“She’s not a whore,” Deke protested, knowing from previous discussion that’s exactly what Luc thought.
“Maybe, but you don’t really want Alyssa. She doesn’t want you.”
“She wants you.” A fact that had pissed Deke off when he’d last seen Alyssa a few months ago.
“And I’m not interested. Besides, you’re only telling yourself that you want her because you think she’s ‘safe.’”
“I want her because she’s hot and I hear she gives a killer blow job.” Luc snorted. “You want Alyssa so bad that you jacked off last night and moaned Kimber’s name. I heard you through the wall.”
Deke felt a flush crawl up his face. “Invest in some f**king earplugs. Yeah, Kimber got me hot. So what? She’s a virgin. Man, I’m telling you, they’re bad news.”
“I’ve been with a virgin. It was a beautiful experience. They’re not bad news; Heather was.”
“Leave her out of this.”
“No! You pushed Kimber out the door with a slew of ugly words yesterday because of Heather. Deke, you weren’t responsible—”
“We all know I was. I live with that fact every f**king day. Drop it,” he growled.
“Now.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Luc sighed. “But I’ll drop it if you’ll go talk to Kimber.
Apologize. Tell her we’ll help.”
He took another long swallow of his beer and stared as Burke Catrell grabbed Kimber’s hips and gyrated his c**k against her ass. The bastard apparently wanted to wear his nose somewhere in the middle of his forehead. Deke would be happy to make it happen if Catrell didn’t get his f**king hands off her. His blood was beginning to boil, and the fury rising in him was about up to his eyeballs, ready to overtake his brain.
“She looks otherwise occupied,” Deke snarled into the phone.
“But she came to you first.”
Yeah, she had. Damn Luc and his logic. And Kimber was putting on this show for his benefit, he’d guess, given the way she kept sneaking glances in his direction.
“Get over whatever snit you’re in,” Luc said, “and do the right thing.”
“If I bring her home, I’m going to end up f**king her. We both are.” He sighed heavily. “You know it.”
Deke wanted inside her. Bad. Damn bad. Not just her ass, though he’d enjoy it.
Not just her mouth, though he was sure a blow job from Kimber and her lush pink mouth would be mindblowing. He wanted her—all of her—and suspected that bypassing her pu**y just wasn’t going to be an option.
“We’ll respect whatever her wishes are. If she changes her mind, great. If not, we’ll live with it. And you’re making excuses.”
In a way, he supposed that was true. They were truths, in his book. He didn’t have any business teaching Kimber anything about sex. He would want in her pu**y if she came back to their house. She drove him out of his ever-lovin’ mind with desire, and his self-control would be shattered. And she scared the hell out of him.
What if the past repeated itself? She wasn’t Heather…but close enough.
Given all that, he still couldn’t stay away. Refusing to dwell on that reality, Deke lifted his bottle and emptied it. Then slammed it down on the table. “All right, I’m on it.”
“Bring her home.”
Home. As if she belonged to them. As if they could just claim her like some stray kitten. Luc wanted to. His cousin was hearing wedding bells and babies crying, which made a nice little soundtrack for his picket fence fantasy where he and Luc and the girl of their dreams lived happily ever after. Deke snorted. Still, he pushed his chair back, stood, staring as Kimber did an X-rated rumba with the Catrell brothers. With a glower, and hoping for a fight, he crossed the room.
CHAPTER 3
On the dance floor, the elder Catrell brother reached for her again. Kimber gyrated, turned, hips swinging, as she edged away from him. She’d forgotten his name. Oh, he was handsome. Damn good-looking, in fact. Blue eyes, sandy hair, ripped body. Once upon a time, she might have been attracted to him, but now learning how to please Jesse so they could live happily ever after was her mission.
Determining if ménage was something she could handle was key.