by Decadent
Deke drove as deep into her body as he did her mouth, bracing his hands against her hips for each possessive thrust. She wrapped her legs around him and accepted him even deeper. He slammed into her again . . . again. Writhing, Kimber moaned louder. Blood roared. Hearts drummed. Accelerated. Pounding. Desperate.
Kimber screamed into the kiss. Her body buckled beneath him, and Deke held on with all his might, pumping his way into the tight clasp of her body as it rhythmically squeezed him without mercy.
Then, white-hot light and heat engulfed him, sizzling his whole body. The sweet burn revved from the base of his spine, tingled. His balls were so damn tight, and he held his breath. In the next instant, sublime pleasure exploded through his cock, prying something in his chest wide open, as he erupted inside her, flooding her with passion, semen.
Something that felt suspiciously like love.
EARLY gray morning slanted through the little window to her left. Kimber blinked, looked around the unfamiliar room. An antique bed, an equally old, lovingly cared for dresser, a large, empty rocker in the corner.
Then everything rushed back at her. Louisiana. The bomb. Her father. Jack Cole’s hideaway. And last night . . . Deke deep inside her. Luc watching every moment, urging her on.
After that, she didn’t remember a damn thing.
“Morning,” Luc murmured in her ear.
He cuddled closer, heat pouring off him in a searing rush. Something about the way he greeted her, or the way he curled his arms around her to drag her close, told Kimber that Luc had awakened eager and ready for more than a casual greeting.
“Hi.” She dipped her head shyly.
Crazy to feel any reticence after everything she’d done with and around him.
“Sleep good?” He planted soft butterfly kisses on her neck, across the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breast.
“Hmm. I crashed. You?”
Luc inched closer, so the front of his body was plastered against her side. So the steel length of his erection prodded her hip in a silent question.
“Not so good.”
Really? Luc usually slept good, especially after . . . Oh, but he hadn’t come last night. She’d made love with Deke and fallen asleep.
“I conked out on you, didn’t I? I left you . . .”
“With blue balls?” He smiled, letting her know it was okay.
“I’m sorry.”
With another sultry smile and a flick of his thumb over her slightly sore nipples, he quipped, “Want to make it up to me? That is, if you’re up for it.”
She hesitated, knowing that Luc wanted to make love to her. How did she feel about that? How would Deke feel?
Kimber had known from the beginning that they’d share her. Deke and Luc had never stated otherwise. If their intent had changed, Deke would have thrown his cousin out of the bedroom last night. Right?
But she hesitated. Last night hadn’t been just sex. Even she knew that. Deke had taken her with such feeling and passion . . . and he hadn’t denied loving her. Did that make her exclusively his?
If so, why would Luc be the man lying next to her now, especially when Deke knew that his cousin always woke up in the mood?
Given all that, Kimber doubted the three-way part of their relationship had changed.
Besides, Deke seemed to want him here, almost like a security blanket. If she wanted to lull Deke and encourage him to open up to her, spill his secret, saying no to Luc wasn’t a wise option.
Not that he was a hardship. She might love Deke with everything in her heart, might have even fallen for him when she was seventeen and barely able to process the unruly demands he pushed her body into feeling. But if keeping Luc here somehow enabled Deke to stay with her, it was a small price to pay. Besides, she adored the sexy, sultry chef. His way with words—and his hands—were always sublime.
Kimber wiggled, shifting, testing. “I’m sore, but not too sore. If you’re gentle . . .”
“For you, sweetheart, yes.”
“Um, I need a quick bathroom trip first.” She definitely felt every one of those ten hours of sleep in her very full bladder.
“Of course. I’ll wait. Impatiently,” he teased. “But I’ll wait.”
She dropped a kiss of thanks on his cheek and rolled to her other side, intending to crawl out of bed and across the hall to the little bathroom.
Instead, she encountered Deke.
He was awake now, but he looked sleep-rumpled and tangled in the sheets.
Her heart tripped. “You slept here?”
