Page 26 of Never Dance with the Devils (Never Say Never #6)

“She’s coming,” Riggs grunts behind me, his thrusts becoming rough and hard and fast again.

He’s lost timing with Maddox, who is fucking my mouth so wildly that I lose suction around him.

Still, as he begins to spurt jet after jet of hot cum, I catch as much of it as I can, swallowing over and over.

Riggs holds me in place, violently slamming into me so deep that I gag on Maddox, but none of us stop.

We can’t stop.

I think it’s over. This round, at least. I’ve come twice, and both men have come hard.

There’s got to be a refractory period, right?

Maybe an eighteen-minute intermission? Because yes, I did some hockey homework and now know there are three periods, with an intermission between one and two and two and three.

But no.

As soon as Riggs pulls out of me, Maddox is guiding me to the bed’s white comforter-covered surface.

I smile, lying down on my belly as the two men sit on either side of me, thinking a nap does sound nice, but Maddox lifts my hips with a dark chuckle, urging me into a face-down, ass-up position.

“You think we’re done with you? I told you what you have coming for you from me. ”

His words are a stark reminder of the punishment he threatened me with. The delightful punishment he promised. I’m already a mess, with my juices coating my thighs and Maddox’s coating my lips. But he did say that he was the one I should be scared of tonight.

A thrill shoots through me as Maddox’s hand lands sharply down on my right butt cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

I immediately push up to sitting. “You did not just spank me,” I state, despite the evidence to the contrary, namely the sting on my ass. I’m not that outraged.Shocked? Maybe. Aroused? Most definitely. But I’m too strong-willed to give in easily.

He lifts his brows in challenge. “I did. And I’m going to do it again. You want to lay over my lap or put your face back down on the bed?” He runs a rough palm over the sensitive spot, somehow soothing it and irritating it all at once.

Not spanking me again is apparently not an option in his plan.

But it is in mine. I’ve never been spanked like that before.

Sure, Maddox smacked my ass mid-fuck last time, but this is a different thing entirely.

He actually spanked me. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who would dare to do that to me.

But Maddox dares. He dares a lot. In fact, the glint in his eye is daring me right now, somehow turning this into a challenge I need to accept.

No, a challenge I want to accept. One I want to excel at.

Still, stubbornness is in my nature, so I ask, “Do I get to spank you too?”

Coming back from the bathroom, presumably after disposing of his condom, Riggs guffaws, then covers it with a cough. “She’s got you there,” he taunts.

Maddox, however, shrugs one shoulder. “If you want to.”

And that’s what has me slowly lowering back to the bed, my ass lifted and a soft smile on my lips.

He would let me. He would welcome it if it’s what I wanted to do.

A quick search of my gut tells me that I don’t want to smack his butt, but I do think I want him to spank me again.

Just to see if my response was a one-time thing, or if maybe, with the right person…

with someone who deserves it… I do like a little more dominance in my partner.

Partners , I correct, quickly acclimating to the idea of it being Maddox and Riggs. Both are powerful in their own ways. Riggs, quieter and supportive in his strength. Maddox, mouthy and adventurous in his. The perfect blend of everything.

Smack. Rub.

“That’s for running out on us,” Maddox rumbles. But my eyes are locked on Riggs because he’s watching me closely, making sure his friend isn’t going too far for me. He’s not. He’s going just far enough. Or hell, maybe not far enough? I haven’t decided.

Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub .

“That’s for the two months you tormented us.”

Smack. There’s no soothing rub this time, and my cheeks—both sets—feel heated. I sway my hips, begging for the tender touch that followed the previous spankings, and feel my body’s juices run down my thighs. I should be embarrassed by that, but I’m not. I can’t be when I feel this good.

“And that’s for rejecting us when we tracked you down,” he growls.

“I know you felt what this was, that you feel what it could be.” His voice is deep, heavy with meaning, and I realize that I hurt them.

No, he’s not speaking for Riggs, but rather, for himself.

I hurt Maddox, Mr. Easy Going, Happy Go Lucky.

