were nothing but black stretch lace, showing all that beautiful skin, highlighting her little tawny landing strip. The matching bra barely stretched across her full breasts. Both nipples pushed through the lace. He could see his marks on her.
Keys saluted her. “Hey, Breezy. You shouldn’t stay out so long in the sun. I know it’s cooler here, but you could burn.”
All three men had been raised with no clothes. Their brethren as well as Alena and Lana had never been given clothes unless they were being sent out on an assignment. They’d been forced to have sex in front of one another until it was commonplace. Breezy was Steele’s. She was part of their family. They didn’t look at her as a woman simply because they’d been conditioned not to. Their bodies were totally under their command and didn’t react at the sight of a beautiful, naked woman.
“I’d forgotten you two were in the house,” she said hesitantly, taking a step back.
Steele went to her and circled her waist with his arm. “I’m having a little trouble fixing the chicken, Bree. My stomach isn’t settling.”
Instantly her expression changed to one of concern. “Do you want to lie down? I can fix us dinner.”
He shook his head. “I’ll take a shower and be right back down. Maestro and Keys wanted to take a dip in the pool but were going to help with dinner.”
“I don’t mind. You all go ahead and do whatever,” she said.
Steele jerked his chin toward the door and his brothers got the message, heading out to the pool. Both wore loose-fitting jeans slung low on their hips and they had them off before they got to the pool.
“You really don’t mind starting dinner? I can be down in a few minutes.”
She shook her head. “I’d better go change though.”
He frowned. “Why? You look beautiful. I can come back and watch you moving around the kitchen just the way I imagined. Does it make you uncomfortable to have them see your body? Because if it does …”
She glanced through the glass to the pool and the two men swimming and splashing each other. Steam was rising from the surface of the water as the outside temperature dropped.
Her adorable little frown was on her face. “No. Not really. If you think I’m safe.”
His heart stuttered. He framed her face with both hands. “Don’t you feel safe with Maestro and Keys? Have they done something to make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No. Not at all.”
“They aren’t going to notice, Breezy. Stay in that outfit for me.” He wasn’t asking. She might as well know how he was, demanding his way. At the same time, if she was feeling in the least like she wasn’t safe, he had to find a way to rectify that. “Your choice, baby.” He softened his voice, so she knew he meant it. “But you’re perfectly safe.”
She shrugged. “Then I’m comfortable.”
He leaned down and took her left breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple as he suckled right through the lace. Instant heat exploded through his groin and hot blood rushed through his veins. He dragged her closer, pulling strongly, wanting his mark on her. His other hand slid down her belly to find that stretchy lace and the openings in the fabric that gave him access to her. Her sheath was already damp and hot as hell. Beckoning him.
“I’m hungry all over again for the taste of you.” He growled it. Lapped at his fingers, watching her the entire time. Her eyes had gone dark with desire. She was always responsive to him. Always.
“You’re hungry for dinner,” she countered, but she didn’t move when his mouth found her other breast and his fingers returned to bury themselves in her channel. She immediately cradled his head to her as if she loved standing in the middle of the kitchen with her man working her body.
He licked at his fingers again. “I’ll be right back. Whatever you don’t have done, I’ll do and then I’ll be playing some more.”
She laughed softly. “Is that a threat? You made it sound like one. I like the way you play.”
He couldn’t resist spinning her around and rubbing her ass. The black lace stretched over her pale skin, framing it beautifully. He crouched for a moment, thrust his fingers into her and bit her left cheek. Not hard. Just enough to sting. The flood of liquid heat rewarded him. He stood up slowly. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to shatter my cock