“Eventually, you have to participate,” Luc pointed out to his cousin.
“Eventually.” He leaned back, crossed his ankles, and clasped his hands behind his head. No one could mistake the enormous erection jutting against the front of his jeans. “Get started. I’m ready.”
Arrogant bastard. But a sexy one. Kimber tried to form some pithy comeback, but then Luc touched her arm.
“Sweetheart?”
He was asking her if she was ready for this, for him. No. Yes. She sighed. Maybe.
She was curious, but afraid. She needed to be able to accept a man anally, but worried it would hurt. And if Deke wasn’t going to touch her, she wanted to drive him crazy, make him so insane for her that he couldn’t stay away.
Stupid and reckless, Kimber knew. But after this morning on the kitchen table when he’d refused her because she hadn’t had the willpower to say no… He’d mustered the self-control to put a stop to disaster and left. Clearly, he hadn’t wanted her half as badly as she’d ached for him. He’d done the right thing, she supposed, and part of her thanked him for it. But it still hurt.
Why did his opinion matter? She was here for Jesse. Jesse, damn it. Not Deke.
But he’d said no this morning, and now he’d given up the opportunity to be the first one to take her anally. Instead, he’d deferred to Luc. The devil of doubt rode her hard. Kimber was determined to make Deke regret what he’d passed up. He’d had better get ready for a hell of a floor show.
“I’m ready,” she whispered to Luc, sending him what could only be called a saucy, f**k-me smile.
For a moment, Luc just stared, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of her smile or what to do first. She took the decision out of his hands. An odd bravery, feminine resolution—pure need to tempt Deke—flowed through her as she reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, completely baring herself to Luc. Deke got a great side view. Then she pinched her ni**les, ensuring they were hard.
“I’m more than ready.” She hoped those husky words went straight to Deke’s cock.
They sure went to Luc’s. Staggered by them, he sank to his knees. “Stay on the sofa.”
Casting a challenging glance Deke’s way, Kimber wriggled, rolling her hips and making a great show of getting comfortable. Then she primly crossed her legs, imitating her best ladylike posture, and wasn’t it lucky for her that the pose thrust her br**sts right into Luc’s face?
Yanking out the elastic band restraining his midnight hair, Luc tossed it on the table. Waves of inky hair fell around his strong face. His shirt came next. Off and onto the floor, exposing the taut lines of wide shoulders, the ropes of muscles straining up and down his arms. Abs rippling with every breath. He worked out, no question. And he looked damn good. She shivered.
“What can you take off next?” she taunted, glancing at his shorts. “I have something you can touch if you strip down for me.”
Kimber parted her legs enough for Luc—and only Luc—to see her all wet and swollen. Luc moaned, his gaze fixed on her damp curls.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Deke unzip his pants and take his meaty c**k in his hand. He began to slowly stroke every long inch, grasping the width of it in a harsh fist, his eyes glued to her. She loved having the power to drive the taciturn Deke to such desire. And she wasn’t close to done.
Where the inner vixen had come from, she had no idea. But she wasn’t about to put a stop to her right now.
“You do want to touch me, don’t you?” she asked Luc, toying with her own clit and gasping for effect.
“Yes,” he panted. “Do that again.”
“Get naked, and I will.”
Luc shucked off his shorts in less than two seconds to reveal his long staff with its thick veins and vivid purple head, and Kimber tried not to laugh. The power she had over them was heady. She was drunk on it. In the end, Luc or Deke—or both—
would take it from her. But in this moment, she owned them.
“Very nice,” she murmured.
The inner vixen goaded her into slipping her finger into her mouth and making quite a production of wetting the tip. With a feline smile, she dropped the wet digit to Luc’s c**k and rubbed the moisture all over the head, adding to the leakage seeping from the tip. He hissed, the tendons standing out in his neck as he fought for control.
“You’re being naughty,” Luc scolded.
“Me?” Kimber was all innocence.
“Very naughty. Lift your skirt and touch yourself again. I want to see you do it.” A surprising request coming from the usually gentlemanly Luc, but after tonight, Kimber guessed there were hidden depths to the man. A demand that she masturbate for him—for them— definitely shocked her. And thrilled her.
Pushing self-consciousness aside, she leaned back and lifted her skirt higher with slow hands, very slow. She ended at the top of her thighs, and with Deke sitting on the sofa to her right, she knew he could see just enough to tease. His muttered curses bespoke frustration.