by Decadent
Deke glanced up at Luc, sent him a warning expression and a nod. His cousin responded with a ghost of a smile, then strolled toward them.
Chapter Two
KIMBER shook, despite Deke’s huge hands on her shoulders, steadying her. Burning her.
The idea of two men seemed wild, daring—something out of a sexy novel. Now about to become her reality. Could she handle it? Could she accept it as a permanent part of her life?
Luc strode slowly in her direction, wearing a shark’s smile and a hungry stare. Excitement and erotic fear sucked the air out of her lungs. Deke was right: Words couldn’t possibly prepare her for the reality of these two men. He had barely touched her; Luc was still two feet away. The testosterone oozing in the room was already overloading her senses, making her brain buzz. Her nerves sizzled so hot, she trembled.
Being a virgin, Kimber was a bit intimidated. But not scared. Nervous . . . yes, but it wasn’t going to stop her. She had to know if she could be the woman Jesse needed, if she could deal with the touch of two men at once. Her calm was probably the result of being raised by mission-minded men. Fear wasn’t an option. Just do it.
But curiosity . . . yes. Suddenly. What would it be like to have Deke’s raw power and Luc’s playful finesse devoted to her pleasure at the same time? She burned to know that answer. Want churned in her belly, along with curiosity and fascination, to create a potent brew.
Stop. She swallowed, remembering why she was here. The answer to her question was irrelevant. It didn’t matter how Deke and Luc made her feel. She was here to learn for Jesse, so he would see her as a woman. Someone he could make his woman when he held her and shared her with . . . Who did he share with? Band members? Other fans? Jesse had refused to give her details about the sex life the tabloids all called lurid and beyond shocking.
Then Luc touched her, his hands sliding onto her hips. The question dissipated under the slow burn of his fingers as he gripped her gently and turned her back to Deke. Over her shoulder, her gaze collided with Luc’s. With his hold on her, he eased her against him, her back to his chest—his very healthy erection nudging her.
She barely had time to react with hot shock and a blistering curl of desire in her belly before Deke’s fingers tangled in her hair and he dragged her gaze back to his blue eyes, the mesmerizing color of barely washed denim.
“Kimber,” Deke growled. “You’re playing with fire, little girl. Get ready to burn.”
His fists tightened. Without further warning, he descended.
With one touch of his mouth, he breached and invaded her lips, dazzling her senses as he slid his tongue inside and dominated everything he touched. A languorous sweep, a lingering slide.
She’d expected Deke’s kiss to be harsh, to the point, with no concession to her inexperience. Not so. Hungry and demanding, yes. But good. So good. A wild tangle of lips and breaths and hunger.
Kimber had been kissed, but never like this. Never without hesitation or an invitation. Deke didn’t bother with either.
Suddenly, he retreated, leaving behind an ache she already couldn’t fight. Oh, God. And his taste. Spicy and male. Addicting. Kimber craved more.
In a single kiss, he stripped her defenses, turned her body inside out, stole her control.
His lips brushed hers again, and Kimber opened to him a little more. He sank in, deeper than before. He tasted, teased, withdrew. No! She needed more, and pressed her palms up the solid slabs of his chest, where she felt his heart beating wildly under her palm.
Deke rewarded her with another flirty caress of his lips, which melted over hers into a firm taking, a wild possession. Though she’d been expecting him, the spiced slide of his tongue still blindsided her defenses. Her hands rose from his chest to his hair. She tried to grab the very short strands with her fists and pull him closer, but his hair, like the man himself, was elusive. She craved. She clawed. Barely breathing, dizzy, she reveled as heat curled in her belly. Her nipples tightened. Wild. So good . . .
A hot palm curled around her arm and slid upward in an unhurried caress. Luc. She’d almost forgotten . . . But when he moved closer, the heat of his chest blanketing her back, his hardness still pressed against her backside, he became impossible to ignore.
With a sweep of his hand, he brushed the hair off her neck. The gentle press of his warm mouth and hot breath fell there next, like soft rain on sensitive skin. Sensations exploded, tingles skittered. She shivered, but Luc continued. Her ferocious response stimulated her senses right in concert with the soft, ragged demands of Deke’s kiss.
