Ice Men of North Dakota [Dakota Heat 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Behind Kendra’s back, both Barrett and Grant glared at him.
Swallowing heavily, Mason sighed. “I’ll give you a foot massage.” Smiling again, he bent forward and kissed her. “A really good foot rub.”
Barrett felt the shiver that went through her at Mason’s lingering kiss. Sliding his hands to her waist, he sucked in a breath, stunned when she closed her fingers over his wrist, holding on to him for support.
As soon as Mason broke off his kiss, Kendra slumped against Barrett and sighed. “They both sound like good offers. I’d better get back to my list.”
Turning to grin at Barrett over her shoulder, she squeezed his wrist. “What about you? Do you have anything special you’d like to have?”
You.
His chest swelled, her playfulness and ease with them showing a side of her that stole his breath. Careful to keep his expression bland, he allowed a small smile. “Surprise me.”
As she went back to her list and her banter with Grant and Mason, he lifted his gaze to Quinn’s, amused to see that his hard-hearted friend appeared so unsettled.
Quinn had always taken sex very seriously, but only with women who didn’t expect more than a night of pleasure.
It would be interesting to see how Quinn would handle his growing feelings for Kendra.
He could only imagine the sparks that would fly when Quinn and Kendra finally went toe-to-toe.
Chapter Fourteen
Singing with the country song playing on the radio she’d turned on, Kendra danced in place as she transferred bacon to the paper-towel-covered plate to drain. She added more to the pan, moving her head and hips in time to the music, pausing to do a spin before she went back to stirring the pancake mix.
Barrett’s long shirt gave her the freedom to move unencumbered, and the thick socks allowed her to slide from the counter to the stove as she moved around the kitchen.
Smiling to herself at the amount of food needed to feed the four of them, Kendra poured more pancake mix onto the griddle in smooth circles.
She knew they’d be downstairs any minute, and wanted everything to be ready.
Grinning when she thought about Mason’s grumbled objection when she climbed out of bed a half an hour ago, she cracked eggs into a bowl, knowing the men would be coming down the stairs any minute.
She scooped a little of the bacon grease into the pan she used to cook hash browns to add some more flavor, and bent to turn the fire down low so they didn’t burn just as the next song ended.
Setting the spoon aside, she stilled, her heart pounding as a niggling awareness went up her spine. Sucking in a breath, she turned at the waist, her smile falling at the sight that greeted her.
Quinn stood only a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, the hunger in his dark stare as it moved over her, creating an instant erotic awareness that made her pulse trip.
Swallowing heavily, and stunned at the sexual tension, she gripped the spatula tighter. “Good morning. Breakfast is just about ready.” She swallowed again at the flash of desire in his eyes, her breath hitching at the feel of the material of Barrett’s soft shirt against her beaded nipples, a sharp reminder that she wore nothing beneath it.
Turning back to the stove, she scooped the pancakes from the griddle, her hand shaking as she poured more batter. “The coffee’s ready.”
He made no sound as he moved, the heat at her back her only warning before his hands settled at her waist.
Gasping in shock at the heat, she jumped, and would have dropped the batter if not for his lightning fast reflexes.
Catching it before it could fall with one hand, he wrapped the other around her waist and yanked her away from the pan of bacon before she hit the handle of the pan and knocked the grease over and all over herself. “Be careful, damn it!”
Setting the batter aside, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her away from the stove, lifting her hands to inspect them. “Are you all right? Did you burn yourself anywhere?” He turned her hands over, frowning. “What the hell? I touch you and you almost jumped out of your skin.”
Glancing at her, he clenched his jaw. “You scared of me?”
Struggling to hide how much his touch affected her, she jerked her hands out of his grasp. “Of course not. You startled me.”
Although she’d gotten more comfortable with Grant and Mason, and had begun to get more comfortable with Barrett, she couldn’t get over her nervousness around Quinn.
Lifting her head, she met Quinn’s gaze in the reflection from the window, the darkness outside seeming to surround him.
His gaze held hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist again and bent over her, surrounding her with heat and creating a maelstrom of sensation everywhere he touched. “You’re a liar. You’re scared of me. I can see it in your eyes.”
Turning her attention back to the food, she retrieved the last of the bacon and turned the burner off. After flipping the pancakes and stirring the hash browns, she turned with the plate of bacon in her hand with the intention of putting it on the table. “You’re mistaken. Excuse me.”
To her surprise, Quinn tightened his hold, sliding his hands up to the lower curve of her breasts. “I want my morning kiss.”
Taking a shuddering breath, Kendra set the plate on the counter, her hands shaking so much, she feared dropping it. Looking up at him through her lashes, she fisted her hands at her sides, her stomach muscles quivering.
“What morning kiss?”
Sliding his hand beneath the hem of her shirt, Quinn moved it over her bare skin. “Don’t you consider me one of your lovers?”
Kendra shrugged, and decided to be honest with him. “I don’t know what to think of you. You look at me as if you want me, but at the same time, you look angry. You have a way about you—a look in your eyes—that makes me nervous.”
Sliding his hands up her back, he closed them over her shoulders under her borrowed shirt and bent closer. “What kind of look?”
