thighs for him, then slide his fingers into the slick haven of her pussy to feel her tight walls close around him like paradise.
Deke’s gut clenched. Doing squats while his cock was hard enough to pound nails wasn’t happening. Especially when Kimber’s sighs suddenly became cries.
Shayla Black Decadent Fuck this . He stripped off his sweat-drenched clothes and headed for a cold shower. Ten minutes alone in the Italian-tiled box with water just shy of freezing and a healthy lather perfumed with Luc’s fussy scented soap only pissed him off more.
Growling, Deke stepped out, praying they be done in their quest for a morning orgasm by now. He hadn’t even finished toweling off the beaded moisture on his chest and abs when he heard Kimber cry out in a sound lush, sensual, tortured.
Pleading.
Well, hell. There went all the benefits of a cold shower . Deke finished drying off, concentrating on the pattern of the Venetian plaster wall. But he couldn’t block out the sexual sounds of the pleasure Luc was giving Kimber.
The door between the bathroom and Luc’s adjoining bedroom was ajar, and Kimber’s needy moans invaded mercilessly. First breathy, then keening. She was 91
getting close.
“Please, Luc…”
Fuck. And that’s exactly what he wanted to do to her, settle right between her sweet thighs and be the first one to sink deep inside her. That wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t want that; he couldn’t let it happen.
But you can join them. Damn if he wasn’t sorely tempted. He had every right. Full and equal sharing; he and Luc had agreed to it over a decade ago, and they’d never wavered. So why was he begrudging Luc his oneon- one pleasure with Kimber?
He’d never minded this before. And why turn down the chance to join in this morning?
Kimber Edgington was too tempting, too sweet and responsive. Too innocent and vulnerable. Too dangerous for his peace of mind. Too…everything he’d wanted for Shayla Black Decadent years. If he marched in Luc’s room, all naked and demanding, he’d get sucked into her allure and start drowning. Last night, the urge to spread her legs, settle between them, and claim her had beat at him relentlessly. If anything, that urge had grown, like some freaking weed in a perfectly manicured garden. He had to get control of it before it took over. Before he touched her again and lost control and did something crazy and irrevocable. Fatal.
Snarling, Deke reached for sweat shorts and a T-shirt, then tossed them on over his unrelenting morning erection. Coffee. He needed it now.
He started down the hall, then faltered as he passed Luc’s room. The sight of them punched him like a battering ram to the gut. Luc with his dark head bent in the crook of her neck, his long hair trailing over her porcelain pale shoulders and breasts. His artistic fingers toyed between her spread thighs. From Deke’s viewpoint, Kimber’s arousal was obvious, considering her slick, swollen, nearly red 92
folds.
“I’m dying to make you scream,” Luc murmured. “Once you ache so badly you’re ready to beg.”
“Luc, now. Please.” She groaned and clutched her fingers in his hair. “Please!”
“Soon, sweetheart. Let it build.”
Her head thrashed from side to side. “Can’t take more.” Kimber’s pleading clawed at Deke’s gut.
“You can. A little more…”
Luc withdrew his fingers from her wet, swollen pussy to caress her thighs, her abdomen—and ignoring her hips when she thrust them his way. Deke couldn’t Shayla Black Decadent ignore it. Wouldn’t. He took a step into the room, hand pushing at his sweat shorts, shoving them down to his hips, intent, savage with hunger.
Fuck her. He needed to—had to get inside her and sink deep. Be the first one.
Now.
“Luc…touch me.”
Her throaty cry seared Deke, bringing him out of his daze of desire. She’d asked for his cousin to touch her, not for him to fuck her. Holy shit. What was he thinking?
Nothing he should be
Deke’s gut clenched. Doing squats while his cock was hard enough to pound nails wasn’t happening. Especially when Kimber’s sighs suddenly became cries.
Shayla Black Decadent Fuck this . He stripped off his sweat-drenched clothes and headed for a cold shower. Ten minutes alone in the Italian-tiled box with water just shy of freezing and a healthy lather perfumed with Luc’s fussy scented soap only pissed him off more.
Growling, Deke stepped out, praying they be done in their quest for a morning orgasm by now. He hadn’t even finished toweling off the beaded moisture on his chest and abs when he heard Kimber cry out in a sound lush, sensual, tortured.
Pleading.
Well, hell. There went all the benefits of a cold shower . Deke finished drying off, concentrating on the pattern of the Venetian plaster wall. But he couldn’t block out the sexual sounds of the pleasure Luc was giving Kimber.
The door between the bathroom and Luc’s adjoining bedroom was ajar, and Kimber’s needy moans invaded mercilessly. First breathy, then keening. She was 91
getting close.
“Please, Luc…”
Fuck. And that’s exactly what he wanted to do to her, settle right between her sweet thighs and be the first one to sink deep inside her. That wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t want that; he couldn’t let it happen.
But you can join them. Damn if he wasn’t sorely tempted. He had every right. Full and equal sharing; he and Luc had agreed to it over a decade ago, and they’d never wavered. So why was he begrudging Luc his oneon- one pleasure with Kimber?
He’d never minded this before. And why turn down the chance to join in this morning?
Kimber Edgington was too tempting, too sweet and responsive. Too innocent and vulnerable. Too dangerous for his peace of mind. Too…everything he’d wanted for Shayla Black Decadent years. If he marched in Luc’s room, all naked and demanding, he’d get sucked into her allure and start drowning. Last night, the urge to spread her legs, settle between them, and claim her had beat at him relentlessly. If anything, that urge had grown, like some freaking weed in a perfectly manicured garden. He had to get control of it before it took over. Before he touched her again and lost control and did something crazy and irrevocable. Fatal.
Snarling, Deke reached for sweat shorts and a T-shirt, then tossed them on over his unrelenting morning erection. Coffee. He needed it now.
He started down the hall, then faltered as he passed Luc’s room. The sight of them punched him like a battering ram to the gut. Luc with his dark head bent in the crook of her neck, his long hair trailing over her porcelain pale shoulders and breasts. His artistic fingers toyed between her spread thighs. From Deke’s viewpoint, Kimber’s arousal was obvious, considering her slick, swollen, nearly red 92
folds.
“I’m dying to make you scream,” Luc murmured. “Once you ache so badly you’re ready to beg.”
“Luc, now. Please.” She groaned and clutched her fingers in his hair. “Please!”
“Soon, sweetheart. Let it build.”
Her head thrashed from side to side. “Can’t take more.” Kimber’s pleading clawed at Deke’s gut.
“You can. A little more…”
Luc withdrew his fingers from her wet, swollen pussy to caress her thighs, her abdomen—and ignoring her hips when she thrust them his way. Deke couldn’t Shayla Black Decadent ignore it. Wouldn’t. He took a step into the room, hand pushing at his sweat shorts, shoving them down to his hips, intent, savage with hunger.
Fuck her. He needed to—had to get inside her and sink deep. Be the first one.
Now.
“Luc…touch me.”
Her throaty cry seared Deke, bringing him out of his daze of desire. She’d asked for his cousin to touch her, not for him to fuck her. Holy shit. What was he thinking?
Nothing he should be
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