“Come here, Lea.” His voice had gone super deep. Dom voice. Fuck. He wasn’t ever going to use that voice on any woman but her again. She was the end, the final win. He relaxed back against the log they’d dragged into camp that first night. He spread his legs wide so she had a place to plant that gorgeous body.
She crawled forward. Every sensuous move made his c**k jerk. His body felt deliciously heavy.
“Yes, Sir?” Her br**sts swayed as she moved on all fours. Fuck. Fuck! He was lucky he wasn’t coming just from the sight of her. Her ni**les were hard and pointing down. She looked toward him, those full lips of hers glistening wet as her tongue darted out, sliding across her bee-stung lips.
“Take my c**k out.” He could barely speak. His dick ached to jump out of his pants and lurch toward her.
She got to her knees, those br**sts settling in and looking so fine he couldn’t help but smile. He spread his legs out as her hands moved to his waistband. He was damn happy he’d gone commando. It left one less layer between them. He pushed his hips up as she dragged his pants down. His c**k bobbed free, a sense of deep relief flowing through him.
“Kiss it.” He didn’t measure his voice. She could handle it. He would need to go slow when it came to holding her down, but she didn’t have a problem with commands. His girl would just refuse any order she wasn’t ready for. Everything else was play, just fun and relaxation. Anything serious they would work through, and that gave him comfort.
It was funny. He’d topped women for a long time, the trust seeming to flow one way, and now he realized what he’d been missing. Trust should flow both ways. He trusted Alea to tell him what didn’t work for her. He trusted her to know what she needed when it came to sex so he didn’t have to worry if this was all weighted toward him. He was a service top, a Dom who needed to give pleasure and satisfaction to his submissive. Alea would never accept less. She was his perfect partner.
A little grin lit her face as she leaned forward, letting him know she wanted to play as much as he did. And then her lips connected with the head of his cock, and he stopped thinking about anything at all. Well, beyond how hot her mouth was. Her little pink tongue darted out, laving the sensitive head.
“Lick me.” Today would be just a small taste. Eventually he’d give her a full meal, but not this time. He wanted to get inside her. Needed it like he needed his next f**king breath.
She leaned back down, showing him the graceful arc of her spine and the way the sun kissed her silky skin and brought out the shades of her hair. She fascinated him. And she had him moaning as she ran her tongue over the slit.
Her tongue moved over his cock, rubbing and nuzzling and lighting him up. She explored freely, trying to map his every hill and valley, line and groove. There was nothing fast and hard about the way she sucked a cock. It wasn’t done to get him off in the quickest way possible. Alea loved his cock, lavished it with affection, took her time as she licked around the head and ran her lips across the vein on the underside. He watched her, giving up control for a moment because seeing her find her power was a magical thing.
“God, that is beautiful.” Landon was watching intently on his knees in the sand beside them. Cooper stared, too.
It was beautiful. Dane closed his eyes, letting the moment roll over him. He wanted to memorize every second. The breeze from the ocean, the softness of the blanket under them, a barrier to the ever-present sand, the way her hair tickled across his thighs. The soft sound of her mouth suckling him.
The knowledge that he wasn’t alone, would never be alone again, filled him. He had his wife and his brothers.
He opened his eyes, and Alea stared up him with languid, dark eyes, even as her tongue ran his length.
“You are so perfect.” He reached out and stroked her hair, worshipping her as she worshipped him.
Landon watched, but his gaze met with Dane’s, a question lurking there. He was asking if he could join in.
“Let’s start getting our girl ready for us.”
A smile split Lan’s face, making him look happier than Dane could remember.
“I’ll help with that, too,” Cooper promised with a laugh as they positioned themselves around Alea.
Her head came up. “Prepare me for what?”
He narrowed his eyes and pointed back to his erection. “We’ll prepare you for a spanking if you don’t get that sweet mouth back where it’s supposed to be.”
She frowned, but it was a flirty thing. “Bossy.”
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned as she put her mouth all over him again. He was the boss and that was just how he wanted this to be. Dane relaxed and shifted his hips up. “Play with my balls, Lea. And get that gorgeous ass in the air.”
It was time to get her ready. It was time to share with his brothers.
Chapter Eleven
Alea loved the way Dane tasted. She loved the soft velvet of his c**k under her tongue. She definitely loved the way he moaned. Oh, it was a completely controlled, utterly masculine moan, but it came from deep in his chest, a definite sign that he loved this, too.
He was giving her orders, but she felt her power.
“I told you to play with my balls, baby. Do we need to have a discussion about the word obedience?” The question came out on a sexy growl.
She looked up his perfectly cut body, and he stared down at her with those blue eyes. So often they reminded her of a frigid lake, but there was nothing cold about them now. Though his voice was perfectly controlled, his eyes told a different tale. They were hot, a little desperate.