forward, and I landed on my knees right next to Lane.
I pressed his hand against my thigh, a silent plea and a reminder. Safeword if you need to, baby. But he did the opposite. As if to reassure me, he made sure his fingertips didn’t touch my skin.
Fair enough.
In the red glow of the smoking flares around us, I watched Ty pull out from a crying Lane while Walker undid his pants and rolled on a condom. The sight did something to me, because it wasn’t me he was about to fuck. It was my boyfriend, which caused too many reactions within me. A pinch of jealousy, a river of excitement. I grew restless and worried. Lane had to be good for him. I’d be fucking annoyed if Walker walked away unsatisfied. We had a chance, at long last, to show ourselves we could maintain a good relationship while being open.
“Don’t go easy on him—he scratched up my entire fucking face.” Ty was in a predator’s mood and didn’t hold back.
“I just need a fuckhole to keep me hard for a bit.” Walker sank to his knees between Lane’s legs, all business, and fell forward to push inside.
I swallowed dryly and remembered I had a job to do. In the nick of time too, because Lane tried to scramble up on all fours, so I hurriedly shoved him down again.
“Don’t do that,” I snapped quietly. “You gotta be good for him, honey.”
“I can’t—stop it! It hurts, goddammit!” Lane shouted.
I believed him. Ty had roughed him up good, presumably in their fight earlier. Lane’s back was decorated with sand, swelling welts, blood, and more red marks than I could count.
Even his fingers… I kept one of his hands resting on my thigh, just in case, and I couldn’t help but study them. Wet sand and streaks of blood covered all digits as he took what Ty and Walker forced upon him. Lane wouldn’t let go of the chains either, and every time my husband pushed his cock into Lane’s ass, I felt the chain rattle against my skin.
“Shh…” Dipping down lower, I started combing my fingers through Lane’s damp hair in an attempt to silence the protests. And the crying. “It’ll be over soon, baby. Please stop crying. He needs to enjoy himself. Don’t fuck this up for me.”
“Hear that, boy?” Ty dropped to his knees next to me, right in front of Lane, and batted away my hand before he grabbed a fistful of Lane’s hair. “Even to Macklin, you’re just a fucktoy—and not to himself. To his Master.”
My Master.
I refocused on Walker and asked if there was anything I could do for him. “You can go harder if you want,” I added. “He can take it.”
Both Walker and Ty chuckled breathlessly, the former while he fucked Lane into the sand in quick, brutal thrusts, and the latter as he slid his cock into Lane’s mouth.
Seeing the pleasure on Walker’s face turned me on, and it embarrassed me a little. I didn’t know why. It shouldn’t. But right there, I felt more than Reese’s handprint on my cheek that was on fire. Was it the use of Lane that turned me on? Was it just seeing my Owner feel good?