by Vivian Arend
Boy oh boy, this was kinkier than anything they’d done to date. Pepper widened her stance and upped the ante, placing her hands behind her and linking her fingers together. The position pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward, placing them on display behind her pale pink bra.
“How’s this?” She breathed out the words slowly, but she already knew the answer. As soon as she had moved to follow his directions he’d gotten that expression. The one that said she was going to be a very happy girl, very soon.
Jack marched across the room, cupping her chin so he could kiss her breathless. Her lips were swollen by the time he broke away and turned without a backward glance to answer the door.
Pepper used the moment to try to calm her breathing. She shouldn’t have bothered, because the instant Jack pulled the door open nothing worked properly anymore. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move. Her heart was the only thing still going, and that was pounding hard enough to shake her entire body.
Her gaze met the incredible gray of Dean Colter’s eyes, and just like weeks earlier, she was unable to protest, especially since Jack ushered him into the room.
She’d been ordered to stay motionless, but that was damn near impossible as every inch of her body was suddenly electrified with energy. It was one thing to think about pushing her boundaries, but this…
“Jack?”
He didn’t say anything as he made his way back to her side. Dean stood near the door, his hands gripping the front of his jacket as if waiting for some sign.
Then Jack was there, his hands pressed to the sides of Pepper’s face as he stared intently into her eyes. He hesitated for a moment before that sexy smile of his broke free. “This is your choice, baby. You say the word and Dean is out of here, and we’ll never speak of it again. But if you want your fantasy, it’s here. You can have it.”
The electric sensation tingling over her had centered on her spine. It was the only thing still holding her vertical. “My fantasy?”
“You know what I’m talking about. I saw the way you looked that day when you told me your threesome attempt wasn’t worth trying again. And I’m telling you even though this is only going to happen once, I want you to have a shot. I want to rock your world like no one’s ever done before, so if you trust us, Dean and me, you can have anything you want tonight. Anything, and it’s yours.”
Pepper was sure the air in the room contained some kind of intoxicant. She was so lightheaded from breathing she couldn’t imagine what it would be like when…
She glanced over Jack’s shoulder at Dean. He was watching them cautiously, his entire body in that alert and ready-for-anything stance all military guys seemed to have built into them. Only he was smiling as well, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips as his gaze dropped over her nearly naked body. The signs of his arousal were clear in the thickening length crowding the front of his jeans.
She spoke quietly, loud enough for only Jack to hear. “This isn’t going to make things weird between you and Dean, is it?”
“Just going to make him jealous as hell that I get to have you every night after this, and he only gets one taste.”
Instant shiver. “What kind of taste?”
She must’ve spoken louder than she’d thought because Dean’s eyes sparked with interest as he stepped out of his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. He tossed it over the back of a nearby chair. “You heard Jack. Anything you want.”
Too many images were flashing through her brain to concentrate on anything. She should have felt something as Dean crossed the room to her side. Suddenly she was standing between two dangerously gorgeous men while wearing nothing but see-through underwear, and the only thing she could think?
“Hot diggity dog.” She faced Jack again, shoving her fingers into his hair and pressing their mouths together for another explosive kiss. Whatever happened over the next hour or more, she knew only one thing. She stole her lips away from his, leaning their foreheads together intimately. “I want it all. I mean, I think I want it all. But I trust you. I trust Dean, too, but I don’t know what to do. So do whatever you want. I know you’ll make it good.”
That steely glint returned to his eyes. “I’m in charge.”
She snickered in spite of her excitement. “Yes, that’s the illusion I grant you on a regular basis.”
Dean laughed, the masculine tone reminding her there was a third person in the room. It was strange, and so freaking erotic Pepper was worried she was going to soak through her underwear and leave a puddle on the carpet where she stood.
Then it wasn’t just his voice touching her, but his hand. Dean caressed her shoulder, his fingers tickling down the side of her arm as Jack carefully examined her reaction.