The pain I feel at that realization has nothing to do with the sting on my ass, and though he finally gently rubs the globe of my butt, it does nothing to quiet the pain in my chest. Especially when I see that Riggs’s eyes have ticked up to check on Maddox too.

“I did,” I admit mindlessly, nodding against the comforter. “I do.” I think I would say or do anything at this point. I just want him, or Riggs, to take away this ache inside me.

Like he understands this is Maddox’s way of communicating with me, Riggs scoots back to the pillows at the head of the bed, his legs outstretched and dick half-erect, letting Maddox have me.

But he keeps his eyes focused on the action, watching closely and caring for us from inches away.

Maddox lunges for Riggs’s nightstand, coming back with a condom that he quickly sheathes himself in.

With no mercy, he takes my tender ass in a clawed grip and slams into me, balls-deep, in one stroke. The spanking must be some sort of witchcraft, because I’m absolutely soaked, my body ready for him, even if my mind hasn’t fully gotten on board.

I cry out, not from pain but from pleasure.

I don’t know how that’s possible when his fingertips are bruisingly tight and he’s instantly savagely fucking me, not giving me a chance to adjust to his invasion.

But it is possible, because it’s happening.

My whole body is alight with building desire for more, more, more as I writhe from his onslaught.

In contrast to Maddox’s ferocity, I feel Riggs’s tender touch brushing my hair out of my face. I pry my eyes open to find his lips lifted in a pleased smirk. “You’re so fucking perfect, pretty girl. Taking him like that.”

God, his sweetness only makes Maddox’s crudeness hotter. Calling me pretty and perfect while Maddox rails me like a rutting animal highlights his own twisted thinking, but with the way he’s staring at me, I believe him. I do feel pretty, though perfect is a harder target for me to find.

I hear Maddox spit and then feel pressure at my asshole. I make a noise—of rejection? of acceptance? I don’t know—and I think I look to Riggs for an answer—but somehow, Maddox already knows. His thumb presses in the slightest bit and my body goes up in flames.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “I’m coming.” I don’t know if I’m telling them or just in shock that it’s happening again.

“Yes,” Maddox hisses. “I can feel you, Princess.” He adjusts his grip on my flesh and the fresh bite of his touch sends me spiraling more. Or again. I don’t know at this point.

My body goes wild, spasming like I’m fighting Maddox, but I’m not. I want it all. There’s a bite at my scalp as Riggs pulls my hair, pinning me in place for his friend, and darkness overtakes my vision as I plunge into bliss.

Maddox roars, and though there’s a condom between us, I swear I can feel the heat of his cum filling me as he slams into me over and over. It’s probably just a filthy fantasy, but it’s still sexy as hell and I squeeze my inner muscles, wanting every drop.

When Maddox pulls out me, carefully taking the condom with him, I collapse to the bed on my stomach, spent but still vibrating on a seemingly cellular level.

Riggs runs his palm over my head, essentially petting me.

I crack an eye, peering up at him, and find him smiling at me softly, his eyes searching my face like he might find the answers to the universe written in my smeared makeup. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I answer.

It feels like a deeply meaningful conversation, maybe because of what just happened or maybe because of everything that’s happened tonight. No, everything that’s happened since he walked up to that bar two months ago.

You felt what that was. You feel what this could be.

The words ring out in my mind, along with my confession that I do feel it.

That doesn’t mean I know what to do about it, though.

As good and right as this feels when it’s just the three of us, there’s a whole world outside those doors.

I can’t seriously expect to waltz into a family dinner with two men, no matter how normal Riggs and Maddox are trying to make it seem.

Nor can I go to hockey games as their plus-one, sitting on the sidelines and cheering for both of them.

As Samantha reminded me, I’m Kayla Harrington and I have an entire life built around my last name. I can’t risk it all for this. Can I?

Maddox reappears with a towel and gently cleans between my legs, temporarily washing away my impending panic in the process. Then, he says the most magical words I’ve ever heard. “We have a hot tub out back if you want to ease any sore muscles.”

My whole body feels numb and overstretched in a good way. It’s my heart—and probably my mind—that mostly needs some attention, and I don’t think a hot tub is going to help that. But I still smile and push up from the bed. “That sounds divine.”