Her Vigilante Passion

by Her Vigilante Passion (lit)

  Lara’s body tensed in Luke’s arms at Adam’s use of the word share. Luke realized, despite her recent spunk, uncertainty continued to rage a war inside her. So much remained unsaid between them, but he suspected she needed more than words now. Lucky for him, because he couldn’t give her words. Not ones of the sweet, tender varieties in any case.

  “It’s pretty simple really, little brother.” Luke pushed his body against Lara, forcing her to step backward until she bumped into Adam. He took both her wrists in his hands and guided her arms up and around Adam’s neck. He released her slowly, using an intent gaze rather than words to order her to stay.

  “Sometimes our little spitfire needs a firm hand.” He let his hands glide down her arms, marveling in the way her breaths grew quicker as his fingers danced along the inner flesh of her elbow. “She needs a little direction on the proper ways to speak to a man.” His attentions reached the curve of her armpit. He bit back a grin when she squirmed as his fingertips tickled the sensitive flesh.

  “Luke?” She gasped his name, the sound equal parts plea and question.

  Luke smiled. He kissed the tip of her nose at the same time, covering her breasts with his palms. “Didn’t I tell you I mean to teach you a thing or two about talking to a man?”

  Her chest thrust forward, filling his hands with warm, pliant flesh. “Please.”

  “Please? Well, now, honey, that’s a good start.” He dragged the pads of his thumbs over her taut nipples, eliciting a moan that sounded remarkably close to another plea from her luscious lips. “Asking for what you want instead of demanding it might be a nice change for you.” He slipped his hands beneath her breasts, lifting one as he dipped his head for a taste. He drew a nipple between his teeth, gave it a pressured but gentle bite, and felt his dick come close to explosion when her body jerked against him.

  “Just a guess, but I think she wants more of that.”

  Luke shot a glance at his brother, noting the other man’s glazed eyes and gruff tone. Between them, Lara wiggled, slithering like a snake in search of Luke’s touch. He realized then that Adam’s hands were splayed on Lara’s pelvis, his fingers buried in the blond curls concealing her clit.

  “Is he right, Lara?” He caught her right nipple between his teeth and treated it to the same tenderly forceful bite he did the left. The sound of her sucking a breath through clenched teeth delighted him. “You have to answer me, sweetheart.”

  “Yes! I mean, oh, Luke. Oh, God!”

  He chuckled. “I’m no God, but I’ll take you as close to heaven as I can.”

  “Teasing me isn’t the path to heaven.” Her head fell back, lolling from side to side on Adam’s shoulder, her lips pursed in an O of pleasure.

  Luke met his brother’s gaze and lifted a brow in question. Adam looked sheepish. Luke glanced down to see Adam’s hand working Lara’s pelvis. He gathered Adam had found her clit through her soft curls.

  “Ah, but it is.” He shook his head at Adam, an almost imperceptible movement, but Adam’s hand stilled. Lara’s head came up so fast she nearly hit Luke in the chin.

  “You’re being unfair, Luke Stonewell.” She turned her head and pinned Adam with a narrow-eyed glare. “And you’re letting him.”

  Adam licked his lips as if preparing to deny or argue, but shrugged instead. “There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.”

  Luke threw back his head and laughed. “My little brother, always ready with the quote to dazzle the lady.”

  “Do I look dazzled?” Lara growled through gritted teeth. Her eyes narrowed to little more than slits as she continued to glare at Adam. “I doubt your hero Shakespeare intended that line to be fit in any such situation as this.”

  “One never knows the meaning of a true playwright’s heart.”

  Luke stifled another chuckle as he slowly sank to his knees. He leaned in to trail the tip of his tongue on a path down her front as he descended. That shut her up, he thought in amusement as whatever she started to say to Adam dissolved in another of her dick-torturing moans.

  “Have I found the passage to your heaven yet, Miss Franklin?” One of Adam’s hands returned to her hip, the other staying on her pelvis to spread her labia for Luke’s tongue. The first taste of her sticky sweet heat made him growl like a wounded beast. Wounded because deep down he knew he didn’t deserve to be feasting on a treat as delicious and delicate as this. Still, he couldn’t deny himself this opportunity any more than he managed to deny himself anything since his return to Wildwood.

  “Answer him, Lara.”