“You like it when he touches you?”
“Yes.” Goosebumps were rising ahead of Dean’s touch, every inch of her skin completely and vibrantly awake.
“Good.” Jack backed away, watching for a moment before retrieving the gym bag from where it’d been abandoned. As he carried it to the coffee table and unzipped it, Dean continued to caress her. The mere ghost of a touch across her shoulder blades, along the dip of her waist, his palms ever so gentle over the bare skin at her hips and buttocks.
“I think it’s time you got naked,” Dean murmured. “What do you think?”
She was too turned on to answer, so she settled for a shaky nod.
Expert fingers undid her bra, straps nudged aside until they slipped from her body, the material falling from her to lie at her feet. Dean followed up immediately by tugging down the sides of her thong, holding her hand to support her as she stepped out from the scrap of fabric.
“Sweet mother of God, the carpet and the drapes match.”
Dean’s husky admiration made Pepper laugh, thankful all over for the night at the spa. She knew she looked good. Ready for anything, and man, oh man, this was anything.
His breath was warm on her back, and then the room was filled with the scent of the tropics. Floral aromas wafted up from where Jack had opened a couple of containers and placed them on the table.
He lifted his chin as if in challenge. “Wasn’t lying about checking these rooms. We’re putting out gift baskets. You get to approve the suppliers we selected.”
“Body creams?”
Dean’s hand slipped from her hip over her belly in a determined course. “And other things.”
Then Jack was there, his hands on her breasts, plumping them in his palms, squeezing and rubbing as he moved his thumbs into position over her nipples. He dipped his head to take one into his mouth, and Pepper sighed contentedly before a gasp was pulled from her sharply.
Dean’s hand had centered between her legs, his fingers delicately opening her sex to slip through her folds. Using the moisture there to pull up to her clit, he teased with tight circles over her most sensitive spot.
“Holy cannoli, this feels incredible.” She breathed out slowly, working to keep vertical. The caresses weren’t so different from what Jack had done before, multitalented man that he was, but there was an entirely different element to it. Jack continued to nip and suck, using his tongue and teeth then closing his lips around her and drawing tight until the sensation sang through her entire body.
“About to feel even better, baby,” Dean drawled.
His hand vanished only to be replaced a second later with hot, wet pleasure.
Pepper’s eyes flew open to discover him kneeling between her legs, hands holding her open so he could lash his tongue over her clit.
She was shaking now, the pleasure rippling through her body making her legs unsteady. She caught hold of Jack’s shoulders, the crisp fabric of his shirt a cool contrast with the heated skin at his neckline.
She closed her eyes to better take in every sensation, every touch. Dean murmured happily, his hands skimming up her hips and around her butt as he moved her over him more firmly. Alternating his tongue between darting deep into her pussy and tormenting her clit.
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Pleasure hovered like a live wire, just barely out of reach. “Oh my God, I’m going to come in like three seconds flat.”
Jack’s approval was clear as he went to work nibbling on the erogenous zone on her neck, his fingers expertly teasing her nipples. “Come now. Come later. You get everything tonight.”
True, which meant there was no use fighting the violent need raking through her. Dean had taken charge of her clit as if he were prepared to work it without a pause for the next millennium, and with the attention to her breasts, and the sucking on her neck…
She clamped her teeth together to stop from screaming, but she still made enough noise to wake the dead as the tension in her core slammed up and broke apart, twisting through her like a miniature tornado and leaving her desperate for oxygen.
Jack caught her to his side as she shook, Dean still hungrily lapping until she reached down and shoved his head away, sucking for air like a deep-water diver.
“Move, bro,” Jack ordered. “Take it to the bedroom.”
“You expect me to walk?” Pepper complained, but she shouldn’t have bothered. Dean simply picked her up in his arms and marched the short distance into the adjoining bedroom.
