“And you tried to scare me off because you think I’m in over my head.” Deke nodded. “I still do. But as Luc reminded me, you’re an adult.”
“I have been for some time now. I have my own place. I’ve put myself through nursing school. I’m not underage, and I’m not an idiot.”
“I’m not convinced you really understand what you’re getting yourself into, but it’s your life.”
Kimber gnawed on her bottom lip, suspecting that he was right. She understood—in an abstract way—what being involved in a ménage a trois would mean. She’d read an erotic book this morning and found herself aroused by the story of one woman loved by two men totally devoted to her pleasure. What redblooded woman wouldn’t be?
But, despite what Deke had said about emotion easily not being a factor in a ménage, Kimber knew better. Already she felt a tug toward Deke that made no sense. Probably because she’d always been curious about him. He’d repelled her as much as he’d compelled her back in those days. The bigger factor was Jesse. She really missed him after his nearly four-year absence. Even though they didn’t look alike, she was probably using Deke as a subconscious substitute. That, and Deke had already done more to her sexually in fifteen minutes than Jesse had in years.
Kimber sighed.
“I’m also not convinced that Jesse McCall is the right guy for you.” Deke would think that. To Mr. Practical here, she would look like a groupie chasing a star, like a teenybopper with some silly adolescent, happily-ever-after fantasy. He couldn’t possibly understand how her relationship with Jesse had grown and evolved in the last few years through faithful e-mail and telephone conversations.
Kimber shrugged, trying not to be annoyed. “You’re entitled to think that. But like you said, it’s my life.”
“It is, and you want to learn about ménage. So here’s the deal,” he went on. “Come back to the house. Stay with us for two weeks. We’ll show you what you need to know.”
Relief slid through her. She’d won. It was tempting to tell Deke to shove it, but her pride wasn’t going to solve her issue with Jesse. He’d insisted she couldn’t be what he needed, was too innocent for his lifestyle. She was going to prove him wrong by learning everything. It was the only way to secure a future with the man she adored.
And despite the crappy way Deke had acted yesterday, she knew he was a man of his word. He would teach her everything necessary. Still, she had questions about his plan…
“Stay with you? As in move in for two weeks?”
Deke nodded. “Part of learning to deal with a ménage is satisfying two horny men. Sex with two men at once isn’t easy. Some men also have individual demands they’ll want you to fulfill. Some guys are partial to morning sex. Others to midnight sex or anything in between. You’ll have to learn to deal with two sets of demands.” His explanation made sense. Two men would definitely be more taxing than one.
Odd to be thinking about having sex multiple times a day when she’d never had sex at all, but this was Jesse’s reality.
“Let me guess, Luc is a midnight man. Your favorite time for sex is in the morning.”
Deke shook his head. “Luc is a morning man. My favorite time for sex is every time Luc is in the mood and you’re willing. I won’t f**k you alone. Ever.” Like before, he was totally serious. He wouldn’t have sex with her if Luc wasn’t there and participating. What was that about? His face gave away nothing, but his expression was too empty, almost painfully blank. Was he trying to hide something? With Deke, who knew?
“Anytime I say yes, you’ll want to…?”
Lust glowed bright and blue from his eyes. “If Luc is ready and you say yes to us both, I’ll be there.”
The suggestion of his words created a heady, melty feeling that swirled delicious heat through her and settled a dangerous ache right between her legs.
“So I’m not just another wet hole?
He grimaced. “No.”
“Okay, um… I just finished nursing school, so I’m free. I’ll need to study for my exams, but I can do that anywhere. Let me grab a bag tonight. I can leave a note for my dad that I’m visiting a…friend. He’s out of town right now, anyway. I can be back tomorrow and—”
“Wait. We have one rule.”
A rule? There were rules about a three-way? “Like…?”
“I don’t do virgins, so there won’t be any f**king your pu**y.” Kimber bristled. She didn’t like his blunt language, but was used to that. What bothered her more was his tone, as if virginity made her a lower life-form.
“I think I made it clear earlier that I wanted to save my virginity for Jesse. So that won’t be a problem.”
“I just want you to remember that when things get hot.” He grabbed her face in his hands and leaned his taut body closer. The intent glow of his eyes said that he was desperately resisting the urge to kiss her. “And Kimber, they will get hot.” A sizzling shiver stole through her. “I won’t forget or change my mind.”
“I won’t give in when you beg.”
Kimber tore away from his grasp. “When I beg?”
My, someone thinks a lot of his prowess.