Finding Trust (Centre Games) (18 page)

“Okay then, I think I might head off to bed; it’s getting late.” Rihanna began to rise from the couch when Brayden pulled her back.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked.

She looked at him, clearly puzzled. He gently reached up and pulled her head towards his. He touched his lips to hers in a brief kiss that was filled with promises of what was to come later. He saw her blush at his flagrant display of affection and possession. She fully rose from the couch and bid Quade and Rory goodnight.

Bray watched her delectable form walk through the family room and head down the long hall to the master suite at the end. When finally she moved from sight, he turned and caught both Quade and Rory doing just the same.

“Wow, did you hit the jackpot there, man. She’s quite something and totally hot for you. I could smell her arousal as soon as I got out of the Jeep,” Rory congratulated him.

“She is, isn’t she?” agreed Bray. He didn’t mind admitting the obvious and it also did his male pride well to know that his teammates desired what he had. Talking about female arousal and stuff like this didn’t bother them in the least. In fact, it was normal. With their extra powerful noses, everything was magnified to almost ten thousand times that of a normal human.

“I’m not sure about this, bro. You two seem pretty cosy. You know we can’t disclose what we are. What’re you doing here, mate?” Quade questioned.

Brayden had expected this. Rory was far more easygoing and relaxed. He was more inclined to live and let live, whereas Quade was far more tightly strung, even uptight at times. He was the sort of guy that took a lot of time to get to know and Bray often wondered even then whether he truly knew him.

“I expected this from you, Quade.”

“Well, you know it’s okay to fuck ’em—just not get involved with them. The boss isn’t goin’ to like this, man.”

“Since when did you become the goody two-shoes, Q?” The heat in his voice was unmistakable.

“Since you’re thinkin’ with your dick and you’re risking all our asses, mate. Does she know?”

Brayden didn’t like it one bit but he knew Quade was right. “Of course not. Look, mate, I know the rules but there’s just something about her that calls to me like nobody ever has. For the first time in my life, I actually want to see if there’s more than just a casual night or two.”

“Well, it’s your ass, buddy, but unfortunately, it might just expose eleven more in the process.” Quade’s voice was tight with warning.

“I get it, Quade, and I know it’s a risk but one I want to take.”

“Easy to say when you’re the one getting all the benefits, but you’re exposing our butts as well and we’re getting zip outta this,” Quade spat.

“Okay, fellas, let’s wind this back a bit. Much louder and we won’t need to keep the secret; she’ll be out here asking difficult questions,” Rory interjected. Peacemaker was often the role he played amongst this often unruly bunch of animals.

Both Brayden and Quade looked away from each other. They were the epitome of two alpha males facing off, before tussling again.

Rory recognised it as well. “I mean it, you two. Enough. Beating the shit out of each other is not going to help.”

“So what do you propose we do, genius? Let this randy stud literally fuck it up for all of us?” Quade asked, his voice laced with venom.

Brayden went to bite back but Rory was quicker. “Quade, getting pissed at Bray isn’t helping. You can smell the pheromones these two are letting off as clear as I can. If Bray says she means something to him, then that’s good enough for me. Just the same if it was you in Bray’s place. Now we figure out how to deal with this.” He looked between the two, measuring the impact his words were having.

Bray and Rory both saw Quade suck in a deep breath, clearly trying to control his frustration and anger at the situation and ultimately Brayden.

Rory decided to continue being the voice of reason. “So what does she know, Bray?”

“Nothing—just that we work for a secret agency called the Centre. She would have got that bit of information regardless of whether we were together or not. I also told her the work we do is a bit like special ops. We can’t tell you where we’ve been, who we’ve been with, or for how long. She didn’t like it much but she accepted it. You’ve got to understand she’s as married to her work as us. She gets that it comes first.”

Quade seemed to relax a bit at this. “Are you sure she bought it?”

“Well, as much as I can be sure. She hasn’t asked any strange questions or indicated she’d noticed me doing anything out of the ordinary.” He chuckled to himself. “I did blow her away with my prowess in the sack, though.”

The other two rolled their eyes and shook their heads.

“Oh, please.” Rory pretended to choke on Bray’s words. “Just because you’re part pony and have a big dick doesn’t mean the dog and cat here are any slouches in the bedroom, mate. We’ve been known to get the ladies purring or whimpering a time or two.”

They all laughed at that and collectively felt better. Like any tight group, they didn’t enjoy tension amongst them. It caused problems when people weren’t totally focused on the job.

They were silent for a few seconds, smirking at one another.

“Well, I’m going to bed. I’m going to try to get to sleep before we have to put up with listening to the stallion service his mare.” Quade rose and gave Bray a friendly slap on the back on his way past.

After he was gone, Bray turned his attention back to Rory. “You’re okay with this, mate?”

Rory did something he rarely did. He paused for a second and considered his answer. Bray held his breath at what Rory might tell him.

“I wouldn’t say I’m okay. More like I understand. I’ve been thinking this was bound to happen to one of us for a while.” Rory paused to gather his thoughts before going on. “Realistically, what are the chances of six males finding soul mates with six females? So to me it seemed likely that something like this was only a matter of time. It’s all going to come down to how well we manage this.”

Brayden nodded his agreement at Rory’s words. Behind the jovial exterior lurked a very deep thinker.

“But let me say this. I hope for your sake, she’s the understanding type because I’m not sure how you’re going to be able to live with her twenty-four-seven and not have her eventually notice something. Also, the more she is exposed to all of us, the more likely she is to pick up on things. You and I know we’re all extremely good at masking our animal sides but they’re still there and they do come out. Sometimes when we least expect it.”

