“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.
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.”
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 f**k 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.”
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 her go away.
“Why do you think she has to go?” Luc asked in low tones. “You can’t think she’s unable to learn what we have to teach her.”
Deke rolled his eyes. “Don’t play stupid. She can learn. Obviously. I know she’s not scared. She should be, but for some crazy reason, she isn’t. But that isn’t the issue.”
“Hmm. I think I know what the issue is, but why don’t you explain it to me in your words.”
“Remember? She’s a virgin.”
“Whose name isn’t Heather.”
“She has nothing to do with Kimber. We’re not rehashing the past again.” Luc cocked his head and slid him a considering stare. “We never hashed it in the first place, which is part of the problem. But fine, you don’t want to discuss Heather. Tell me what other reason you have for avoiding Kimber?” Deke hesitated, then realized he wouldn’t be telling anything Luc didn’t already know. “Nothing I didn’t warn you about before. She’s blowing past my self-control.
If she stays, I’m going to disrespect her wishes. Sooner or later, she’ll beg, and I won’t have the will to say no. I will f**k her.”
“If Kimber begs, we’ll reevaluate the situation. Maybe it would be in everyone’s interest if we gave her exactly what she asks for.” The idea of Luc being the one to take Kimber’s virginity made him feel as if his guts had been churned in a blender then spit back out. But he could never take her, especially not alone. Ever.
“You think she’s ours.”
Luc responded slowly. “Anything is possible. I’m hardpressed to believe that a woman would respond so perfectly the very first time if, in her heart, she belonged to someone else.”
“Has it escaped your memory that she’s here to have us train her to accept the touch of two other men, one of whom she thinks she’s in love with?”