Deke tensed. “Yes.”
She couldn’t help the smile breaking across her face. “Next to me?”
“Yes.” Because he hadn’t wanted to be parted from her, his gaze said.
A first. Something new. Like . . . he’d given a bit more of himself.
Kimber didn’t stop, didn’t question her urge; she simply hugged him and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. The connection that had forged them into intimacy last night leapt between them again, immediate, strong. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her on top of him, right onto his hearty erection. When he pressed right against her, everything between her legs that had slept all night awoke with a vengeance.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Are you?”
Those blue eyes of his looked stormy, troubled by her question.
She tried to rephrase. “If Luc and I . . . ?”
He cast a quick gaze over at his cousin, now stroking her back. In that flash, she caught hesitation, then resignation. “Yeah. We share. That’s no secret.”
It may not have been a secret, but his acceptance of her doing the wild thing with Luc seemed questionable. She wanted to press Deke further, but nature called—insistently.
While she tossed on her white robe and dashed across the hall to take care of necessities and brush her teeth, she pondered Deke’s reaction. It seemed like he wasn’t sure he wanted to share her, but felt compelled to for some reason she didn’t quite grasp.
She wanted to talk to him. Luc had been convinced that if she could persuade him to make love to her that he’d tell her about his past. But her feminine intuition—and having lived many years with military men— told her it wasn’t going to be that easy. Special Ops types were trained not to divulge classified information under duress or torture. Even at her teasing best, she didn’t think she could get him to break his silence.
Now what? Kimber shook her head. It seemed she had nothing to do but go with the flow and see how everything played out. Not her favorite strategy. The Colonel always preferred a careful plan, but tough times called for tough measures . . .
Storing her toothbrush in the nearly empty drawer again, she dashed across the hall. Luc lay in the middle of the bed like a pasha, waiting for a woman to come pleasure him. It would be easy to imagine him as some sort of desert prince with his long, dark hair, those wicked chocolate eyes with their intriguing tilt. And miles of rippling golden skin.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he murmured, opening his arms to her.
A little ache took up residence in her body—part affection, part stirring of desire. Poignant. She cared about Luc, utterly adored him. Would she ever come to love him with that same wildfire, all-consuming whirl of emotion that seized her when Deke was near?
Hesitantly, she stepped into the room. She felt Deke in the corner, then turned and saw him standing there, watchful, silent.
She reached for his hand. He clasped it in his grip and swallowed.
“Deke, if you don’t want—”
“Luc waited all night for this, for you. He needs you. God knows I’m not touching him.”
Kimber smiled at his attempted humor, but she could tell he was torn by this. Why share her? Duty? Loyalty? She didn’t quite understand.
But she also knew that if she asked him point-blank, he’d never answer.
“Guess it’s up to me, then.”
Releasing Deke’s hand, she climbed up on the bed and gifte
d Luc with a soft kiss of greeting. With the most gentle touch, he palmed the crown of her head, petting his way down to her neck, her shoulder.
“You’re so soft, sweetheart. I’m going to be so careful with you.”
Sweet. That described Luc through and through. She caressed his face. “That sounds wonderful.”
He brought her down for another kiss, this one longer, a more involved exchange of breath, a soft brush of lips, a soft slide of tongues. Minutes later, Kimber lifted her head and realized that, just from his kiss, her heart pounded like a platoon of cadets marching up and down a field. And parts south were already . . . moist.
But something was missing.
She turned to Deke. “Are you joining us?”
Barely an instant passed before he took two huge, ground-eating steps forward and bounded onto the bed beside her.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Deke pushed her to her back and covered her mouth in a ravaging kiss like a starburst—fiery, intense, quick. Then he turned her to face Luc, tore the sheet away, and urged her toward his cousin’s cock.
“Suck him. Gently. It’s a tease. Don’t let him come.”