“I hear you, mate. And everything you’ve just said are the things I’ve been struggling with for the last two days. Common sense tells me to let her go but my heart says hang on tight. I’m sick of having nothing for me…of being dictated to for the last fifteen odd years by the Centre. It’s my time to have something I want, and if that sounds selfish, I’m sorry but this feeling is just so strong.”

“I can see it, mate. I don’t know where it’s going to end up but shit, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of watching.” Rory chuckled, knowing that Bray understood he was going to provide heaps of material for Rory’s often warped sense of humour in the coming days.

When you knew you were beat it was best to retreat, regroup and fight the battle another day; Brayden decided that this was the best course of action.

“On that note, I’m going to bed.” Brayden rose from the lounge, taking the empty glasses with him.

“You do that, mate, you lucky prick,” Rory shot at Bray’s retreating back; his knowing laugh followed him out the door.

***

Rihanna was lying in his big bed facing the door when he entered through the double doors of his bedroom. She looked so relaxed and content curled around a pillow. He quietly used the bathroom and stripped before sliding into bed. He moved closer to her, spooning his hard body around her back. His right hand immediately sought a resting place on her breast.

She whimpered slightly at his touch. The sound shot straight to his already hard cock.

“Are you awake, babe?” he whispered.

“No,” she answered back, clearly operating on autopilot.

His fingers found her nipple and lightly pinched. “If you’re not awake, then why did you answer?”

“Noooo…idea,” she shot back in a sleepy, muffled voice and wriggled her gorgeous ass against his abdomen and erection.

He wasn’t sure how conscious she really was. She seemed as if she was in that highly relaxed, dreamy state before sleep.

“Keep that up, baby, and you definitely won’t be sleeping any longer.” His voice was no more than a whisper across her ear. She shivered in response and wriggled against him even more.

With that, he slipped his left arm under her shoulders, resting her head under his chin, her upper body across his bicep. This gave him the perfect access to tease the soft, silky mounds of her breasts. His fingers lightly trailed circles around first one nipple and then the other, teasing her nipples into tight, hard little nubs.

His right hand slipped lower and he lifted her right thigh, draping it over his legs behind her. The sound Rihanna made when he slid his hand down and into her silken folds just about had him coming against her back. It was the low passionate moan of a highly aroused woman. Sleep stripped her barriers away and left the wanton woman he knew lurked within the sometimes reserved exterior.

She was hot, wet, and waiting for him to pleasure her.

He slipped one finger and then two into her hot, wet channel and moved them in and out, making sure he hit all the right spots. Oh yeah, he got it right and was rewarded a moment later with her inner muscles clinching him tightly into her. She sucked in a breath at his ministrations. His thumb was lightly stroking her clit.

“Oh Bray, don’t stop,” she panted between breaths. He continued his slow torture. He could feel the flutters around his fingers and knew she was moments from diving headlong into climax. He increased the speed of his fingers stroking her and licked his tongue along the delicate skin underneath her right ear.

When he felt her tense, ready to explode, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nipped. He pinched firmly on the nipple he had trapped in his left hand. The sensation of the dual pain points sent her spiralling over the edge into orgasm.

“Ahhhhhhhh Brayden.” A long shriek emanated from deep in her throat. The passion in her voice was music to his ears. She inhaled deeply and he figured she was about to voice her satisfaction again when he closed his mouth over hers, muffling some of the sounds.

He held tightly to her bucking, squirming body. And it was all he could do to avoid embarrassing himself and hold back from joining her. Moments later, she pushed his hand away from her hot dripping centre.

“Too much,” she managed to get out between spasms.

He laughed lightly and stroked his hand along her silken side from hip to knee, her warm skin sending tingles through his palm.

Eventually she settled enough for her breathing to relax and for a level of awareness to descend again. She was blinking in the low light of his bedside lamp.

“Enjoy that, sweetheart?” He knew the answer but couldn’t resist asking anyway.

“Umm, yes,” she stammered out. “Thank you.”

“Pleasure was all mine. Any time, every time, babe.” He meant every word. Nothing was as good as holding Rihanna in his arms: hot, sexy, relaxed, and satisfied. If only he could keep her there.

She was silent for a moment before she realised what had just happened, and how loud she had been before he covered her mouth with his. Mortification hit. They were no longer alone in the house. She pushed away from him.

“How could you do that, Bray?” she demanded in a sharp whisper.

“What?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

“You know what. I just screamed and we aren’t alone anymore,” she retorted hotly, her voice rising slightly.

“Oh that…”he said circumspectly, with a hint of a laugh.

“Brayden, this is soo embarrassing. Having them know we’re together is bad enough. Having them hear us is totally another.” She slammed her palm into the soft top of the mattress.

“Hear you, baby—not me,” he teased and rubbed his rock hard erection into her leg.

“That didn’t make things better, Brayden. How am I going to face them tomorrow?” she said with disgust.

“Easy. Just carry on like nothing ever happened,” was his calm response.

“But I screamed out—” Before she got to finish her sentence, she was rolled onto her back and pinned to the bed with all that was him.

“And you’re probably going to scream again in just a minute,” he said, reaching to the bedside table, no doubt seeking a condom. “They’re guys and they know the score. If places were reversed, no way they’d be missing out. So why should we?”

What seemed like a second later, he was sheathed and burying his long, thick length in her. All thoughts of conversation—or was it arguing?—were erased from her mind as he started to move within her and she fell under his pleasure spell again. What he did to her…her man was magic with his body and hands, but his tongue and his cock? They were something else entirely.

As he had promised, she came again a short time later.