Her Three Wilde Champion Men (Wilde, Nevada 2)

How trained could they be? It’s only been a month for crying out loud.

Her trembles continued, but she calmed her breathing down, knowing they’d been trained by the best. More than that, she trusted them. This was going to be fun, really fun, and so very hot.

Brandon leaned over and pressed his lips to hers—clearly the first act of possession but not the last. “Color, sub?”

“Green, Counselor.” Her future was staring her right in the face and she couldn’t be happier.

“This is our first time playing together at the club, so we will be checking in with you about your state more often than what you might think is normal. Understand?”

Well-trained, indeed. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

Alex came over and captured her mouth with his. Even in the dark, she could tell her guys apart just from their kisses. Brandon’s lips were like clamps, his tongue like a whip, overwhelming her into submission. Alex’s kiss was softer, but just as demanding and possessive. Justin’s style was to change it up, keep her guessing. Soft sometimes. Firm the next. But always wonderful.

Alex’s tongue traced her lips. Every since he’d come to Wilde she’d been mesmerized by him. Those months of him coming and going by her desk into Austin’s office had left her with nighttime fantasies that had kept her from sleeping. But that was the past. Her dreams had become her reality. She tasted her future on his tongue as it shot into her mouth, tangling with hers.

As Alex released her now-throbbing lips, Justin took over where he’d left off, crushing her mouth with his manly lips. His hunger and lust were evident to her as he deepened their kiss. She was getting so very wet. Her panties were soaked.

“Let’s strip our sweet sub.” Brandon’s hands pulled on her clothes first, but right behind, Justin’s and Alex’s were doing the same. Her men lifted her shirt over her head, and a split second later, her bra was tossed to the ground. Her nipples tightened in the cool air of the room.

Alex bent down and touched her left foot. “Lift,” he ordered.

She obeyed, and he took off her shoe. Then he did the same on the right.

In her bare feet, she watched Justin’s hot stare go to her chest. He cupped her exposed breasts, creating a new tingly line of sensations that started from his caress but went all the way down her body, settling in her pussy and clit.

Brandon undid the fly of her jeans. With his thick, long fingers he explored inside, finding the elastic of her panties. She shivered breathlessly as one of his hot digits shot to her clit and began stroking her into a state of humid dizziness.

“She’s already wet for us,” he told Alex and Justin.

“Just like we want our sub to be.” Justin bent down and sucked hard on her nipples, which were throbbing like mad.

Her bratty side was not something she brought out often, but her need was so great right now. And why shouldn’t she test her new Doms’ limits? She tilted her hips, pressing her pelvis against Brandon’s fingers, seeking a bit of relief from the pressure that was already building inside her.

“Please, Sirs. Won’t one of you fuck me?”

Brandon’s hand came out of her jeans, Alex’s lips left the back of her neck, and Justin’s mouth released her breast.

Her jaw dropped. Oh God! The lack of their touches on her body only made her suffering worse. Damn.

“No topping from the bottom, baby,” Justin said. “Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She pushed the brat down deep inside her.

“Color?” Brandon demanded.

“Green, Master.”

She might have more experience as a sub in the life, but they were her Doms, and they were in charge. Not her. Besides, they were hitting every one of her buttons perfectly, taking their time, raising her need. It was as if they’d been in the life for years, not just a month.

“You will have to be spanked for your brattiness, sub.” Justin’s smile told her he was enjoying this as much as she was.

“I’m sorry, Sirs. I won’t do that again.” She fidgeted, dying for their touches to return.

“That’s good to know, but we need to make sure you understand our roles here. And yours, too.” Brandon touched her cheek. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

She looked into his eyes and felt a new shiver, hot and electric, roll through her like a wave.

“We know you. We will know you better after tonight. You have to trust us to be what you need.” As he continued to talk with his deep, demanding tone, Alex and Justin pulled her jeans down to her ankles. “Color?”