Strong hands slid up her ribs. Luc again. Teasing fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. Unexpected sensations bolted straight to her nipples, making them beyond hard. She moaned—right into Deke’s next kiss. He took the sound into his greedy mouth, tilting his head, positioning his lips over hers perfectly and delving deep for a long, lingering stay.
Kimber melted, mewled. She burned, just like Deke warned. As desire swamped her, her blood heated to blistering temperatures. And she ached. More. More!
Clutching her hips, Deke arched into her, pressing his impressive erection into her in a move deliciously suggestive of sex. It didn’t soothe her—only inflamed. She moaned.
Bending at the knees, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the ground. Kimber barely had time to gasp before he pushed her back into Luc, whose dick now pressed even tighter against her. But he wasn’t done . . .
Deke tore off her pants and her thong, then spread her legs, holding them wide with his huge hands. Luc helped him by supporting her knees in the crooks of his arms, which held her open to his cousin. Heart pounding so fast she couldn’t hear anything but its frantic beating, Kimber watched as Deke looked at her, all spread out like a living, breathing invitation before him, those dark blue eyes shimmering with scorching heat.
He paused, waited. Stared. Drove her crazy with anticipation and broiling want.
“Deke . . .”
“Keep her open,” he told Luc.
Then he slipped between her spread thighs and notched his denim-covered cock right against her wet folds. Intimately. At the contact, her clit jumped, then pulsed greedily. Deke grabbed her hips, taking her from Luc’s grip. He wrapped her legs around his hips and he rocked against her again. Kimber cried out. Masturbation was never this sharp or intense. Decadent. Overwhelming.
Before she could assimilate or think beyond their next touch, Luc’s hands slid from her rib cage to her abdomen, then up. Straight up. He enveloped her breasts in his hot palms. Kimber melted on a long moan. His thumbs and forefingers pinched her gently, but the jolt of desire jumped all the way to her clit. Her nipples sprang to painful tightness at his touch, and he rasped at them with his thumbs.
It took Kimber a moment to realize that Deke was watching Luc fondle her, his stare nearly black with hunger. A quick glance up, and those burning eyes promised to devour her. Thick need slid through her belly, punching her gut with a sharp spear of arousal.
“It’s got to come off.” He reached for the bottom button of her shirt with one hand.
“Now,” Luc agreed, and together, they set her on the counter.
A moment later, Luc grasped the top button and tore into it. Male hands worked at her little buttons, cursing, exposing her to their devouring gazes so rapidly, she could barely assimilate. She watched, dazed, her skin too tight on her aching body until all the buttons came free of their moorings. As Luc pulled the shirt off one shoulder, Deke peeled it off the other and raised his gaze to hers.
Intense. Ferocious. Determined. A fist of desire clenched in her belly, closing off air, rational thought . . .
With his hot breath on her neck making her shiver, Deke reached behind her and unclasped her bra in a single pinch of his fingers. Oh my! Oh, damn. Stark naked. This was getting serious. And overwhelming . . . felt too wonderful. She couldn’t stop. Not yet. Soon . . .
“Oh!” she cried as Deke’s mouth covered one breast, teeth lightly scraping her ni
pple until tingles screamed along the nerve endings between her breasts . . . all the way to her begging clit. The sensation doubled when Luc pinched the other sensitive nub at the same time he nudged her lips apart and leaned in for a kiss.
He more than kissed; he seduced without words. Luc was an artist, a master. He didn’t rush or demand. He cajoled, toyed, promised with a hot sweep of his tongue, only to back away and leave her needing. His kiss alone would be enough to make her lose her head and melt like hot wax. Coupled with the erection against her thigh, the sensations were downright combustive.
Deke continued to lave her nipple, switching to the other, pushing Luc’s fingers away to take the sensitive bud inside with a hard suck, a gentle bite, a flat-tongued lick, at the same moment he pressed that iron-hard ridge of flesh right against throbbing clit.