  Adam surprised Luke with the harshness of his command. Damned if his little brother didn’t have a bit of spine in him after all. Luke eased back from Lara’s pussy, tormenting himself with the need to continue his explorations as he awaited her answer.

  “Not quite,” she said breathlessly, “but you might be on the right track.”

  Glory be to God, Luke loved this woman. Even in the throes of mounting passion, she didn’t lose her spirit. Teasing her, toying with her, and teaching her would be more fulfilling than he ever imagined.

  “Let me know if I get warmer, okay?” He leaned in again, this time tracing the V where her pelvis and hip met with the tip of his tongue as he slowly pushed to his feet.

  “Wh–what are you doing?” She jerked and squirmed, but Adam held her fast. Her arms, no longer locked around Adam’s neck, came down, and her hands found purchase on Luke’s shoulders. She pushed, but rather than kneeling again, he continued to stand. “That path leads to the Arctic, cowboy. You were closer down there.”

  She wasn’t kidding. The gaze that met his as he straightened could freeze the Sahara. Luke caught her face in his hands and brushed a kiss to her lips. “It’s not for you to worry about satisfying us, pretty girl.” Her eyes grew wide for an instant before she averted her gaze, looking past him at a point he couldn’t see.

  “It’s our job to satisfy you.” Adam nuzzled his face in her hair so Luke couldn’t see his brother’s expression, but he heard the vow in Adam’s tone.

  “I’m not feeling very satisfied at the moment.”

  Luke stifled more laughter at Lara’s snippy words.

  “What would you have us do about that?” Adam asked, surprising Luke with the question even though he'd been about to ask the very same thing. Wasn’t Adam the one who thought Lara needed taming? He said so often enough growing up. Her blunt speak and brash actions made Adam blush like a virgin. Apparently his brother had done a bit of changing in the two years since Luke left Wildwood.

  “Fuck me, darn it.” The words rumbled from her chest on an animalistic growl Luke didn’t know a woman could make.

  He tsked. “There you go again with that language. Didn’t I promise to teach you better?” As he spoke, he reached between hers and Adam’s bodies and found her ass in the tight grip of his palms. Her eyes flew open, and memory and knowledge lit up in their depths.

  “You wouldn’t.” Her challenge held a hint of excited fear.

  Luke lifted a brow. “Wouldn’t I?” He shifted his gaze to Adam’s. “I promised our Lara I would take a belt to her soft little rump as soon as I found the time.”

  Adam surprised him yet again when he simply nodded. “Is now the time?”

  Lara wriggled, perhaps to get free of their hold. She succeeded only in driving his cock wild by gyrating her belly against his shaft. “Adam, don’t let him spank me. You just said the job fell on you to satisfy me. Treating me like an unruly child isn’t a way to satisfy a lady.”

  “When you don’t act like a lady, why should we treat you like one?” Luke countered. He stared into her eyes, not missing the low burn of anticipatory thrill deep within them. She might struggle and argue out of habit, but she wanted what he promised her. He felt no doubt about that.

  “Luke, please.” Her voice shook, but the words held an underlining request he didn’t expect to hear.

  “Why do I get the feeling you’re asking to be spanked?”

  She
gulped and then jerked her chin into the air. “I would never ask for such a thing.”

  Oh, yes you will.

  Luke drove a hand into the hair at her nape and fisted it. She asked what kind of game he played. The time had come to show her.

  “Get on your knees.” He used his hold on her head to push her down, leaving her little choice but to obey. Adam moved a step back, his gaze locked on Luke’s face, obviously waiting to see what Luke intended to do. “Since you won’t ask for what you want, you’ll put that sassy mouth to use in other ways.” He grabbed his shaft in his other fist and poised the head at her lips. “Open for my cock, Lara. You’re going to suck it for me while I decide how to make you behave like a lady.”

  Chapter Six

  Adam watched Lara’s lips part to take the head of Luke’s cock into her mouth, and for the first time in his life, he wanted more than anything to be his brother. He couldn’t say why the desire hit him with the force of a physical blow. He long ago lost count of how many times Lara sucked his cock. Luke couldn’t know it, but he hit on Lara’s greatest satisfaction with that command. Still, as Luke’s dick disappeared in Lara’s mouth, Adam’s cock ached with jealousy.

