Ink Reunited (5 page)

“She was too much a part of
the family before you were there,” Rafe explained.

“He’s right. I was almost a
sister at that point.”

Rafe barked out a laugh. “Oh
no, baby, I wouldn’t say that. You were way too sexy, even at eighteen, for me
to think of you as anything other than someone who was part of the family that
I needed to stay clear away from if I wanted to stay on my mom’s good side.”

Sassy chuckled, already
feeling at ease thinking of the good memories rather than dwelling on the
painful ones.

Those would come eventually.

“As soon as Ian showed up, I
don’t know, it was like I couldn’t hold back the attraction anymore.”

“Thank God you went all in,
because those couple years of living in the same house as you but having to act
all good and not into you about killed me,” Sassy teased.

Ian snorted and ran his hand
down her back, soothing her. His hand brushed against her ass and she had to
hold herself back from jumping him. As soon as she finished what she was
saying, they could move on. It didn’t make sense to leave everything unsaid
where it could fester.

“Then the three of us
were…us.” She sighed. “I loved it. I loved you both as a young girl and I
wouldn’t have changed that year. It hurts so goddamn much to think about what
happened at the end, but I wouldn’t change anything about what led us there.”

“We don’t have to lose what we
had,” Rafe put in.

“No, we already lost it,”
Sassy countered. “But we can try for something new. Building on the past and
whatifs will only hurt us. I’m already liking the men you’ve become, and I sure
as hell like who I am now. If we start again where we ended, we’d lose
everything we’ve gained since.”

“I was a fucking prick to step
away. I’ve said it before and I’d say it again but I think you’re tired of
hearing it. I won’t walk away because of fear.” Ian gripped her chin, forcing
her gaze to his. “I promise.”

She noticed he’d tacked on the
qualifier to his not walking away, and she put that back for later. None of
them were talking marriage, babies and commitment. At least she certainly wasn’t.

“One thing I will say though
is that if I hadn’t left, if I hadn’t been forced to move on, I wouldn’t have
found Midnight Ink.” She stepped away from Ian and Rafe and looked down at the
ink on her arms. “I had only a few small ones when I met you and now I’m inked
all over. I love it. I love my job and who I get to help daily. I love the
family that I’ve made. So yes, what happened sucked. God, that’s not even a
good word for it. What happened shattered everything I thought I had and needed,
but I grew up because of it. Each step I’ve taken has made me stronger and made
me…Sassy. I love who I am, boys, and I’m not going to change that. What I will
say though is this, who I am needs the two of you.” At least for right now. She
couldn’t think beyond that or it would be too much.

Ian growled slightly and moved
closer, Rafe on his tail. “This ink?” His finger traced her arm again and a
shudder ripped through her at the promise of what was to come. “I want to see
it all over. I want to see everything, Sassy. I want everything. That might
make me a selfish man, but remember, I’m a Steele. I’m used to getting what I
want.”

Rafe’s hand went down her back
and cupped her ass. She moaned and rocked into him. “I might not be a Steele,
but I know what I want too. I want you both. What happened is in the past and
we’re here now. We’re going to move on together. You get me?”

She turned to face him and
nodded. Oh yeah, she got him.

“Now you know where I’m at and
where I’ve been,” she said, knowing their time for talking was drawing to a
close.

Thank God.

With a wicked grin, she took
Ian’s tie in one hand, and gripped Rafe’s shirt in the other. “I think it’s
time for talking to be over. I’m not in the mood to go out today. Do you two
have a better idea?”

She looked between the two men
as their gazes heated and a little growl escaped.

“Oh yeah,” Ian whispered.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Rafe growled.

This is what she wanted right
then. Them. Her. No clothes. And a night filled with just the right amount of passion.

This.

Sassy licked her lips, loving
the way both men’s eyes darkened as their breathing became ragged. It had
always been like this, hot, heady, and ready for anything. Her nipples
tightened and her stomach fluttered thinking about what was to come. With two
men, she never knew who would go first and set the stage.