This time, Luc’s mouth absorbed her cries. The hot tease of his kiss took the sound and asked for more. And she gladly surrendered another gasp when Deke nudged her in just the right spot again while suckling her nipple with a hard ferocity. Then Luc moved in for the kill, a kiss of soft demand that infused her with a sublime jolt of pleasure. Her lips tingled when they backed away to take harsh breaths. A line of electric pleasure darted between her breasts and her vagina, lighting up her entire body.
“You’re like sugar on my tongue,” Luc praised, nuzzling her neck, one thumb scraping the distended nipple still wet from Deke’s sucking. “Sweet as you dissolve.”
That talented mouth swept across her jaw, over her cheek, pausing to seize her lips again and sink deep. He inflamed with his kiss, sending her hotter, higher, silently promising each time he touched her that he’d deliver satisfaction—in his time. In his way.
To add to the mounting sensations, Deke continued to ride her clit in steady, friction-furious strokes, igniting everything from the waist down. He pinched her nipples, twisted, turned, engorging them further, lifting her senses high. When she panted and clutched at Deke’s arms and swore she might come, he backed away. Luc did the same.
Kimber cried out in frustration.
Deke flashed her a merciless smile and scraped her sensitive nipple. “You want more, kitten?”
He was toying with her. They were. But at the moment, Kimber didn’t care. She’d never felt anything like the pleasure Luc and Deke were saturating her with. Sensations were like quicksand, drowning her. The more she writhed, the faster she went under. And she loved it.
“Please.” The word slipped out of her mouth on a pant.
Luc slanted one of his devastating kisses across her mouth in his next breath. Deke continued his rhythmic friction of his cock against her clit, the merciless nips of his mouth at her nipples.
Every time they touched her, fresh sensations poured over her like warm honey—that quickly became liquid-hot lightning. She was floating, sinking, begging . . .
“More.” The word slipped out, breathy and urgent.
Deke kissed his way up from her breasts, breathing over her neck. She shivered, and Luc pinned her with another haunting kiss. The man’s mouth seemed to say with every swipe of his tongue that he wanted something only she could give him. Deceptive, but oh so effective. Once he got his mouth on a woman, Kimber bet they never said no.
As wonderful as it was, when Deke nibbled on her earlobe and wrapped his arms around her, the sensation was even more intense. She arched into his hard-hewn chest, suddenly hating his shirt—any shirt— that stood between his skin and hers.
Kimber had never imagined that she could so badly want a man she thought annoyed her so much. But she did. Why?
“What more do you want?” Deke’s silky whisper slid down her spine, then seemed to caress the very wet spot that ached most for him.
How did he do that? With just a whisper, how did the sound seem to go straight to her clit?
Luc lifted his head to hear her answer.
“It feels so good . . .” was all she could whisper in return.
She doubted she could give either of them any details they didn’t know for themselves.
“It can be better,” Luc whispered into her other ear.
Better? God help me . . .
Usually, Kimber was made of stronger stuff. The only sort of contest she’d never won at least once against her brothers was a pissing contest. Pain, drinking, speed, endurance—she’d beat them at least once.
Yet this pleasure was crushing her will.
“If you want more, we’ll give it to you. I want to lay you facedown on the kitchen table and watch Luc eat your pussy while you suck me off.”
Through pleasure-hazed eyes, Kimber glanced at the kitchen table. She could picture the scene. Too easily. She’d never given a man a blow job, but she’d try. In fact, she’d love to make Mr. Tough weak at the knees. And if Luc’s kiss was heaven, she could only imagine how fabulous he would be with oral sex.
But the challenging tone of Deke’s words bothered her. Did he still think she was afraid?
“Okay,” she whispered.
“You’d better wait to hear all you’re agreeing to.”
“Deke,” Luc cut in, frowning.
The hunk and a half of blond muscle stopped him with a raised hand. “She should hear everything.”
Zeroing in on her again, Deke grabbed her cheeks and forced her gaze to his. “Then I want to take you to bed and watch Luc sink balls deep into your pussy while you gasp and scream and come. While he’s at it, I’ll work into your sweet little ass so we can both fuck you. Together. Hard. All night. Until you’re sore and wrung out and exhausted.”
