Chapter 18

Bridger couldn't have taken his gaze off Summer if Colter had demanded it. She was perfection. Her dark hair hung loose down her back as it had all day. With her pale skin and green eyes, she looked ethereal—like a mermaid or a goddess.

He licked his lips. His dick was so fucking hard, and Colter was using the exact right amount of pressure to make his eyes roll back.

The two men were in sync. They understood each other and their preferences after all these years. Bridger suspected their dynamic was about to shift, but he wasn't sorry. He hadn't been this aroused in a damn long time.

All because of the amazing woman currently fondling her fucking hot tits in front of him. A woman they hadn't planned. A woman who'd slid into their lives and altered the course.

The thought of her ever leaving them made his stomach roil, but they would face that in the future. Not today. No matter what, she was here now, and she'd brought an energy to the house that had been lacking.

Bridger gasped when Colter released his cock and neck at the same time.

Colter stepped to one side, flattened his palm on Bridger's stomach, and swatted his ass.

Damn, it felt so fucking good. The power. The dominance. The lust.

Steadying Bridger's body with the hand splayed on his abs, Colter spanked Bridger's greedy ass over and over. "It's been a while, love. I forgot how sexy your ass is with my palm print on it."

Bridger had forgotten how damn good it felt, too. Why had they fallen into a rut?

Being watched by Summer doubled the pleasure. Her eyes were wide. Her nipples were begging to be suckled. Had anyone ever sucked her tits? He doubted it. He wished he had permission to lean forward and do so now, but he did not.

"Warmed up, love?" Colter asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh man, do I like the sound of that. I'd like to hear it more often." He kissed Bridger's shoulder before disappearing behind him for a moment. When he returned, he held a paddle in front of Bridger, letting Summer see it, too.

"Won't that hurt, Sir?" she asked, her wide eyes searching Colter's.

"Yes," Bridger responded out of hand.

Colter pinched his left cheek hard.

Bridger yelped as he buckled forward.

"Maybe you should keep your lips together for a bit, huh?" Colter suggested.

Bridger pursed his lips and nodded.

Colter squeezed Bridger's entire ass cheek next. "Yes, it hurts. I wouldn't do it if he didn't like it. And don't you worry, honey, I would never do the same things to you I would do to Bridger. He has a high pain tolerance."

She nodded, but her eyes were wide.

"Did anyone strike you with anything, Summer?" Colter asked her softly.

"No, Sir. They weren't permitted to risk marking us in any way." She glanced down at her thighs. "Except for the tattoo," she murmured.

"They put that on you?" Colter asked.

Bridger's stomach tightened. They'd both noticed the small rose tattoo, but they hadn't spoken of it yet.

"Yes, Sir." She shuddered violently as though the memory was horrifying. Bridger had no doubt it was.

Bridger gritted his teeth at the look in her eyes while his partner increased the grip he had on Bridger's left cheek. A deep, unexpected sense of possessiveness rushed through Bridger's system. He wanted to kill the bastards who'd forced her to get a tattoo on such a delicate part of her body. It had to have hurt like hell. He also wanted it gone. Maybe someday she'd agree to have it removed.

Summer lowered her hands to the paddle. She traced the edge of it with her small fingers. "It's so smooth and glossy," she murmured. "I want to feel what it's like, too." She was breathing heavily as she lifted her gaze to Colter's.

Bridger's knees were so weak as he watched her. Jesus.

"I bet it makes him feel alive."

Bridger groaned. It definitely did.

"Will you spank me with it, too?"

Colter shook his head. "Maybe someday, honey, but not today. I'm not swatting you at all today."

"I want to feel the pain." Her hands were shaking as she gripped the edge of the paddle. "I want it to replace the emotional pain. I'm tingling at the idea. I've never thought about being spanked or paddled before, but as I watch Bridger's face, I want to feel what he's feeling."

Colter lowered the paddle out of her reach, released Bridger's butt cheek, and swapped the paddle to that hand. He cupped her face and held it.

She tipped her cheek into his palm, her eyes sliding partly closed. "Will you at least use your hand like you just did on Bridger?"

Colter's breath hitched, and his voice was gravelly as he spoke. "Maybe a few swats after I finish paddling Bridger. We'll see."

She smiled excitedly.

Fuck me.

Bridger's cock couldn't take much more of this. It ached. Colter's had to be aching, too. He wanted to spin around, drop to his knees, and suck his lover's dick so hard he made him scream.

