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Though he wished to see her expressions himself, Stryker knew Lance was equally capable of reading the emotions that would be clearly etched on the sub’s face when she came. Figuring out her real needs was paramount if they intended to make her illegal foray onto The Brigade compound pleasurable. Why he wanted to do so escaped him at the moment. Perhaps it was the ingrained need to enhance experiences for anyone who chose this resort as their first submission experience that drove his decision. Either way, he was The Last Man Standing.
     
    Lance immersed himself in the captivating depths of Jane’s eyes. Pleasure battled with hints of fear, riddled with shame. The latter made his insides rage. Someone had done a number on the brave, lippy submissive. He’d suspected as much before, but the evidence was etched in her trembling lips and her darting gaze as she battled internal demons to comply with Stryker’s command.
    The simple order had been a test—one they’d used many times. Few failed to come within seconds of capturing the Dom’s gaze before them. Jane’s fists clenched and her body tensed as Stryker continued to finger-fuck her. The Dom’s grim expression matched the one Lance masked.
    This was a layer to the submissive’s personality they hadn’t anticipated. Nothing in her profile answers signaled this underlying issue, yet it was common enough. It also meant that whatever magic potion she’d intended to find tonight would take longer to forage.
    Lance stepped from Jane’s gaze. Stryker continued working her pussy. Her lush curves danced with each thrust, her hips sought his fingers. Lost in her headspace once again, sweet Jane’s release was immediate.
    Stryker stood and quickly cleaned himself. Lance maneuvered to stand beside him as he withdrew a warming blanket from the cabinet. “What’s the plan?”
    “Privacy. Time.”
    “Lots of time.”
    “Indeed.” Stryker’s jaw was clenched. “How bad?”
    “We’ve seen worse.”
    “That’s not comforting.”
    “One thing at a time.” Lance nodded toward Jane. “You take the lead on the aftercare. I’ll coordinate a location.”
    “No need. We’ll use my place.”
    “For how long?”
    “Tonight only.” Stryker unfolded the blanket and threw it across his shoulder. “If she’s brave enough to return, we’ll work on this little issue of hers.”
    “Agreed.” Lance took a deep breath. “Then maybe we can find out how the hell she knew about me.”
    “Clearly there’s a lot that Jane isn’t telling us.” Stryker lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Yet.”
     
    Deft fingers worked at her restraints. Her mind rebooted, recycling what had occurred on an endless loop of shock, desire and embarrassment. Never in her entire life had she experienced such intensity.
    Shock mixed with uncertainty. She’d expected harshness, derogatory comments about her body, her responses. She swallowed. A bottle appeared at her mouth.
    None of it had been what she’d expected. It had been so much more.
    “Drink, Jane.” She eased herself up until she sat on the narrow bench. A warm blanket fell around her shoulders. Warm arms surrounded her and dragged her onto a lap. Stryker.
    Her pulse flailed, kicking into overdrive.
    “Drink, Jane.” The repeated command was louder. She complied, unable to meet Lance’s gaze as he stood before her.
    “Good girl.” Stryker pressed her head onto his chest. She longed to touch his warm skin, glide her hands down the ripped abdominals.
    He’d fucked her.
    They both had.
    Heat crept up her cheeks. She curled her toes and tested her ankles. Though her experience was limited, she’d learned what was expected long ago. After the sex was over, she had to leave.
    Immediately.
    If not…
    Unwelcomed memories ripped through Viviana’s sated haze. She shivered in Stryker’s embrace and welcomed his tightening grip on her. She was on uncharted ground right now. No man had ever held her after sex.