Lifting her hands to his shoulders, she stared at his chest and answered in the same soft tone, the combination of his tender hold and their low conversation creating an intimacy with him so potent, she trembled. “I don’t know how to describe it. It’s a very sexual look. Very…erotic. I don’t think I could really please someone like you.”
Sliding one hand to her bottom and the other between her shoulder blades, he pulled her firmly against him. “You already please me. I never wanted a woman the way I want you. I wake up every night in a cold sweat, thinking about what could have happened to you. I wake up every morning, hard as a rock, from dreaming about the things I want to do to you.”
His eyes, narrowed and searching, held hers as he lowered his head. “I want you all the fucking time. I can’t even work anymore without thinking of you, and then I come down this morning to find you singing and dancing, your breasts and ass jiggling, and I realize that doing everything I’ve thought about doing to you wouldn’t be enough. I’d still want more.”
Sliding his hands to her breasts, he tugged her nipples. “I don’t think I’d ever run out of things I want to do to you. You make me crazy to have you in every way a man could have a woman.”
Kendra sucked in a breath at the first touch of his lips on hers, automatically tightening her hands on his shoulders for support.
He tasted minty and hot.
Exotic.
Dangerous.
Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, he held her in place for his kiss, pressing his tongue past her lips with a firm insistence that tore through her defenses.
Moaning at the feel of his hand closing over her breast, Kendra gripped his shoulders as her knees turned to rubber.
He caught her against him, tangling his tongue with hers and exploring her mouth with a possessiveness and hunger that made her head spin.
Dizzy with the pleasure, she clung to him, not realizing that he’d picked her up until he broke off his kiss and laid her back on the granite island.
Gasping with
Stunned to find Barrett, Mason, and Grant standing over her, she looked back down at Quinn, sucking in a breath at the hunger in his eyes as he spread her thighs and stepped forward to stand between them.
Mason, standing on her left, slid a hand over her abdomen and grinned, his eyes glittering with possessiveness and need. “It looks like you got yourself into some trouble, honey.”
Barrett, who towered over her above her head, smiled faintly. “Good morning, little one. I wondered how Quinn would react when he realized how much he wants you. He spent half the night pacing the floor.”
Reaching for him, and thrilled when he took her hands in his, she smiled up at him, her smile widening when she heard Quinn curse.
Tearing her gaze from Barrett’s and moaning at the feel of Grant’s and Mason’s hands moving over her, she looked down at Quinn, her smile widening when he cursed again as he dug into the pocket of his jeans, his face hard as he produced a condom and tossed it onto the granite next to her thigh.
He reached for the fastening of his jeans, his movements abrupt and hurried. “Unbutton her shirt.”
Grant bent over her and began to unbutton it. “Gladly.” Brushing his lips over every inch of skin he uncovered, he glanced up at her. “What did you do to get Quinn all riled up this morning, honey?”
Kendra moaned, loving the feel of their rough, callused hands moving tenderly over her breasts. Her belly. Her abdomen. Her thighs.
She loved having all four of them looking at her with desire. Touching her as if they wanted to savor her.
Pleasure her.
What struck her the most was the affection in their eyes as they looked down at her, and their obvious satisfaction at the pleasure she got from their touch.
Aware of Quinn’s curses and hurried movements as he shoved his pants down and rolled on a condom, she gripped Mason and Grant. “I was just making breakfast.”
Quinn entered her with one powerful thrust, his eyes flaring at her soft cry of pleasure as he filled her. “I came down to find her dancing. Singing. Christ, she got me hot. Those eyes daring me to take her. So fucking tight.”
Grant leaned over her, his eyes steady and glittering with need as they held hers. Holding one of her hands in his, he ran the other over her breast. “Wait until she comes. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
She felt as if she had gone to heaven as Quinn thrust harder, his cock so hot and thick inside her that her inner walls had to stretch to accommodate him.
Her stomach muscles tightened under his hand, the rhythm of his deep thrusts and the slide of his thumb over her slick clit combining with the attention to her nipples and sending her into a world of white-hot lust.
“Oh, God!” It felt so good—so incredible to have their hands on her together. Each one of them had a unique way of touching her that allowed her to recognize their individual caresses, even with her eyes closed.
Each one of them somehow knew just where and how to touch her to send her senses into a tailspin, and seemed even more determined to drive her wild whenever they touched her together.
Quinn’s strokes to her clit and his demanding thrusts came harder and faster, his low groans thrilling her.
The sexually charged atmosphere became even more intense when Quinn growled, the animalistic sound sending a primitive thrill through her. “Look at you. You like having their hands on you while I fuck you, don’t you, baby?”
“Quinn!” Barrett’s voice lashed out like a whip, the warning and threat in it unmistakable.
Touched that Barrett rushed to protect her, but not about to let Quinn get the upper hand, Kendra fought to focus, biting back a cry when Mason tightened his fingers on her nipple. She tightened her legs around Quinn, facing him squarely as she reached back for Barrett. “Don’t kid yourself, baby. You like watching them touch me, too.”
Mason threw his head back and laughed. “Damn. She’s got you there.”
