Eric seized her mouth with his own, taking her lips and stealing her kiss, stripping her of restraint.
Eric took ownership of Belle’s mouth as Tate skated his hand back down her torso and right between her legs. As he strummed her clit in a slow, rhythmic circle, she tensed and gasped into Eric’s kiss, standing on her tiptoes. Kell didn’t know if she meant to get closer to Eric or prevent Tate from learning just how wet she was, but it didn’t matter. She had to learn that she didn’t have control of either man.
“Flat on your feet,” Kell growled in her ear. “If Tate wants his fingers in your cunt, aren’t you supposed to let him?”
She whimpered…but slowly lowered down on her heels again.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Tate murmured in her ear. “So wet, baby.”
Eric ate at her mouth, then drew back to nip at her bottom lip before he bestowed a lingering brush of his lips over hers and pulled back.
“I’ve wanted that for days. Sometimes I would watch you talk and just stare at your mouth, fantasizing about it,” Eric admitted.
She blinked, once and then again, obviously flustered. He laughed, then turned her to face Tate, who took hold of her shoulders and dragged her close.
“I’ve totally masturbated thinking about your mouth, Belle. It’s perfectly symmetrical. Your full bottom lip will cradle my cock and increase the sensation. At least by ten percent.”
“Tate…” Eric warned.
The big guy shrugged. “Just being honest.”
“Sometimes too much. Wouldn’t you rather kiss her?”
A wicked grin crossed Tate’s square face. “Absolutely.”
Belle smiled up at him. Her shining dark eyes silently said that his eagerness both amused and endeared her. As Tate swooped down and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss, she moaned and met him, opening to his need.
Kell could almost see them begin to heal the wrongs of that night in Dallas and start to bond. He gritted his teeth. Fuck, he wanted to be with them. In the past, he’d always believed that he used Eric and Tate as cover so he wouldn’t have to be responsible for any woman. Now he realized he liked being a part of this weird family. He didn’t want cover; he wanted partners. He wanted this woman.
He couldn’t have them, of course. He couldn’t trust anymore. Truthfully, he didn’t even know how to try. But that didn’t stop him from wishing he could bond with them.
For a moment, he considered walking out. These three didn’t need him. Leaving later, after he’d tasted Belle, would only hurt more.
As Tate ended the kiss with a little growl, Eric placed a hand on her bare hip possessively and swiveled her in his direction. “What do you say, Kell? You want to teach her how to suck a cock?”
His breath nearly left his body. He’d likely had a hundred subs get to their knees before him, but the thought of Belle being there threatened to unman him.
Shit, he had to get out of here now. If he were a strong man, he would tell Tate and Eric to care for her always, never to let anything come between them. Then he’d exit stage left so he could keep his soul intact.
His feet wouldn’t move. They were planted here, along with his fucking cock, which didn’t care that he would be devastated later. It only knew that she was here and she was naked and that he wanted her more than his next breath.
Just a couple of nights. That was all he could have.
“Belle, do you want this?” The words fell out of his mouth.
“Do you?” She bit her lip nervously.
She doubted her appeal? After the way he’d treated her in Dallas, no wonder. Remorse lashed him. He’d shoved his baggage on her. For the hundredth time, he wished he’d handled that night better. Since he’d been an ass then, all he could do was try to reassure her now.
Kell brought her close and cupped her face in his hands. “I’ve never wanted anyone more. But I’m leaving this up to you.”
“Then yes. I’m nervous, though. What if I’m not any good at it?”
“We’ll teach you.” Tate smiled her way. “I’m a really patient tutor. Ask Eric. I got him through Algebra II. But this will be way more fun. I’m going to like grading your homework.”
Tate’s humor broke the tension in the room for a moment, and Kell rolled his eyes, then grinned affectionately. “Crazy nerd.”
With a shrug of his big shoulders, Tate smiled. “You know me…”