Rules Of Our Own (Rule Breaker Series Book 3)

“HOW WAS YOUR MASSAGE?” an attendant asks warmly the second I step out of the treatment room. I take the small glass of water she holds out to me and smile.

“So good.” And it really had been. The bed was heated, she tucked pillows under my knees and ankles, relieving all pressure, and she gave one hell of a head massage. Between that, the body scrub, and the facial, I’ve never been this relaxed.

“I’m happy to hear that. Mr. Davis has opted for the package that includes full-day access to the rest of the facility.”

There’s a tug on my chest, pulling me toward the guys. I’ve already been away from them for hours, and it feels like a waste to not go back. I glance at the large wood door, curious about what’s on the other side. If it’s anything like the rest of the spa, it’s probably amazing. River wouldn’t have booked it if he didn’t want me to go in, right?

Maybe I can convince the guys to get a pedicure or something. I bite back a smile at the image of River with painted toes. “Yes, thank you.”

She pushes open the door, and my mouth falls open. The walls are covered in deep blue-gray mosaic tiles that glimmer in the low amber light, and the ceiling is paneled in low-hung cedar planks, making the entire space feel like a warm hug.

There are a few other people lounging in what can only be described as oversized beanbags, snuggled into their soft seats with their robes pulled around them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more appealing place to nap.

We turn a corner, and the lights are dimmer here, giving it a cave-like presence. There are three pools the size of a parking stall, side by side and dimly lit with underwater lights.

The attendant gestures to the first one. “This is our contrast hydrotherapy section. First is a cold plunge pool that’s kept at a crisp forty-five degrees. You climb in, submerge for a few seconds before getting out. Then you have a hot pool and finally a relaxing hydrotherapy pool. You’re meant to alternate between the cold and hot. It increases your circulation.”

A couple leisurely relaxes in the last one, their backs leaning against sunken lounge chairs.

I’m not sure about the plunge pool, but I’m definitely trying the bubbles.

I silently follow, my gaze focusing on a large gold abstract painting of a naked woman, and nearly walk right into her. “Shit. Sorry.”

She gives me a warm smile, and I make a mental note to make sure she gets a tip.

“Here you’ll find our steam room.” She points to a large glass door. The door beside it opens, and the sounds of water fill the space. “And this is our rain shower room.”

I take a quick peek and spot rivulets pouring from the ceiling, covering the entire space. Stunning.

“We suggest you start in the steam room before rinsing off in this one prior to making your way to the pools. You can hang your robe just here.”

“Thank you very much.” Why am I so freaking awkward? I hang my robe next to two others, leaving me in my swimsuit, and step into the room, my lungs instantly filling with the damp air. I blink to focus, but the steam is so thick I can’t make out the benches lining the walls until I nearly trip into them.

I climb over the first level, choosing instead to sit on the middle step, and rest my shoulder blades against the top one before tipping my head back and taking several breaths. The air is scented with cedar and leather. I instantly wish River was here. The wooden seat is hot against my thighs, and I shift until they get used to it.

With my eyes closed, my senses narrow in on the sound of shifting fabric from across the space. I lift my head and strain my eyes, but even though I know someone’s there, I can’t see anything through the white vapor.

I jolt upward when the person—who I didn’t even know was there—shifts beside me, lining their thigh to mine. I start to lose my balance, tipping forward, and brace my hands in front of me. I cringe, sure I’m going to hit the ground, but strong arms wrap around my middle and haul me back before I land.

“Careful, Mia,” River breathes against my ear, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps despite the heat. The man has a way of saying my name that turns it into something indecent.

My heart is still pounding from being startled, then nearly crashes as I hiss, “What are you doing?”

I expect him to answer. He should answer. It would be normal to answer, but quiet as always, River lets go of me and lifts himself to the bench above me, dropping his knees to either side of my head. Any irritation I felt moments ago instantly vanishes. I turn toward him, confused, but he cups the nape of my neck and directs me forward.

I suck in a breath. The move feels like a command, reinforced when he tightens his grip once before letting go. My fingers dig into the cedar planks on either side of me in an attempt to keep still.

River’s palms settle on my shoulders and tug me until my back arches and my chest lifts into the air before his fingers shift lower. He covers every inch of my skin painfully slowly, taking time to outline my collarbone before lowering further. His palms are like lava against my already heated skin. By the time his fingertips graze the cup of my bikini, my entire body feels like he lit a fire within.

I take a long, slow breath as he dips under the fabric, sweeping back and forth just below the edge. My nipples harden until they tingle with the need for his touch. All of my attention is focused on where he caresses the sensitive curve of my breasts. My chest aches, and my head blurs, almost fuzzy with anticipation.

“Breathe.” River nips my ear, and his hands back off, drawing a whimper from my mouth. I hold my breath, and my eyes shoot across to where the other person in the room’s located, but I still can’t make anything out.

“Will you breathe, or will I have to stop?” I feel his words more than hear them. His mouth grazing the shell of my ear. I nod and take several deep breaths, pausing before letting them out.

“Good girl.” His gravelly praise goes straight to my core. Before I can inhale again, he pushes the cups of my bikini to the side, leaving me exposed. Cupping my breasts, he pushes them together and ever so slightly squeezes.