Slowing his strokes, Quinn released her clit, his smile pure sin. “Yeah, she gets braver when she’s aroused. I want to see her touching all of you. Pleasuring all of us while we pleasure her.”
Kendra’s moan seemed to come from her soul as the mental image of all of them naked and surrounding her rose in her mind.
Sliding his thumb over her clit, Quinn clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. “That excited her. Look at her. I’m going to enjoy seeing how far we can take her.”
Hands seemed to be everywhere at once, the pressure on her nipples, and the friction of Quinn’s thumb moving with exquisite tenderness over her clit making her tremble as every nerve ending in her body came to life.
She couldn’t hold back her cries as the tingling in her clit got stronger, the thrusts of Quinn’s cock making her thighs shake.
“Look at her.” Quinn’s voice sounded even deeper as he began to thrust faster. “She’s so fucking natural at this. I can’t wait to start working on her ass. Yeah, clench that pussy on me. You like the idea of me taking your ass, don’t you, baby? Hmm.”
He slowed his strokes again, his cock digging at a place inside her that pushed her closer to the edge. “One cock in your pussy and one in your ass.”
He thrust faster again, moving his thumb over her clit with a speed and pressure she had no chance of resisting, and between one ragged breath and the next, she went over.
“Yes. Oh, God! It feels so good. More!”
Caught up in the ecstasy, she was dimly aware of the voices of need and affection surrounding her as Mason, Barrett, and Grant smoothed their hands over her body.
The hands touching her, the lips that moved over her belly, her shoulder, her jaw, and the deep voices of praise made her feel adored as Quinn stilled, his cock pulsing his release inside her.
“Jesus.” Grant kissed her shoulder, the hint of wonder in his voice making her feel even more special. “She’s incredible.”
“Yeah, she is.” Quinn leaned over her and slid his hands under her shoulder blades. “Give her to me.” Still breathing heavily, he pulled her against him, cradling the back of her neck and silently urging her to lay her head on his shoulder.
Closing her eyes, she smiled at the feel of his heart beating frantically against her chest, gripping his arms with hands that shook.
He held her with more tenderness than she’d expected, his hands moving up and down her back, surprising her with his patience. Lifting his head, he pulled hers back, his eyes indulgent as he smiled down at her. “Demanding little thing when you’re aroused.”
Grant closed in behind her, rubbing her back. “Yeah, she is. I never wanted to cuddle afterward until I made love to her.”
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Holding her tightly against him, Quinn breathed in the scent of Kendra, bacon and sex. “What the hell are you doing to me?” Burying his face in her neck, he struggled to catch his breath.
He didn’t even care that the others heard him.
Kendra needed this from him, and that was all that mattered.
He’d seen the shimmer of insecurity in her eyes after she came, and knew that she needed to be comforted.
It surprised him that he needed to hold her, and to extend the closeness and intimacy just as much as she seemed to.
Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes, holding her close as Grant caressed her hair.
Searching her features, Quinn realized that her passion, and her inability to hold anything back left her feeling insecure.
Over time, she’d become more used to it, but he knew she would always need the time to settle afterward.
Time he would gladly give to her.
Rubbing her back, he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her, amazed, and a little alarmed that he didn’t want to let her go.
Grant had come to know him well, and knew his usual aversion to needy women. Meeting Quinn’s gaze, he smiled faintly. “Give her to me. She can sit on my lap while I have my coffee.”
Quinn tightened his hold, reluctant to release her. He rid himself of the condom, tossing it into the garbage from where he stood, not about to give one of the others a chance to steal her. “I’ve got her.” Aware of the others’ shock, he avoided their looks of amusement and buttoned her shirt, wishing she wore one of his instead of one of Barrett’s.
As soon as he dressed her, she started to reach for him, pulling her hand back at the last second. Her polite thanks infuriated him, especially when she avoided eye contact and braced herself to slide off of the island.
Gritting his teeth, he drew her legs around him, lifted her by the waist and carried her to the table. Lowering himself into his usual chair, he settled her on his lap. “Look at me.”
Kendra stared at him wide-eyed, her body still trembling.
Sliding his palm against her cheek, he slid his fingers into her silky hair and pulled her face to his. Staring into her eyes, and struck by the stunned delight in them, Quinn brushed his lips against hers, his chest swelling at her sharp intake of breath. “Don’t ever turn away from me like that again.”
Taking her mouth with a kiss that held the anger and possessiveness he felt toward her, he explored her mouth, vowing to himself that she’d never be able to turn away from him so easily again. Kissing her until the stiffness left her body and she slumped against him, he rubbed his hands up and down her back, delighting in the feel of her warm softness against him.
Lifting his head, he smiled at the slightly dazed look in her eyes, his chest swelling. “I want to hold you after sex just as much as you want to be held.”
Filled with satisfaction, he adjusted her more comfortably on his lap so that she could eat, and glanced up at Mason, who placed plates laden with food in front of them.
Meeting Mason’s look of surprise and amusement, Quinn scowled, running his hand over Kendra’s hip. “Go fuck yourself.”
Mason threw back his head and laughed, running a hand over Kendra’s hair before moving away.
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