Expressionless, his face like granite, Deke barked the order. Kimber really wanted to pursue the reasons for his insistence and reticence, but he wouldn’t talk now, and she knew it. Besides, she wanted to keep Luc on her side, which meant keeping him happy. And okay, being honest . . . Deke had her heart completely, but she’d bet money that Luc was stunning in the sack.
Still, she wasn’t about to let Deke do this reluctantly. She wanted him fully committed to touching her.
“And what are you going to do?” she challenged, swiping her tongue across her lip.
“Last night, Luc brought you within an inch of your sanity before I fucked you. You’re going to repay the favor.”
Before Kimber could reply, Deke gave her a nudge on the back. Luc slid his hand into her hair and lured her down, lowering her to his waiting cock.
After overhearing Ryan and Jesse discussing the merits of a great blow job, Kimber had a little more fuel to add to the fire with Luc.
Smiling, she skimmed her fingers up the insides of his thighs, slowly creeping her way toward his balls. He moaned as she fitted a hand under his testicles, lifted and cupped them. Gently rubbing her thumb across the soft surface, she turned her attention to the stiff length of his erection. Large. No denying the man had size. In that, it was clear that Deke and Luc were related. And wow, was he ever hard. The head was so engorged it looked like a plum, all purple and delicious.
Using just the tip, Kimber ran her tongue up his length, from base to crown, laving her way around the glans, finding a sensitive spot on the underside that made him gasp. Meanwhile, she found the sensitive, baby-smooth skin just beneath his balls and press-rubbed.
Luc gasped and nearly came out of his skin. “Holy . . .”
As he tried to hold back, she sensed Deke watching the show over her shoulder. To test her theory, she flicked her tongue along the length of Luc’s cock, and Deke’s hands on her tightened.
Finally, he set her on her knees, ripped off the robe and blanketed her back with his body. Naked body. Impossible to miss the iron-slabbed chest on her back and the bare erection pressing against her ass.
“Kimber, sweetheart . . .” Beneath her, Luc lifted his hips to her teasing tongue. “Put your mouth on me.”
“Soon,” she taunted, pressing kisses to his belly, drizzling her fingertips along his thighs, across his hips. On his abdomen, she traced the outline of his cock with her tongue.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “You really are going to try to pay me back for last night.”
It wasn’t a question; he knew the answer. Kimber gave Luc credit for lots of smarts.
Still, she played dumb. “What? Deke said to tease you.”
She skimmed her fingertip up the length of his shaft with all the pressure of a whisper. He gnashed his teeth and tried to hold back.
“Damn it, not to the point of insanity.”
“Oh, you need to come?” she asked, backing away.
“It would be nice,” he gritted out.
“I’m sure. But since you nearly brought me to climax eight times before denying me, that makes me cranky and you fair game. And you’ve got seven more frustrating cooldowns coming your way.”
With those words, Luc came out of his sensual haze and opened his eyes. Dark, hungry, endless, his stare focused on her and promised payback if she continued down this path.
Hadn’t he already treated her to his torturous worst? That wicked stare said no. Kimber shivered.
Luc threaded his hands in her hair and grabbed a fistful. “You don’t want to taunt me, sweetheart. I can’t be gentle if you do that.”
Behind him, Deke concurred, guiding her down again. “Just suck him deep. I’ll tell you when to stop. If you quit too soon, you’ll find out Luc is a pussycat compared to me when it comes to denying your orgasm.”
Kimber didn’t doubt for a moment that Deke could make good on that threat.
Licking her lips, she sent a sultry stare Luc’s way and sucked his cock inside her mouth, all the way to her throat.
Stuck somewhere between placated and aroused, Luc settled in with groans and whispered encouragement. She was gratified when a film of perspiration broke out across his chest, and he began to fuck her mouth with measured lunges of his hips.
Damn, the man was simply delicious.
But Deke wasn’t content to watch. At all.
Still behind her, he covered her back with his chest and fondled her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gently twisting. His hot breath on her neck made her shiver.
Then he started to speak. “Keep sucking him and feel me . . . here.”
