The sensations matched those he’d incited before, but felt more intense. Kimber filled with need, as if she’d never come at all. Only this time, the pleasure was stronger. Her body was primed, his mouth determined, and his will iron. She would come for him again. He would not take no for an answer.And she watched, the visual of him feasting on her aroused her nearly as much as his actual touch. Within moments, the question of whether she’d come again ceased to be, morphing into a question of when. Kimber knew from her tensing body, the thickening pleasure, the way her legs spread wider all on her own, inviting Deke in deeper, that the when would be soon.“Her taste?” Luc asked his cousin against the underside of her breast before he dragged her nipple into his mouth for a long, sensual suckle.Kimber’s breathing climbed, hitched.“Fucking sweet,” Deke muttered, lapping at her again like a treat. “Christ!” Elation soared at his words. He approved. No, he enjoyed. His rough voice and u
She felt exquisite and tasted better. But she’d had all the excitement she could handle for one evening.And she’d called Deke’s name out in her passion. Not his. Deke’s.Swallowing a boulder-sized lump of envy, Luc reminded himself it was all for a good cause and turned to gaze up at his cousin.Deke stood frozen over Kimber’s prone body, half-hard cock in his fist, satisfaction relaxing his features. He let go of himself on a long sigh, his shoulders falling, his breathing returning to normal, his eyes damn near rolling into the back of his head. Still, he stared at her.He’d come—hard—holding nothing back, which was unusual in itself. But if Kimber could do that to Deke without his dick actually being somewhere inside her, Luc could only imagine the fireworks that would ensue if Deke allowed himself to make love to her. To admit that Kimber was more than a play toy. To confess that this woman mattered to him. And she did. Luc could see that all over his cousin’s face.“What the fuc
“Neither.”Something of a nonanswer. And damn it, Luc’s face gave away nothing. All of Kimber’s pleading… Luc hadn’t been working his way inside of Kimber when he’d peeked in on them— but he also hadn’t stayed for the grand finale. Had he…?“You didn’t fuck her.” Deke stated his question as fact, hoping that could somehow make it true.“What’s eating you?” Luc asked. “If you want her this morning, she’s all soft and rumpled and wet. And she’s still in bed. Go. I’ll babysit the coffee.”Deke hesitated. Show that he could resist or march down the hall—by himself—and get as much of Kimber as Luc had? If he could, he’d take even more.He’d take everything.The coffeemaker beeped, and Luc extracted the fresh pot off the burner and poured a cup, wearing a faint smile, as he knew exactly the options Deke was weighing.This game playing was bullshit, and he didn’t want to be on either team.“Fuck! This isn’t going to work. Kimber has to go.”“Keep your voice down or she’ll hear you,” Luc gra
Defensive and closed. Those were the best words to describe Deke. Oh, the offense came through, but that was his defense. He wasn’t just morning crabby; she knew him well enough to know that he liked mornings. He hadn’t been troubled by anything last night. He hadn’t been troubled until he’d gotten a firsthand taste of how feminine she wasn’t.His instinct had been to refuse her request. Now he was probably kicking himself for letting her and Luc manipulate him into this arrangement. He was probably thinking it was going to be the longest two weeks of his life. Her brothers often congratulated her on being one of the few females they knew who could contain their emotions, but the unruly things snapped up and bit her now. And she felt wretched. Hurt. She hated it.“Fine. I’ve got nothing to say, either. Be an asshole. As long as you’re a good tutor, I don’t care.”Kimber stood and waltzed past Deke, toward the exit.He grabbed her arm and pulled her down damn near into his lap. “Kitten
The look she shot him over her shoulder, of hot curiosity, of naughty anticipation, just about unraveled Luc. Damn, simmering under that seemingly straightforward surface lurked a tease. A vixen. He’d bet if they gave her a little control in the bedroom, she’d come out and play.“Now!” Deke demanded.“Say please,” she taunted.Luc couldn’t quite hold in a laugh. Apparently, she already got the idea that when she held a man in her palm, the promise of her mouth ripe in his fevered mind, she had all the power.“Fuck!”“Wrong word…” Kimber shot him a kittenish smile.Deke swallowed. His fists tightened at his sides as he drew in a bracing breath.“Please.”The word sounded gritty and unused. But it worked for Kimber. Slanting one last challenging glance up at Deke, she put her hands on his hips and leaned in.Tilting around her, Luc watched with both raging need and envy as Deke’s cock entered her mouth, cushioned by her slick tongue. He slid in, more and more of his length disappearing
Her tears last night… God, listening to her cry in Luc’s arms had nearly done him in. Luc had soothed her, whispered to her. Those soft sobs and torn breaths had eaten at Deke, gnawing on his resolve. He wanted to be the one to comfort her.Dangerous want. If he’d held her, caressed her last night, he would have ended up making love to her. Not fucking her. The kind of sweet, soft loving meant to reassure. The kind that would bond them together. For her sake and his sanity, he’d resisted.First jealousy, now this. What the hell was wrong with him?Kimber drew in a bracing breath. “After yesterday morning and last night, I can’t stay. You don’t want me here, and I know why. Thanks for the help you’ve given me. I’ll get my things and be gone by ten.”What the…? Gone by ten. Her words should have been a relief, but Kimber was a fighter. Why would she suddenly concede and retreat? And why did the thought of her leaving take a gash out of something inside him that felt suspiciously like hi
“Kimber!” A voice bellowed. Then she heard stomping in the rest of the house.A bolt of gladness and relief struck her. “Deke?” She had only to say his name once and he appeared in the doorframe, filling the space with his massive shoulders and huge presence. His breath rose and fell in heavy, angry pants. He swayed on his feet. Those blue eyes of his zeroed in on her wrapped in Luc’s arms. They stripped her clothes off with a glance. Immediately, her nipples beaded. She swallowed.“You’re drunk,” Luc bit out in disapproval beside her.“I wish. But not for lack of trying. If I was, I could have drowned out all desire to touch her.” Deke pinned Kimber to the sofa with a hot stare. “Then I could have passed out into oblivion without needing to feel her around my cock.” Kimber’s stomach clenched at his words. So did her sex. Why did this man get to her, despite being so dangerous and difficult, so angry? Luc was gentle and understanding, charming, seductive, talented. The desire he rouse
For a moment, Luc just stared, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of her smile or what to do first. She took the decision out of his hands. An odd bravery, feminine resolution—pure need to tempt Deke—flowed through her as she reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, completely baring herself to Luc. Deke got a great side view. Then she pinched her nipples, ensuring they were hard. “I’m more than ready.” She hoped those husky words went straight to Deke’s cock. They sure went to Luc’s. Staggered by them, he sank to his knees. “Stay on the sofa.” Casting a challenging glance Deke’s way, Kimber wriggled, rolling her hips and making a great show of getting comfortable. Then she primly crossed her legs, imitating her best ladylike posture, and wasn’t it lucky for her that the pose thrust her breasts right into Luc’s face? Yanking out the elastic band restraining his midnight hair, Luc tossed it on the table. Waves of inky hair fell around his strong face. His shirt ca