thinking. In fact, he shouldn’t be here, wanting to be inside her. Claiming her. Worse, hoarding her and taking her from the man whose name she called. Only bad things would happen if he had sex with Kimber. He’d taken a virgin before and knew that for a fact.
93
Deke yanked up his shorts, turned, and stalked down the hall, barely holding in an ugly curse. Two weeks with Kimber here… He’d never last without fucking her, without destroying her.
The kitchen tile slapped cool against his bare feet as he entered the room and grabbed the coffee beans from the pantry. He glanced at the bag. Chocolate caramel truffle. Pansy-ass flavored coffee. Whatever happened to just coffee? He slammed the pantry door.
Tossing the bag on the counter next to the coffeemaker, Deke paused.
“Luc!”
Another plea from Kimber. Hell . He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a ragged breath.
Shayla Black Decadent A moment later, he flipped open the coffeemaker’s lid; it cracked and popped off, making a plastic crunch sound that couldn’t be good. Then the damn thing tumbled to the floor.
Cursing again, Deke grabbed the edge of the counter. Every muscle in his body was tense, all the way from his brows slashing down over narrowed eyes to his toes curled into the Italian slate beneath them.
Get your shit together , he castigated himself and fit the lid back on the coffeemaker, filled it with grounds and water, then flipped the on switch.
At the same time, Luc apparently flipped Kimber’s switch.
“Oh, Luc!” she cried out, followed by a long, tortured groan. So she’d come finally—under Luc’s hands, fueled by Luc’s touch. Why the hell did that make Deke want to hit something? Or someone? He’d be better off not examining it too hard.
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Instead, he watched the coffee drip, doing his best to keep his mind perfectly blank and focused on the task at hand—nice little Special Ops trick he could thank the army for.
A few minutes later, Luc emerged from his room in crisp jeans, shirt in hand, and wandered down the hall, his posture relaxed. And no visible raving hard-on.
“Morning.”
“Did she get you off with her hands or mouth?” The question was out of Deke’s mouth before he could stop it. It wasn’t any of his business. Knowing wouldn’t change Kimber’s moans of pleasure still ringing in his ears or the visible satiation softening his cousin’s face.
Luc propped his hip against the kitchen counter, crossed his arms over his chest, and quirked a dark brow. Before Luc could answer, Deke said, “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
Shayla Black Decadent He busied himself grabbing cups in the cupboard above, then retrieving the sugar and cream for Luc. All the while, he felt his cousin’s gaze on him, sizing up the situation, deciding how best to reply. Crafty bastard.
“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.” 95
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 grated.
That would be for the best. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, just make
93
Deke yanked up his shorts, turned, and stalked down the hall, barely holding in an ugly curse. Two weeks with Kimber here… He’d never last without fucking her, without destroying her.
The kitchen tile slapped cool against his bare feet as he entered the room and grabbed the coffee beans from the pantry. He glanced at the bag. Chocolate caramel truffle. Pansy-ass flavored coffee. Whatever happened to just coffee? He slammed the pantry door.
Tossing the bag on the counter next to the coffeemaker, Deke paused.
“Luc!”
Another plea from Kimber. Hell . He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a ragged breath.
Shayla Black Decadent A moment later, he flipped open the coffeemaker’s lid; it cracked and popped off, making a plastic crunch sound that couldn’t be good. Then the damn thing tumbled to the floor.
Cursing again, Deke grabbed the edge of the counter. Every muscle in his body was tense, all the way from his brows slashing down over narrowed eyes to his toes curled into the Italian slate beneath them.
Get your shit together , he castigated himself and fit the lid back on the coffeemaker, filled it with grounds and water, then flipped the on switch.
At the same time, Luc apparently flipped Kimber’s switch.
“Oh, Luc!” she cried out, followed by a long, tortured groan. So she’d come finally—under Luc’s hands, fueled by Luc’s touch. Why the hell did that make Deke want to hit something? Or someone? He’d be better off not examining it too hard.
94
Instead, he watched the coffee drip, doing his best to keep his mind perfectly blank and focused on the task at hand—nice little Special Ops trick he could thank the army for.
A few minutes later, Luc emerged from his room in crisp jeans, shirt in hand, and wandered down the hall, his posture relaxed. And no visible raving hard-on.
“Morning.”
“Did she get you off with her hands or mouth?” The question was out of Deke’s mouth before he could stop it. It wasn’t any of his business. Knowing wouldn’t change Kimber’s moans of pleasure still ringing in his ears or the visible satiation softening his cousin’s face.
Luc propped his hip against the kitchen counter, crossed his arms over his chest, and quirked a dark brow. Before Luc could answer, Deke said, “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
Shayla Black Decadent He busied himself grabbing cups in the cupboard above, then retrieving the sugar and cream for Luc. All the while, he felt his cousin’s gaze on him, sizing up the situation, deciding how best to reply. Crafty bastard.
“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.” 95
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 grated.
That would be for the best. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, just make
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