Both Ian and Rafe had always
been dominant in bed, but not Doms in the same sense that her friend’s men
were. They knew how she wanted it and gave it to her…after a tease or two. What
she didn’t know was which man would take charge first.

Ian and Rafe glanced at each
other, as if having an unspoken conversation—hopefully deciding on what she’d
just been thinking about. Rafe nodded and Sassy sucked in a breath as Ian took
two steps toward her and reached around her head, wrapping her long hair around
his fist three times.

She panted as he pulled,
letting her head fall back so she could stare at him, wanting more.

“Mine,” he whispered, then
crushed his mouth to hers.

She moaned as his lips pressed
against hers, his teeth nipping at them. She opened for him, his tongue
tangling with hers. He tasted of mint and coffee, the taste mingling with her
own. He tugged on her hair again, the sharp sting shooting right to her pussy.

“Don’t forget me,” Rafe said,
his voice husky.

Ian pulled his lips from her
and tugged on her hair again, this time forcing her gaze to Rafe. The act of
Ian controlling her kiss with Rafe made her want to come right there. She loved
it when they went all badass with her…and with each other.

Rafe cupped her face, then
gently lowered his head. His kiss was soft, tempting, where Ian’s had been fire
and heat—so different from the personas both men showed the world. She closed
her eyes, tasting his dark sweetness as she rocked into him and Ian at the same
time, their bodies so close to her and each other, making it easy.

Ian pulled her away and
brought his lips to hers again. She licked his lips and nibbled, loving the way
both men’s tastes mixed on her tongue, the heady combination reminding her that
she’d missed this, that she’d
craved
this.

Both men took turns kissing
her, their hands roaming her back, cupping her ass. She got lost in the moment,
not knowing how much time had passed before they both pulled away and turned to
each other.

No matter how hot it was to
have them kiss her, it made her hotter to watch these two men go at each other.
Their moans echoed in the kitchen as their kiss deepened. As rough as they were
with her sometimes, they were so much more demanding with each other.

Hot. As. Hell.

She licked her lips again,
watching and feeling part of their heat even if no one was touching her. Well,
if
they
weren’t going to touch her…

Her fingers brushed her
nipples and she gasped, the sensation of that gentle brush rocking her. Damn,
she was turned on and knew they had a hell of a lot more to do before she’d be
sated.

She cupped her breasts,
palming the large mounds while pinching her nipples. Her body swayed as she
rubbed her legs together, needing the friction so she could come. If she could
have just a little orgasm, she’d be able to go slow with her men.

As if they’d heard her
thoughts, Rafe and Ian pulled away from each other and faced her.

“Trying to make yourself come
without us?” Ian asked, his voice deep with need, his lips wet and swollen from
their kisses.

“We should be taking better
care of you,
cariña
,” Rafe rumbled, his honey eyes dark with intent and
promise.

Ian tilted his head. “Since
she’s been playing with herself, maybe we should let her continue. She doesn’t
need us, does she?”

She narrowed his eyes. “Hey,
stop it with the
I’m a bastard
motif, sugar. You know I can make myself
come but right now I want both of you to do it for me. It’s only right.”

Ian grinned but she wasn’t
sure she was about to get what she wanted. He always made her wait until it was
the best possible. So while she hated him while she was squirming, she loved
him when he filled her.

Tricky bastard.

“What do you want, Sassy?” Ian
asked.

She licked her lips and
glanced down at his erection tenting his pants then saw the matching one in
Rafe’s. As much as she wanted to come right there, what she
really
wanted was to taste her men.

“You,” she whispered.

Ian grinned and Rafe chuckled.
“On your knees, baby.” He held out his hand and she placed her own in it as she
knelt down in front of him.

Her breath quickened as she
undid Ian’s belt and undid his pants. While some women might hate it, she loved
sucking cock. She loved having the power even though Ian and Rafe usually set
the pace for her.
She
was the one giving them pleasure, and just the
thought of it made her wet as hell.

Because when she was done with
them, they’d reciprocate in the best way imaginable.