However, he didn't have permission to move, and his position against the wall was making everyone in the room hornier.

Summer was panting.

"Are you wet, honey?" Colter asked unnecessarily.

She nodded.

"Would you like to show me?"

She swallowed, nodding again.

"Drag your fingers through your pussy, honey. Show us how wet you are."

Bridger loved the way his partner worded his request, dominating her but subtly to avoid possibly triggering her. Plus, he was asking her to do something no one else had ever asked for. Something she'd been denied.

She reached between her slightly parted legs.

Though Bridger couldn't see exactly what she was doing, he knew she'd touched her clit when she moaned. Her eyes were glassy as she lifted her trembling fingers for inspection.

"So fucking sexy, honey," Colter murmured. "Feed them to Bridger."

Bridger gasped. He could smell her arousal, and he wanted nothing more than to taste it, but this was unexpected.

Her lips parted as she brought her two fingers to his mouth.

"Open, love. Suck her fingers," Colter commanded.

Bridger parted his lips and groaned as her flavor hit his tongue. He'd never tasted anything so sweet in his life. He'd give anything to bury his face between her legs and make her come so many times she couldn't see straight.

She whimpered as he twirled his tongue around her pointer and middle finger. Her chest rose and fell with every rapid breath. Her nipples. Damn…her nipples. Tiny hard points demanding attention.

When she finally removed her fingers, Bridger nearly chased after them to have them back.

"Bring his saliva to your pussy, honey. Stroke yourself while I paddle him." Colter kissed Bridger's shoulder. "And you, don't move an inch until I give you permission."

Bridger braced himself for impact, craving it deep in his bones. It had been so long since they'd played like this, and never in the past had it caused so many feelings to come to the surface. This was unprecedented.

The first swat stung. Colter didn't give him a warmup paddle. He went right to it. Bridger was glad, but he swayed forward.

"What did I say?" Colter demanded.

"Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

Summer slid one palm down her flat tummy until the tips of her fingers barely reached her clit. She was wobbly, swaying a bit in both directions.

"Brace your hand on Bridger's hip, honey," Colter suggested.

She did so, her fingers digging into his skin with more force than he would have thought possible. He almost wished she had nails. He would welcome the moon-shaped dents or even a little blood.

She met his gaze and took a step away from the wall so that mere inches separated them. He couldn't see her fingers working her clit now, but they were sharing a bond. An emotional connection was forming that was more powerful than what she was doing with her fingers.

The next swat of the paddle trailed through Bridger and into Summer. She winced as though she'd felt it, too. It was mesmerizing and so fucking hot.

Colter swatted Bridger's ass several more times until the pain made Bridger groan. It hurt so good, and his cock was so damn hard it was about to erupt without contact.

Colter dropped the paddle, stepped between Bridger's parted feet from behind, wrapped an arm around his waist, and flattened his chest to Bridger's back. His lips came to Bridger's neck, where he kissed and sucked and bit just hard enough to hurt without breaking the skin.

When he wrapped his fist around Bridger's cock, the rigid shaft jerked.

"Please…" Bridger begged.

"That's what I like to hear. You can be as vocal as you want. Show Summer how good it feels. Show her how hard you can come for me."

Bridger couldn't get enough oxygen. He wanted to keep eye contact with Summer, but his vision blurred as Colter jerked his cock faster. In seconds, he was on the edge, that blissful moment right before orgasm. And then he couldn't stop it. He came harder than he'd ever come in his life, his ejaculation jutting out with such force that it landed on Summer's chest and stomach.

She never looked away. Her gaze remained on him the entire time. Her smile was broad and filled with emotion.

When he was spent, she stepped forward and pressed her forehead against his chest, her other hand coming to Colter's arm, connecting the three of them in a way that sizzled with electricity. The room hummed with their bond as if some sort of external power was wrapped around them.

"Fuck, that was hot," Colter said. He eased his free arm around Summer, pulling her tighter against Bridger, smearing his come on all three of them. Colter kissed Bridger's neck. "Bed now. I'll get a washcloth."

As soon as Colter released them and turned around, Bridger grabbed Summer's biceps to steady her. "You okay, baby?"

"Way more than okay. That was earthshaking. I'm humbled."

"Let's take care of you."

When he stepped back, she looked down at her stomach, dragged a finger through his semen, and brought it to her lips. "Mmm."

And just like that, his dick was ready to go again.