He laid her on the quilted cover with damn near reverence in his touch, his gray eyes dancing with laughter and a hell of a lot of heat. “No wonder I can’t convince Jack to come out with me anymore. You’re fucking delicious, woman.”
“I didn’t hear her scream,” Jack pointed out. “Looks like you’ve lost a bit of your touch.”
“I didn’t want her to pass out and miss all the really fun stuff,” Dean said as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.
Screw that. She got this one time to experience her fantasy? She was taking it all. Her arms shot up to snake around Dean’s neck as she tugged him down, joining their lips in a brief invitation.
He accepted the challenge, damn near blowing her mind as he ravished her lips, tugging her higher on the mattress and crawling over her. His clothed body over her naked one was an erotically sensual tease, and she wiggled to enjoy it more fully. The soft cambric fabric of his shirt glided over her breasts, the coarser material of his jeans plus the heavy erection behind his zipper bumping her mound and driving her wild.
“I want to touch you,” she blurted in frustration, her hands clawing at the pesky clothing serving as a barrier between them.
“Soon,” he promised. Then he rolled off, and the mattress swayed as Jack took his place.
Amazing man. In the last ten seconds he’d stripped, and with every stitch of clothing gone, it was a naked man who pinned her to the mattress. The dusting of hair on his chest teased her nipples, the familiar weight of his cock trapped between their bellies as he lowered himself carefully, allowing his body to press her to the bed as he kissed her.
Oh yeah, she liked that as well.
Only he rolled, and she ended up on top, the air conditioning in the room cool on her skin.
She smiled down at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” A brow cocked up. “So you want to touch Dean, huh?”
She hesitated for a beat, worried that might be off-limits, but Jack’s expression conveyed nothing but heat and humor. “May I?”
A grin lifted his lips. “So polite. Who are you and what have you done to Pepper Wilson?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me for trying to figure out the rules—”
“Only one rule,” he interrupted, his voice husky. “We do whatever you want. So if you want to put your hands all over our boy Dean, then that’s what’s gonna happen. Turn around, Candy Cane.”
She twisted her head, gasping when she discovered that Dean had stripped during her and Jack’s conversation. A virtual cornucopia of muscular man flesh assaulted her vision, so many yummy details to appreciate that her gaze went frantic trying to soak it all in.
“Sweet mother of Mercy, I’ve been a good girl all my life, I have,” Pepper swore, staring at Dean’s broad, golden chest. “To deserve such wonders.”
“Dean? He’s not much of a wonder,” Jack teased.
“His tongue should be enshrined,” she insisted. “And Lord Almighty, I love the ink. I really do.”
Dean traced the tattoo over his left pec with one long finger, the faintest dusting of dark hair like a shadow over his skin. She followed the path of his fingertips, shivering when it swept over the Rangers banner before sliding up above it, where a majestic wolf was captured mid-pounce, as wild and dangerous as the man wearing the ink.
Pepper was tempted to make Jack roll over so she could admire his tattoo at the same time, that same waving military banner, only his deadly predator was a tiger. Her brother’s lion was the third in the set, and she wondered if the three men had gotten them done on the same day.
“I want to get a tattoo sometime, too,” she confessed.
Dean grinned as he stepped closer to the bed. “You’d better ask me to help you with that. Jack? Doesn’t do tattoo parlors very well.”
“Shut up, Dean,” Jack ordered.
That earned him a rumble of laughter. “Oh, I plan on telling her the whole story, bro. Not tonight, though. Right now, I’m waiting for Pepper to put those beautiful hands all over me.”
Pepper’s breath hitched as she caught the smoldering gleam in his eyes.
“Don’t keep the man waiting.”
Jack’s taunt hung in the air, prompting her to slide off his lap and crawl to the edge of the bed where Dean stood. She rose on her knees and pressed her palms to his chest, shivering at the hard, rippled muscles beneath her touch.
“You’re shredded like a Ninja Turtle,” she breathed.
