Another foot forward, and he leaned into her personal space, putting his lips near her ear. “In my bedroom, ménage means two men simultaneously pounding a woman to orgasm and driving her so insane, she forgets her name and screams the roof down.”
Deke leaned away to gauge her reaction. Her mouth opened on a silent gasp, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened, pupil dilating just as quickly. Oh, shit. On some gut level, the idea appealed to her? His c**k was ready to do the tango, despite his brain doing its best to shut off the music.
“Help me understand. For you, why ménage?” she barely managed to whisper.
“Why not make love to a woman, you know…just the two of you.”
“Two men can make a woman come so utterly undone, she’s willing to do anything for her lovers’ pleasure. And I get off having a front-row seat.” More color bloomed in her face. The scent of female arousal now hung heavy in the air. Her ni**les peaked, even as her tongue danced nervously across her lips.
“I understand.”
His gut clenched at the sight of that little pink tongue. “Do you?”
“I’ve heard about such things. Read them. Physically, I understand how that works. Um…what—what about emotional bonds?”
“Emotional bonds?”
He must be from Mars, because that question was definitely from Venus. What about the curiosity he’d expected? Stuff like: Where did the cocks go? How did a woman handle two men at once? Those he could answer. In detail. He’d love clueing her in about the dueling slide of dicks, one in her tight pu**y, the other in her untried ass.
Damn, he had to stop thinking like this before his jeans strangled his erection.
“How do you make relationships work without petty jealousy interfering?”
“There’s no relationship. Just sex…any way it can be accomplished in threes.”
“Oh.” She blinked, then looked away. “I should have realized…you’re not the relationship type.”
“Lust works just fine for me.” Anything more had catastrophic potential. Been there, done that—and he didn’t want to think about the nightmare that had happened next.
“Well, with you, lust works fine for me, too. I—I just want to learn whatever you can teach me.”
Still? “Are you serious?”
Kimber clutched at her purse and squared her feminine little shoulders. “I drove over a hundred miles today to talk to you, a man I haven’t seen in five years. One who’s never liked me much. I swallowed my pride to admit to you why I want this and the fact I’m still a virgin. Would I have bothered if I wasn’t very serious about learning to please Jesse and deciding if this is something I want in my life?” Jesse. There was the prick’s name again, right from her mouth. Stupid Backstreet Boys copycat son of a bitch. He and his melodious falsetto constantly topped the charts. Deke couldn’t imagine why any man wanted to sound like a female with the whole world listening.
“I’m not the man for the job, Kimber. I’m not doing it.” Her lips tensed. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Why not?”
“A million reasons. I don’t do virgins. Period.”
“I didn’t ask you to do me. In fact, I want to save my virginity for Jesse. I don’t know why you’d say no to at least some explanations of the…acts involved.”
“Because explanations aren’t going to cut it, kitten. You won’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into until you’re getting pounded by a pair of hard cocks.”
“Tell me what you mean. Pounded where exactly? In what way? With the intent to create pain?”
His assertion hadn’t shocked her in the least. Her questions stunned the hell out of him. Wasn’t she freaked? He sure the hell was.
“I’m not having this conversation with you. You want to learn about ménages, keep reading.”
“As you pointed out, words aren’t a substitute for real experience.”
“Then let the girl-voiced pretty boy give you the experience. It won’t be me.”
“Fine.” She maneuvered around him. “If you don’t want to help me, let me think…
Who did you hang out with when you worked for my dad? Oh, Adam Catrell. I remember hearing whispers about him. He lives near here, doesn’t he? I’ll just go look him up. And if he’s not interested, wasn’t Justin Wheeler a friend of yours, too?
He might be willing to help me. See you later.” She bolted toward the door.