As quickly as possible, she
pulled down his boxer briefs enough so she could grip his cock. He filled her
hand, hot, hard, and ready for her mouth. Not wanting to leave Rafe out, she
pressed a kiss to Ian’s cock, then undid Rafe’s pants.

Ian pulled at her hair,
fisting it as he had before while Rafe held her shoulder. She pulled Rafe out
of his pants and licked the crown while she wrapped her hand around the base of
Ian’s shaft.

She hadn’t had a threesome
since she’d been with Ian and Rafe, but the dexterity it took to pleasure them
both at the same time apparently had never gone away.

With one last wink at her men,
she got down to business, licking up Rafe’s length, before doing the same to
Ian’s. Both men moaned and she smiled before sucking on the head of Ian’s cock,
letting her tongue brush the seam. He bucked into her mouth and she put her
hand on his hip to keep him steady. She pulled away slightly to look up at him.

“Let me taste you both first
before you fuck my mouth.”

“I love that dirty mouth of
yours,” Rafe said and she rolled her eyes.

She went back to what she was
doing and licked the drop of pre-cum on the tip of Ian’s dick before doing the
same to Rafe’s. She held both of their cocks in her hands and she gripped them
hard, rolling her wrists slightly as she pulled upward so she could glide along
their lengths. Ian’s dick was slightly longer with a curve to the left that hit
a spot right inside her that used to make her eyes cross when he fucked her
hard. Rafe’s was thicker and stretched her in a sexy as fuck way whenever he
pushed that meaty cock inside of her.

Damn, she’d missed these two.

Rafe cupped her cheek and
grinned. “Let me watch you take Ian, Sass. Then you can have me. I love it when
you suck on his balls when you go down on him.”

She held back the moan in her
throat then nodded before turning to Ian. Because she knew Rafe—and Ian—loved
it, she pushed his cock up to his belly and sucked on his balls. She rolled one
on her tongue, moved to the other and did the same. She could feel Ian’s dick
throb as she sucked, so she repeated the process. When she couldn’t take it
anymore—and had a feeling Ian was feeling the same—she moved to suck Ian down
in one movement. His gasp of need and surprise was music to her ears. She
pulled back, eager to continue once she found her breath.

“Let me help you,” Rafe said
and she looked up to see him standing behind Ian. He gripped the base of Ian’s
shaft and held it up to her lips.

She grinned, then sucked Ian
down again. Ian’s hand tightened in her hair and she froze, letting her jaw
widen. With Rafe’s help directing, Ian fucked her mouth. When he pulled out,
she rolled her tongue, then swallowed on the tip as he sank to the back of her
throat.

“Jesus,” Ian grunted, but
didn’t stop moving his hips.

She hollowed her cheeks and
hummed, looking up to see Ian’s hand resting on Rafe’s shoulder. Whenever her
mouth would leave his dick, Rafe’s hand would squeeze and run along his length.

Finally, Ian pulled away, his
dick still hard since he hadn’t come, and moved out of the way. Rafe stood
there, his cock jutting out. She licked down his length as Ian came around
behind her. She looked over and grinned as he shucked his clothes.

“What are you doing back
there?” she purred.

Ian chuckled then gripped her
shoulders. “Suck him off, then I’m going to eat that pretty pussy of yours,
darling.”

Well, that sounded like a
plan.

She swallowed Rafe whole,
bobbing her head up and down as she set the pace this time. Ian’s hands came
from around her waist as he knelt behind her. He cupped her breasts through her
bra and pinched her nipples—hard.

She gasped around Rafe’s cock
as Ian pinched even harder and twisted slightly. The pain made her pussy ache,
ready for either of their cocks, but she knew she would have to wait. She
increased the pace, wanting to make Rafe lose control.

Ian’s hands left her breasts
only to go to Rafe’s thighs. The sight of his strong hands on Rafe’s even
stronger legs almost made her come, but she held back. Ian rolled Rafe’s balls
in his hand as she hollowed her cheeks to suck him harder.

Rafe pulled back and she
blinked up at him while resting on Ian’s shoulder.