Another laugh broke free, making those gray eyes sparkle. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“He doesn’t need to be showered with compliments,” came Jack’s gruff voice. “Touch his cock, Pepper.”
Her pulse sped up. Lord. She never would’ve dreamed she’d hear those words coming out of Jack’s mouth. He was a bossy alpha caveman to the core. He didn’t like to share, and yet tonight he was giving new meaning to the phrase sharing is caring. That he cared about her enough to make this fantasy come true…she couldn’t even wrap her head around it.
So she didn’t try to. She just wrapped her fingers around Dean’s cock instead.
He hissed in pleasure. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want.”
Her gaze locked with Dean’s as she stroked his weighty erection, watching his expression to see what he liked.
“Faster,” Jack ordered. “And harder. Dean likes it hard and fast.”
She turned around to see Jack stroking his own cock with one large fist, his face taut with intensity as he eyed the scene in front of him.
“How do you know what he likes?” she challenged. “Given him a lot of handjobs, have you, Jackjack?”
Brown eyes gleamed at her. “Would it turn you on if I said yes?”
A rush of moisture flooded her core, and both men must have noticed the way she squirmed and clenched her thighs together, because they chuckled.
“Told ya, bro,” Dean said. “Every woman fantasizes about it.”
As Jack let out a rueful sigh, Pepper turned her attention back to Dean. Ignoring the relentless pressure between her legs, she scooted lower and brought the tip of his cock to her lips, her tongue darting out for a fleeting taste.
The answering male groan made her ego swell. “That’s it,” Dean mumbled in encouragement. “Tease me a bit.”
She couldn’t have denied him even if she’d tried. She was too desperate to explore, too eager to summon another one of those raspy groans from his mouth. As she dragged her tongue along the hard length of his shaft, she heard Jack’s ragged breathing from behind them, his tortured moan as she took Dean fully into her mouth and sucked.
Holy Dolly Parton. She couldn’t believe she was sucking Dean off while Jack watched. She never wanted to stop, but Dean only allowed her a few more languid licks before he thrust a h
and in her hair and yanked her off him.
“Climb on top of Jack again,” he commanded.
“I wasn’t finished,” she grumbled.
“Well, I almost was, and trust me, as sexy as your mouth is, there are more enticing places for me to come.”
A thrill shot up her spine and closed up her throat. Without delay, she scrambled back onto Jack’s lap, her thighs quivering as she straddled him.
“Did you like having his cock in your mouth?” Jack peered up at her, searing her flesh with his gaze.
She drew a deep breath, then nodded.
“You wanted to swallow his come, didn’t you? You wanted to taste him.”
The filthy words seized her lungs, trapping the oxygen she’d just inhaled.
Jack chuckled softly. “I’ll let you taste him later, Candy Cane. Right now I’ve got something else in mind.”
The mattress swayed as Dean joined them, and Pepper was too distracted to ask what he meant, too busy taking in every inch she could see, not only of Dean beside her but Jack beneath her. Muscular curves and dangerous strength surrounded her.
Dean cleared his throat. “Still game for more?” he asked her.
That shiver struck again—the one that made every inch of her hot and bothered. Jack watched her carefully, and he was the one who answered Dean’s question.
“She’s game for more.” He brushed his fingertips over her thigh in a fleeting caress. “Lean forward.”
With a shaky exhalation, Pepper followed his directions, the position making it all too clear what they had in mind. “Okay, I’m suddenly a little nervous.”
Dean pressed against her back, every muscular inch sealing her tight to Jack. “I’ll go slow, I promise. Jack said you guys have done this before.”
She nodded. “Now I know why he seems to have such an obsession with my ass lately.”
“Hmmm.” Dean moved back, weaving his hands over her hips carefully before sliding a finger between her cheeks. “He probably has an obsession because you’ve got an amazing ass.”
“It’s a freaking amazing ass,” Jack agreed.