  He rarely allowed himself to be so forceful with her. He preferred to treat her with compassion and tenderness rather than with such reckless abandon. She enjoyed it, though. That much became obvious when she began to moan. The noises her mouth made around Luke’s cock, sucking, slurping. Sweet Jesus, she sounded as if she enjoyed the grandest meal of her life.

  “Son of a bitch.” Luke groaned as Lara’s head dipped farther, obviously taking his cock deeper down her throat. He locked gazes with Adam out of heavy-lidded eyes. “You didn’t warn me how good she is at this.”

  Adam felt his lips twitch. “You didn’t ask.”

  “She’s making my damned knees weak.”

  “She’ll do that. Watch, you’ll be falling next if you aren’t careful.” Adam knew that from experience. He’d scarred his knee on a rock once after collapsing while Lara’s lips were wrapped around his dick.

  “Thanks for telling me.” Luke sucked an audible breath through his teeth as his eyes closed.

  Adam looked away, gritting his teeth over words that sprang to his tongue, oaths he knew he shouldn’t be thinking, let alone putting to voice. He never thought to feel this way, to be unable to watch his brother and Lara together. He’d known it would be this way from the start, accepted it as truth long ago, and even ached for it after Luke left Wildwood.

  Careful what you wish for. His pa said it often enough. Be grateful for what you’ve got, son, and mind what you think you want.

  Christ almighty, he always appreciated what he possessed. He felt even more blessed since Luke’s return. So why did he feel like a noose tightened around his heart every time he looked down to see Lara feasting on Luke’s cock?

  Lara angled her head. The new position caused her hair to fall over her face, shielding her pleasured expression from his view. Adam averted his gaze only to collide with Luke’s intent, heavy-lidded stare.

  “Easier to talk about it, to plan it, than it is to see it happen, isn’t it, little brother?” Luke’s voice sounded tight with barely restrained control and a hint of apology. His hand caressed the top of Lara’s head as she set a smooth rhythm sucking his cock.

  Perceptive son of a bitch.

  Adam scowled. He didn’t answer. What could he say? Perhaps talking about it before Lara came of age had been easier than acting on it now. That didn’t change the facts. Lara craved things Adam couldn’t give her, things like the dominate commands and reckless touches Luke provided. On the other hand, she looked to Adam for the tenderness and passion Luke didn't often give. Even if none of that were true, they loved her, and she loved them. That alone mattered if nothing else did.

  “Lara, ah, God, pretty girl, time to stop.” Luke pulled at Lara’s head, chuckling when she attempted to chase after his cock as he eased away.

  She sat back on her heels and glared up at Luke. Adam couldn’t see her expression from his place behind her. He didn’t have to. He knew her well enough to know she would be pouting right about now. Sure enough, when she spoke, it rang in her voice.

  “I wasn’t finished.”

  “Don’t I know it?” Luke barked a breathless laugh. “But I believe Adam is getting a bit jealous.”

  Lara slowly turned to look up at Adam. Surprise twisted her beautiful features. “Adam?” She made his name a question, her eyes narrowing in obvious confusion.

  Adam sank to his knees and pulled her into his arms, unable to keep his hands off her a second longer. “I’m sorry.” He brushed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m being stupid. I know it.”

  “I thought you wanted this.” She stiffened in his arms, pulling back to look at him. “You said this is how it is supposed to be.”

  “I know.” Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. How to explain the natural male reaction of jealously to a woman? If he saw her with anyone other than Luke he knew he would go nuts. “I didn’t lie. I can handle this. I do want this, Lara.” He pushed a stray hair behind her ear, letting his gaze dance over her angelic face. “I just need a minute.”

  “I think that’s fair, seeing as he got two years alone with you.” Luke kneeled beside them. He ran a hand down the back of Lara’s head, petting her in a gesture that exhibited his love. “It’s an adjustment. If we’d taken you together from the start as we meant to, things would be different. It didn’t work out that way. You belonged to him and only him for a long time now.”

  “No.” Lara reached for Luke, cupping the side of his face with one hand as she cupped the side of Adam’s face with the other. “I’ve always belonged to both of you.”

  “That you have.” Adam turned his face in to her touch, grazing a kiss to her palm.

  “Lie back, Adam. Let me climb on top of you.”