Heat and alarm tore through her at once. The idea appealed in a forbidden way. She’d never really fantasized about two men . . . but she just might now. These two could give pleasure, no doubt. But she wanted to preserve her virginity—no matter how badly her body ached otherwise.
And still, something about Deke’s words bothered her. He sounded like he wanted to just . . . use her. Like she could be any woman he picked up in a bar and brought home for a quickie.
“Then we’ll fuck you again,” Deke went on in his smoky voice. “Sleep an hour and fuck you once more, so hard and deep you won’t walk or sit for a week. How about it, kitten? Wanna say yes now?”
The look on his face was pure predator. He wanted. To fuck. Nothing more. He could give a shit about helping her.
She swallowed, trying to process through desire and anger and confusion. Separate fact from emotion. Dad had taught her that. From where she stood, Deke looked like an asshole, proving that maybe first impressions were right.
“I came to you with a genuine request for a favor, and you act like you’re just looking for an easy lay you can abuse.”
Deke shrugged. “Favor . . . fuck. It’s the same thing in this situation. If you can keep up with Luc and me for a night, you might be ready for whatever your pretty singer can dish out. You game?”
“First, I plan to keep my virginity for Jesse. I told you that.”
“Fine. Guess your ass and your jaw will be extra sore, but I can live without pussy. How ’bout you, Luc?”
Kimber flipped her gaze to the tall, dark, seductive one. He paused a long moment. “I’d never take anything Kimber didn’t want to give.”
“See?” Deke sent her a tight smile. “So it’s all settled. Hop up on the table.”
She watched him settle his fingers around the top button of his jeans and, with a flick of his wrist, open it, revealing a hint of the bare golden skin of his rippling abdomen.
Nerves set in. Bullshit. They bit her like a pack of half-starved wolves, nipping mercilessly at her bravado. He just . . . expected her to hop up on the table like she was offering herself up for an afternoon snack? He thought she’d just spread her legs and shove his dick in her mouth and—no.
She hadn’t come here for happily-ever-after. But she’d thought they would explain how this sort of sex worked. If there was touching involved, that they’d go slow, make sure she was comfortable. That pleasure would be something s
he’d give and receive. Not be crude, rude, and try to scare her off.
Kimber understood Deke’s point about words not sufficing. But now that her body was cooling—more with every word he spoke—logic was reasserting itself.
“Second,” she went on, “I don’t like your attitude. You act like I could be anyone. Like, as long as I have a . . . wet hole of some variety that you can get into, you’re going to be happy.”
Deke paused, seeming to think it over. “That’s pretty accurate. You get to learn. We get to come. It’s a win-win. Get on the table.”
Now he thought he was going to order her around?
Kimber watched as Deke reached for his zipper. Luc ripped his shirt off over his head and threw it on the floor, exposing swirls of dark chest hair and miles of firm olive-skinned muscle.
Her frantic heartbeat and wild breathing signaled something deeper. Fear. Yeah, there it was now. Vicious and unrelenting. No matter what her father had taught her, this wasn’t going to simply be pushed aside. She couldn’t keep going forward in the face of it. If she let them, they’d lay her out, use every part of her damn near to exhaustion, then send her on her way without a backward glance. They’d overwhelm her and expect her to keep up. They’d be fast and furious. Strike, pound, fuck. Luc might care that she was inexperienced, maybe; she didn’t know him well enough to say for sure. Deke had made it perfectly clear that he only saw it as the loss of pussy, and he’d work around it.
Bastard!
She grabbed her clothes from the counter, hopped into her pants, and slung her shirt over her breasts. She clutched her undergarments like a lifeline. “I came to you for a favor.”
Damn, she hated the trembling in her voice.
“And we’ve got two hard cocks ready to grant your favor,” Deke assured. “You scratch our backs, we’ll scratch yours. Get on the table.”
“No. I came to you because I thought”—she shook her head—“you were always a bastard to me when you worked for Dad, always aloof. But you never seemed heartless and mercenary. Was I ever wrong.”
Luc stepped forward. “Kimber—”