I arch into his touch and press back between his thighs, loving his groan when the hard length of his cock presses against my shoulder. I shift, and he squeezes my breasts again, this time just shy of painful, making his command clear.

I want to turn around and take him into my mouth. Drive him out of his mind for once, but I want what he wants to give me more.

He circles his thumbs around my nipples until they’re painfully hard. The way this man has me coming apart with just his hands… Time is drawn out until every molecule of my being is focused on his touch. I’m about to beg, not caring we aren’t alone, when River pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, shooting an electric current straight to my clit. I buck my hips, drawing in a sharp gasp.

The door opens, and I stiffen, realizing my top is completely missing.

“About fucking time,” River says as the new person steps closer.

Alex comes into view less than two feet from my face and rests his palms on my legs. His thumbs stroke the inside of my thighs. He’s close enough now I can make out his hooded eyes roaming over where River’s rolling my nipples. His gaze meets mine. His lips shift, revealing a smile that’s more primal than flirtatious. “Look at you, Kitten.”

River cups my breasts, holding them out for Alex. He leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth. Shit. Alex swirls his tongue, soothing the tender peak.

I should be mortified that we’re doing this in public. Wetness soaks my thighs at the idea of being caught with their hands on me, driving me out of my mind with their touch.

I release the bench, digging my hands into Alex’s hair and holding him against me. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest before he releases my nipple.

River runs his palms down my arms, collaring my wrists between his fingers. He slowly tightens his grip until I release my grasp of Alex’s hair. I whimper when he places my hands back on the bench, making it clear that I’m not allowed to touch. I stiffen and go to move away when he kisses the back of my nape, just below my hairline. The motion is so unexpectedly tender that I freeze.

He trails kisses along my neck before sucking the bottom of my ear between his teeth. “Do you want to continue?”

No. Yes. Please. My brain short-circuits between them. But no one touches me, waiting for my answer. I take several calming breaths. “Yes.”

River wraps his hand around my throat and tilts my head back until I meet his black gaze towering above me. Even upside down, he looks like Lucifer, here to claim my soul. “That’s our good girl.”

Alex’s mouth descends on my other nipple, and my hips tilt, searching for friction.

A masculine sound that’s between a groan and a cough comes from the other side of the room too far to see through the steam. Sparks of heat dance in my lower stomach, everything’s more intense knowing the stranger’s getting off listening to us.

The hand around my throat tightens, and the world grows small. River’s gaze hasn’t left mine as he slowly tightens his grasp until my chest burns, then releases. By the time Alex is kissing down my stomach and pulling off my swimsuit bottoms, I’ve forgotten about anyone else.

River releases his hold completely before lifting me and taking my place on the bench. He quickly settles my back against his chest, hooking my legs on the outside of his thighs. He spreads his knees wide, exposing me to Alex’s hot gaze.

Alex groans as he takes me in. His eyes dart to mine, and what can only be called a sinister grin curves his mouth. He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that leaves us both panting. “So fucking perfect.”

He stands, stepping back, and the air shifting reminds me that I’m nearly naked, stretched, and exposed, but my brain shuts off the second Alex drops to his knees.

He runs his nose along my seam, breathing me in before flattening his tongue against my clit. I jerk, and my knees pull inward, only to be met with River holding them further apart.

I grip the bench, unsure if I’m allowed to touch them yet, and my arms tremble with the force required to keep them in place. I breathe out a sigh of relief when River lifts my hands up and behind me to wrap around the back of his neck. I give a sharp tug of his hair, and his stiff cock bucks into my ass. So I do it again.

His hands are back on my breasts, fingers abusing my nipples while Alex licks me from entrance to clit until I’m squirming between them, barely able to breathe with how taut I’m pulled.

I roll my hips, desperately needing more. I grind back into River while rocking forward, but nothing will touch the ache.

My teeth clench together, air rushing out my nose, biting back my moan when Alex slides two fingers into me. He sucks hard on my clit, and tension radiates out into my back, my limbs, my spine. I just need one more thrust.

Alex and River pull back from me, and I can’t stop my cry at the loss of being so fucking close. A frustrated tear tracks down my cheek, and River catches it with his thumb before thrusting it into my mouth.

He presses my tongue down and grips my jaw, holding me in place.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Alex’s breaths pant over my core as I shake between them, simultaneously hating and loving this.

Alex guides more fingers into me, working them back and forth while sucking on my clit until my world goes white. I tighten around him before my orgasm detonates, sending shards of pleasure through me. I moan loudly around River’s thumb, completely lost to their touch, and revel in the feel of them.

There’s a muffled, distinctly male groan from across from us. Alex smiles and presses a kiss into my stomach. I should feel disgusted, but not a single thing feels wrong about this moment. Whoever it is gets up and escapes the steam room, the open door letting in some much-needed cool air.

“I’ll be right back.” Alex leaves behind the stranger and comes back with a robe. He makes quick work of finishing removing my bathing suit top, and wrapping the robe around me.

Unable to stand on my own, River’s arm bands around my middle as he kisses my temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”