  Adam glanced at Luke. “Aren’t you forgetting—?”

  “I’m not forgetting anything.” Lara pushed at his shoulders until he lay back on the grass as she bid. “I’m testing. I believe I am the one who feared not being able to satisfy you both. Allow me to see that I can.”

  Adam caught her hips as she straddled his waist. He loved having her on top, reveled in the sight of her hair falling around her face as she gazed down at him through passion-glazed eyes. “Though last, not least in love,” he whispered, and his heart swelled at the smile that unfolded on her lips.

  “Oh, brother, here he goes again,” Luke grumbled, making them all laugh.

  * * * *

  “I like that he does that so stop teasing him, Luke Stonewell.” Lara’s attempt to scold got lost somewhere in a moan as the tip of Adam’s cock tickled her pussy lips. Her body felt on fire from her throbbing breasts to her sopping pussy and every point in between. “I like, oh, oh.”

  “What is it you like, Lara?” The head of Adam’s cock parted her labia, and she lost all train of thought. “You’re so wet, woman, smooth and warm like the petals of a rose in the summer sun.”

  “That,” Lara managed on a ragged breath. Her eyes closed of their own volition as she relaxed her legs on either side of Adam’s hips, letting her body sink another half inch onto his fully erect cock. His hold on her waist prevented her from taking his dick inside her weeping channel to the hilt the way she so desperately wanted. “Your lovely words, your gentle hand, all of it.” Her head fell back as he lowered her a little more, giving his full length to her in gradual increments that threatened to drive her to the brink of madness. When he stilled her again with the tightening of his grip on her flesh, she opened her eyes to find Luke standing over her.

  “Luke.” She mouthed his name, but didn’t think she actually said it aloud. Pleasure spiked in her womb, mingling with the love that swelled in her heart and rendering her unable to finish her thought. Another came on its heels instead, one she knew would bring a smile to Luke’s intent lips. “I’ll still never ask to be spanked.”

>   Sure enough, Luke smiled. It started slow, the corner of his sexy lips inching up until an arrogant grin that screamed of confidence and promise lit his handsome face. “Oh, you will, pretty girl.”

  His tone rang with the promise she saw in his smile. Her butt cheeks flamed as if already hit by the strap of his belt. A belt, she noted absently, that she didn’t see now. She should’ve felt relieved by that. Instead, a sliver of disappointment moved through her.

  “Just not today.” Luke closed the distance between them, reaching down to fist his hand in her hair. “I believe you have a job to finish, Miss Franklin.”

  Excitement danced though Lara as he turned her head, held her still, and nudged her lips with his cock. She saw him glance at Adam, then he thrust his cock between her lips. The movement forced her mouth to open at the same time Adam slowly pulled her body down, sheathing his remaining length in her aching channel. She closed her eyes as pleasure the likes of which she’d never before felt ricocheted through her at having two cocks in her respective openings. Hands gripped her hair, her breasts, and her hips. She lost track of whose hand might be where in the throes of the first orgasm that slammed into her from out of nowhere.

  “Ah, that’s it. Suck it, Lara.” Luke fed his cock to her, setting a brisk rhythm she didn’t harbor a prayer of controlling as her body convulsed with the force of the pleasure tearing from her very soul.

  Staying upright while her body bucked from inside out proved to be a challenge. She reached around Luke, her hand finding a sure grip on his ass. The muscles beneath her palm flexed with each piercing thrust of his cock into her mouth. She splayed her other hand on the flat ridges of Adam’s abdomen, marveling in the ripple of the muscles there that quaked in his obvious struggle to hold off his own release.

  Mindless, on a race to oblivion, Lara sucked Luke’s cock with reckless abandon as Adam defied speed, leisurely drawing out her orgasm. Adam’s hold on her hip pushed her up and eased her back down in gradual strokes that buried his dick balls deep inside the clinging depths of her pussy. Luke’s low growl dimly registered in her consciousness before his hot semen bathed her mouth and throat. She swallowed, drinking the salty, sweet liquid drop for drop as her fingers dug into the flesh of Adam’s abdomen. Only when Luke pulled away, his cock slipping from her hungry lips, did she open her eyes. Her gaze fell on Adam lying beneath her, his face awash with fascination, intense concentration, and a deep set love that wound around her heart.