“I’m with Ian, here,
carina
,
as much as I want to come down that pretty throat of yours, I’d rather make you
come around my cock first.”

She licked her lips, the salty
taste of both men lingering. “Whatever you say.”

Ian chuckled against her as he
kissed her neck. “I like the sound of that.”

Before she could blink, she
found herself standing, both men pulling off her clothes, and then she was on
her back on the kitchen island with Ian’s head between her legs.

“Ian!” she gasped at the first
swipe of his tongue. He licked and nibbled along her slit before honing in on
her clit. She rocked her body against his face, wanting more.

“Let Ian taste you, Sassy,”
Rafe whispered as he pushed down on her hips, giving Ian more control.

She tried to keep her eyes
from rolling to the back of her head, but it was damn hard with Ian licking her
up like a cat with cream. It was even harder when Rafe sucked on one nipple,
pinching the other with his nimble fingers. He bit down on the bud while he
rolled the other and she came against Ian’s face and around the two fingers
he’d pumped into her.

Their names left her lips on a
scream as they kept up their attack, not relenting until she found herself
cresting another wave. She’d only ever had so many orgasms at once with these
two and she thanked God some things never changed.

Her body went limp even though
she still wanted to feel them both inside her. She felt Ian lift her up into
his arms and carry her to the L-shaped couch with the deep cushions that were
perfect for two people to cuddle on comfortably.

All three of them were soon naked
and Ian was between her legs as she lay on her back so she was splayed out for
them both. Ian stood over her, bending so he could reach her legs while Rafe
stood behind him. Rafe reached around Ian’s body and rolled a condom over his
cock and Sassy about swallowed her tongue.

No matter how hot she thought
she was with either of them, she loved watching them together because it made
their heat rise even more. It might make her a dirty, dirty Sassy, but she
didn’t care.

She fucking loved it.

Ian turned to the side and she
caught something that hadn’t been there the last time they’d made love.

“Is that ink on your back?”
she asked.

Rafe’s eyes widened and he
went behind Ian. “Holy shit, it’s the Irish trinity. Dude. That’s fucking
gorgeous.”

Sassy gave a watery smile.
“You have a trinity on your back. Let me see?”

Ian gripped his dick, but
turned for her.

God, it was beautiful. Heavy
and dark, the three parts of the trinity were interwoven and carved in Gaelic.
It was amazing.

The fact that he’d done that
after
they were broken up was telling, but she couldn’t talk about that now. Not when
she wanted him inside her.

Now.

“Ready?” Ian asked, his voice
strained.

“Always,” she whispered then
moaned as Ian sank into her inch by agonizing inch.

He filled her up, their hips
aligning, brushing against each other while she stretched to accommodate his
length—just how she knew she’d have to stretch again to accommodate Rafe’s
girth.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking
good,” Ian gritted out then pulled out slightly.

Sassy moaned as her inner
walls clenched, not wanting to let him go.

“Look over here, Sass,” Rafe
whispered. “And get up on your elbows.”

When she was focused on Ian,
Rafe had moved so he was standing on the couch beside her, his cock right at
her lips. She opened for him, and let go. Both men fucked her hard, Ian in her
pussy, Rafe in her mouth. Rafe’s hands tangled in her hair, while Ian’s gripped
her hips.

Ian pumped his cock in and out
of her at a steady, unending, yet exquisite pace, until he slammed into her
hard once more and shouted her name. Sassy let go of Rafe’s cock, and kissed
Ian as he filled the condom. Ian pumped again, this time, his thumb thrumming
her clit and she came, her moan covered up by Ian’s mouth.

He pulled out even as her body
still shook and Rafe slid inside her. She let her head fall back to rest on the
couch as Ian went to dispose of the condom. Rafe must have covered himself with
another one when she’d been coming because she could see it wrapped around him
as he pulled out of her. His fingers dug into her waist as he pistoned into her,
their gazes locked.

Ian came back into the room
and sat beside her his hands roaming her body. He cupped her breasts, suckled
on her nipples, and then moved his hand down to play with her clit as Rafe made
love to her.