Mouth open, Kimber watched as Luc dragged Deke to his feet and curled a fist in his T-shirt. “You’re scaring her.”
“I’m telling the truth. And she should be scared. She’s a little virgin playing with grown men. I damn near f**ked her sweet pu**y this morning on your kitchen table while you slept.”
It was Luc’s turn to send her a sharp stare. “Are you okay?” What could she say? Kimber nodded. Embarrassment didn’t count as harm. She’d been stupid, allowing her good sense to be overwhelmed. It wouldn’t happen again. She hoped.
Deke scoffed. “What, you think I would have forced her? Raped her?”
“Normally, I wouldn’t think so, but you’re awfully pushy today,” Luc growled.
“If I had f**ked her, it would have been because she aroused me and didn’t have enough control of her faculties to say no. I put a stop to it.”
Luc hardly looked impressed. “You don’t want the responsibility of taking a virgin.”
“I don’t want to hurt Kimber, and I have very little control with her. We all know it.” He paused. “Is your dark side wailing at you tonight, cuz?” Kimber watched as Luc released Deke’s shirt and shut his eyes, refusing to look at anyone. She had the distinct impression that he was embarrassed by his occasionally extreme behavior.
Oddly, she wasn’t afraid of Luc’s answer; she just wondered what caused him to need to f**k a woman so…thoroughly.
“No,” he murmured finally.
“Good. Since you have all the patience and no whiskey in your system…” Deke reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant. He tossed them on the table right in front of her. “You know what we had planned tonight.
You do it, all gentle and shit, so it will go down smooth. Or I will. And heaven help us all, then.”
Luc let out a shaky breath.
Mr. Calm? Mr. Never-Ruffled? Wow… There was far more going on here than she’d ever suspected. What the hell was brewing in this place? She didn’t want to answer her own question the hard way, not when she knew what the condom and the lube meant for her.
“Guys, if neither of you is sure—”
“I’m sure,” Luc cut in quietly. “As indelicately as Deke might have said it, he’s right to push the issue. This is part of your training, and one of us has to do this.
Deke is in no shape. You know what we’re discussing, right?”
A glance again at the items on the table didn’t lead Kimber to any other conclusions. The thought of it happening to her—right now—both alarmed and aroused her. Would it hurt? Get her off? It didn’t matter. This was part of Jesse’s world, a big part of what Jesse would probably want. She was here to learn if she could accept it, take it, like it.
“Anal sex,” she finally answered.
“Yes.” Luc’s voice, usually smooth as brandy, was like a rough drag over gravel.
“Are you going to be okay with that?”
“It’s necessary to take two men at once. It’s part of what I signed up for.”
“But tonight? It’s late and we’ve argued—”
“You two argued. I’m fine. Are you…up for it?” Kimber glanced down at the crotch of Luc’s shorts.
Even as she spoke, his erection rose. “I’m always up for being with you.”
“It’s settled, then,” Deke said as he plopped down on the sofa arranged perpendicular to the one she occupied.
Kimber frowned as he reclined and looked at her with a cool smile. If Deke wanted her too much, why didn’t he want to be the first to do this? He’d said he had very little control with her.
Did he think he’d go wild and hurt her? Or push his way into the wrong orifice?
“Apparently.” Luc shot his cousin a puzzled glare. “And what are you going to do?”
The stare Deke sent Kimber damn near sizzled the flesh off her bones. “Watch.” That one word set off a detonation of hot longing inside Kimber. He wanted to watch Luc take her anally, planned to enjoy every moment of watching her writhe in ecstasy. A quick glance down proved the mere thought of it made him hard. The thought of his arousal made her ache. Her sex clenched, and fresh moisture drenched her already-wet folds.