Page 129 of Stolen Faith
Brennon dropped his boxers, Izabel her thong, both of them joining him on the bed.
Rowan drew Izabel onto his lap, wrapping one arm around her waist as he kissed her. She caressed his shoulders, her tongue stroking his lower lip, her teeth nipping playfully.
Brennon shifted, turning to watch them.
“You two are so fucking hot together,” he murmured. “One night, I want to direct your show-and-tell sex.”
“What would you have us do?” Izabel asked, her mouth against Rowan’s jaw.
“Anal.” He replied so quickly, Rowan couldn’t help but laugh.
“Damn, man. You don’t want to take a second to think about it?”
Brennon shook his head. “Nope.”
Their exploration into anal so far had been limited to toys—plugs in both Brennon’s and Izabel’s asses. Rowan had admitted to Brennon shortly after their arrival in L.A. that he had no experience when it came to sex with a man. Brennon, who’d had male lovers in the past, said they could take their physical relationship at whatever pace Rowan was comfortable with. During one night of show-and-tell, Rowan had told Izabel to fuck Brennon with a butt plug. He’d seen Brennon’s face, seen how much he enjoyed having his ass fucked, and Rowan had known right then and there, he wanted to take Brennon like that.
Izabel gave Rowan a quick, hard kiss. “I’m game if you are.”
“No show-and-tell tonight.” Rowan lifted Izabel off his lap and twisted her until she was flat on her back in the middle of the bed. “Tonight, the three of us are consummating this marriage together.”
“Mmm,” Izabel hummed, reaching up to draw Rowan over her. He held back, shaking his head.
“Not yet.” He knelt beside her, making way for Brennon, who quickly took Izabel up on her offer.
Caging her beneath him, Brennon covered her body with his, kissing her lips, her cheek, her earlobe. “So beautiful,” he whispered.
Rowan lay down next to them, adding his own kisses to the mix. “I love you,” he murmured, the words—now spoken—coming easily.
He’d longed to say those three little words for weeks, but he’d held back because…well…neither Izabel nor Brennon had said them either, and at times, Rowan still struggled to believe he deserved to be here.
He’d been working through his guilt over Joe’s death in therapy, ever since leaving the military. Prior to the kidnapping, he’d thought he had been making progress, but those feelings of failing the people he cared about had returned with a vengeance as he was forced to watch Izabel’s torture and Brennon’s beating. Clearly, he and his new therapist still had work to do.
“I love you too,” Brennon repeated. “And hey, look. Excellent timing this time. Not in the middle of a kidnapping or freak-out.”
“Freak-out?” Izabel asked.
“My nerves were getting the better of me earlier,” Rowan admitted. “But Brennon sorted me out…with romantic movie lines.” He placed a kiss on his husband’s shoulder.
“He’s a charming bastard, isn’t he?” Amusement twinkling in Izabel’s eyes. “I love you both so damn much.”
Rowan gave them each another kiss on the cheek, then pushed himself up, kneeling next to them. Lifting his hand, he brought it down hard, unable to resist giving Brennon’s sexy bare ass a spank.
Brennon groaned with obvious pleasure. “Do that again.”
Rowan spanked him a half dozen times more, not holding back his strength, interested in seeing how much Brennon could take.
Apparently a lot, given the way he’d begun to anticipate Rowan’s strikes, moving to meet them.
Reaching between his husband and wife, Rowan gripped Brennon’s hard dick, running his fist along it several times, wiping away the pre-come at the tip.
“Fuck, Rowan. Show a little mercy,” Brennon said between clenched teeth. “I’d like to put in a good showing tonight. Not come within the first five minutes.”
Rowan chuckled, as did Izabel, the minx adding her own sensual torture by cupping Brennon’s balls the way he loved.
Rowan released him, stroking his fingers along Izabel’s slit. She gasped when he found her clit.
“Rowan.” He loved the breathless sound of his name on her lips, loved how easy it was to use her self-destruct button against her. Izabel’s hips gyrated wildly, following his touch, encouraging him to go faster, apply more force.