Deke looked back at him with eyes so burning with sexual need and frustration, they were damn near glowing. “Now.”
His cousin couldn’t wait to touch her and wouldn’t waste his time stating the obvious. And as much as Luc enjoyed savoring a woman, something about Kimber and the way Deke responded to her simply didn’t allow for the sort of cool distance that made patience possible.
Instead, Luc sent his cousin a terse nod.
As he approached, Kimber gasped, her eyes wide and dilated. Hesitation stamped her face, but need followed, as if sensing it was too late to stop the hungry seduction her body was about to endure. Tonight, they’d take her further, push her harder. Eagerness sang through his bloodstream like good wine.
When he reached Kimber’s side, Deke had positioned himself at her right. He settled on her left.
“Luc?” she whispered, looking for reassurance.
Did she feel the barely leashed violence of their need hovering in the air? He bet she did. And that it frightened and thrilled her at once. She had good reason for her fear. In the decade plus that he and Deke had been sharing women, Luc had never seen his cousin more intense, more driven. He would take everything she was willing to give. Right now. And push for more.
Deke’s need fed his own, until Luc felt primal and deliciously aroused.
“Buckle up, sweetheart,” Luc whispered. “This is going to be one amazing ride.” He’d barely finished the sentence before Deke bent down, cupping her breast in one hand and lifting it to his descending mouth. Luc followed suit, sliding her other nipple against his tongue. He glided gentle fingers over the curve of her hip to counteract the tingle of hard pulls and nipping teeth he knew they were both unleashing on her turgid ni**les.
Kimber gasped, back arching. She stood on tiptoes as if she was trying to absorb the sensation or get closer to their suckling mouths—or both. She reached a fist into his hair, grasping, holding him against her breast. Luc reveled in the little sting on his scalp, her fingers clutching at him, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.
The sounds of constant laving, voracious sucking—her hard breathing—
punctuated the still air. She was perfect, her ni**les hardening against his tongue with every fresh lick…
Suddenly, at his side, Deke snarled, “Let’s get on with this.” Ah, the plan, the one they’d worked out while Kimber had been holed up in the den studying and Deke had been pacing the kitchen, acting as if he were about to crawl out of his skin with impatience, while Luc cooked.
Reluctantly, he lifted his head from the sugared perfection of Kimber’s breast.
There would be time later. If things worked out, a lifetime of it. As soon as he appeased the hungry beast beside him. Truth be told, the thought of what could happen tonight roused the beast in him, too. Knowing it was way too soon for that, he pushed it back down.
At the loss of their touch, Kimber moaned, the sound small and pleading. Luc risked a glance at her br**sts. He swallowed. Already her ni**les were deep red, visibly swollen, and so damn hard. The sight made him want to forget his plans and instead spend his night giving her beautiful br**sts constant attention.
“Now.” Impatience resonated in Deke’s demand.
Down, boy, down. Luc sent his cousin a warning stare before turning back to Kimber. Gently, he eased off her miniskirt and removed her thong. God, she was gorgeous. Slender, but with curves. Lean and athletic without looking masculine.
Tall enough to be graceful, but not so tall that she looked awkward.
Just…perfect.
Luc smiled at the thought and took her shoulders in his hand. “Sweetheart, last night was all about getting you accustomed to accepting the touch of two men.” Despite dazed, slightly dilated eyes, she nodded. “I know.”
“You did well. Really well. Tonight is about seeing how much pleasure you can dish out. This will be more challenging since you want us to leave your virginity intact and you’re not yet ready to accept one of us in that sweet backside.” Kimber paused, clearly puzzling his words out. “I don’t know anything about o**l s*x.”
He smoothed a hand over her shoulder, soothing her.
“We’ll work through it together.”
Biting her lip, she sent him a shaky nod. Then she smoothed her tongue across her bruised lip, and the sight punched Luc with a fresh bout of pure lust.
Beside him, Deke appeared to lose all patience—and selfcontrol. He put his hand on her shoulder and urged her to her knees before him. Kimber fell slowly, an uncertain inch at a time, her gaze never leaving Deke’s. It traveled up as she went down, and the sight kicked Luc with a jolt of lust.
Then he sighed. Guess that settled the question of who would partake of Kimber’s silken mouth first.
Kneeling behind her, Luc tore off his shirt, watching as Deke ripped off his own and tossed it across the room, then began to unbutton his old-school, button-fly jeans, one button at a time. Luc settled in behind Kimber, easing his hands on her shoulders, observing her as she watched Deke reveal a wedge of muscled abdomen, a strip of light brown pubic hair, then, as he shoved his jeans off, the entire length of his cock.
Deke stroked his erection, as if he couldn’t stand another minute without stimulation. Luc related to that. He grimaced as he adjusted himself, sat behind Kimber, and touched his hands to her bare hips, then roamed her soft flesh.
“Touch him,” Luc murmured.