Here turned out to be a wide palm covering her sex, the heel of his palm pressing right onto her clit. Her sex cramped with desire. Immediately she went from moist to dripping.
With insistent hands, he spread her knees wider, and his fingers went to work.
“I can press you hard and nearly get you off,” Deke growled in her ear, “but the trick with you is a varied touch. A firm circle around your clit, then a soft swipe of my finger just barely over the top, so light you wonder if you imagined it. Right?” He demonstrated as he spoke. At her whimper, he continued on. “Then between two fingers, I’m going to trap this sweet little thing and rub the sides.”
And he did. Kimber gasped. A totally new sensation converged as he trapped her clit between his index and middle fingers and stroked the sides in a friction-filled slide that ignited her all over.
“Now I’ll start at the beginning again and throw in lots of contact with the rest of that hot, dripping pussy . . . but not enough to get you off.”
In the next three minutes, he proved how deadly effective his technique was. With a cry, she squirmed each time he changed the touch. Every time she knew she was a stroke or two shy of coming, he’d change his approach, let his fingers wander elsewhere—drive her insane.
The more aroused Kimber felt, the more voracious she was with Luc’s cock. She moaned around his thick erection, swiping her tongue across the fat head, curling her fingers around the base and squeezing up. Then she teased the underside of his balls, traced her finger around the crown, rubbed her nipples across the surface.
“Damn, sweetheart . . .” Luc looked both sweaty and speechless. “Where the hell did you learn all that?”
Kimber didn’t answer that. No point. Besides, she didn’t want to stop licking every delicious inch of Luc.
The sexy chef drew in a bracing breath. “No more teasing. I can’t take it.”
It was up to her to show him differently.
But Deke moved his hands again, changed the pressure of his touch, this time right across the ultrasensitive knot of her clit. A slow skim of flesh on flesh brought her closer to the edge than ever. A pass over the top, then another, then a third. Oh . .
. The pleasure grew so intense, it damn near broke her apart. Now close to a thunderous orgasm, she gasped and jerked—and lost her grip on Luc’s cock.
As she did, Deke eased off his electrifying touches, and tears of frustration—of need—seeped from the corner of her eyes.
“No!” she wailed.
“Yes,” Luc countered, thrusting a gentle but insistent fist into her hair and forcing her to meet the hunger in his stare. “I can’t wait to feel you around me when you come.”
He gripped her hips and pulled her toward him, yanking her from Deke’s grip, and straddled her right over his waiting erection.
As Luc pulled her down, he arched his hips. In he slid, up, up, up. And suddenly, Kimber was filled to the brim with his incredibly hard flesh.
Long and loud, he groaned. And still he kept tunneling into her, steady and deep until she swore she could feel him at her tonsils. Sex this way definitely maximized the penetration, nearly to the point of pain.
Above him, she whimpered, tensed, her thighs tightening to stop him from sinking inside anymore. They both came to her rescue.
Easing her back up his shaft, Luc murmured, “Painful?”
She gave him a shaky nod. “A little.”
Behind her, Deke urged her back down onto Luc’s cock with a line of teasing kisses across her shoulder. “Just a little. Just at first. You can take him, kitten. Take all of him. I want to watch you come.”
Before she could even answer, his fingers delved back into her wet folds, honing in on her begging clit.
Luc pressed home. Deke pressed her hot button. Kimber’s cry became a moan as Luc ground against a sensitive spot deep inside her. Deke teased with a flick of his fingers. They shoved her closer to heaven . . . before they both withdrew like some perfectly synchronized stunt show.
“Harder. Now. More!”
Gritting his teeth, Luc entered her again, slowly filling her, a torturous drag of the head of his cock over her G-spot. Deke took his time stroking slow circles over the one spot guaranteed to send her reeling, soaring.
Sizzle became burn. Pressure became an unrelenting ache. It all gathered, centered, concentrated. Kimber gasped, clutching Luc’s shoulders for support and so thankful for Deke’s anchoring arm around her waist as the sensations took her breathlessly upward.