Shayla Black - [Wicked Lovers 02]

by Decadent

  Her poor little nipples had to be sore. And he tried to be gentle. Difficult when the sweet tips just kept getting harder against his tongue. Every time he laved, sucked, or nipped at her, they hardened more.

  “You guys are so good,” she moaned.

  Yeah, her voice was losing its starch. It sounded low, a little scratchy. Perfect.

  As much as he enjoyed the hard berries tipping her breasts, he was dying for a real taste of her.

  Glancing his way down her body, he was startled to see Luc’s hand between her thighs, her hips surging in search of his cousin’s teasing touch. With a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, he watched as her breath grew harsh. Her panting filled the room. Luc continued to taunt her with his fingers, brushing over her clit, sinking into her channel, caressing the pouting lips around her sex, delving deep inside her sex to rub her G-spot without mercy.

  Deke smelled her, peaches, brown sugar, musk. It drove him insane. Impatience strangled him.

  “Hurry the fuck up and get her off.”

  Without breaking stride, Luc raised a brow. “I’m having fun.”

  “This isn’t about you.”

  “It isn’t about you, either. It’s about keeping her mind elsewhere.”

  “Oh, trust me. I will.”

  Luc paused. Kimber whimpered, writhed.

  “You want to be inside her again?”

  No shit. “Among other things,” Deke answered.

  “Stop talking and do it!” she demanded between rough breaths.

  His cousin responded to her command by reapplying himself to his task. Deke watched, aroused beyond belief. God, she was gorgeous. Those rosy cheeks, parted lips, eyes drowsy with need. Men had written sonnets about women like her, and now he knew why. But she wasn’t just beautiful. She was ballsy, too. She walked her own road. Deke respected that. Understood it. She didn’t cringe from his profession—or get turned on by it. He’d had both sorts of women before and couldn’t get into either. Kimber . . . she was just her, and she took everything in stride. Sure, she had emotional moments, but she didn’t fall apart. Silk with a steel backbone—that was his woman.

  His.

  Deke swooped down and plundered her mouth with a desperate kiss. She opened to him, mewling. His lips vibrated with the sound. His cock throbbed in response.

  The impatience to have her taste on his tongue again bombarded him. He broke off the kiss and whispered in her ear, “Come for Luc, kitten.”

  She gave him a shaky nod and raised her hips, not quite there . . . but close.

  He pushed her closer to the cliff. “That ache building? Burning? Yeah,” he answered for her. “And the minute you let go, I’m going to get down there and lap you up. He’s just making you nice and juicy for me.” He nipped at her lobe. “Once I get down there, you’ll give me more cream, right?”

  “Yes. Yes!” she shouted as her body bowed in climax. She thrust her head back, arching her neck, pushing the red peaks of her breasts into the air as she wailed out satisfaction.

  Luc was on her nipples in an instant, sucking, squeezing . . .

  Just to make sure Kimber didn’t think about her troubles any time soon, Deke reached into his pocket and dangled the clamps in Luc’s face. “Know what these are?”

  Luc’s hungry gaze fastened on them, and he grabbed them from Deke’s hand excitedly, like a kid with a new toy.

  “I thought you might.” Deke grinned at his cousin.

  Then he kissed his way down Kimber’s body.

  Deke didn’t tease her or make her wait. He spared her that. Or maybe he spared himself, so damn eager for her taste again and those sweet little hitching breaths she made when arousal began to take her.

  Bending her knees, Deke parted her with his thumbs and dove into her rich cream. Hmm. And he took her with his mouth, holding her thighs wide, throwing his shoulders into it with every lash of his tongue. Life didn’t get much better than this moment.

  Suddenly, she stiffened and gasped—not all from pleasure. With a pissed glower, he lifted his head to watch her adjusting to the clamps biting into her nipples.

  “They look more vicious than they are,” Luc assured. “Give her two minutes.”

  He looked at his cousin reluctantly, then turned his attention to Kimber. “This hurting you too much, kitten?”

  Her eyes drifted open, edgy . . . but heavy with arousal. She bit her lip, holding in a cry.

  “Kitten?”

  “Inside me,” she gasped. “Get inside me now.”

  He frowned, then licked his way from slit to clit. “But I wasn’t finished—”

  “Now!”

  Kimber was demanding when she was horny. Deke loved it.

  Crawling up the bed, up her body, he slid inside her in one smooth stroke that had her groaning so long and loud, the sound went to his balls and squeezed. Apparently, it did the same to Luc. He cursed.

  “Yeesss.” Kimber watched him with a serious fuck-me stare.

  Deke was totally happy to oblige.

  Before he could get down to business, she shot Luc a demanding stare. “Over here.” She gazed at the spot on the mattress beside her.

  Luc quickly complied—and she rewarded him by turning her head, parting her lips, and taking his cock to the back of her throat.

  The sight tortured Deke—with both resentment and arousal. The sublime look of ecstasy on his cousin’s face wasn’t something he could pretend didn’t exist.

  Deke knew exactly why he engaged in ménage. But not for the first time, he wondered what Luc got out of the arrangement. He would—and did—fuck women on his own. But he’d insisted for years that he wouldn’t marry one, wouldn’t be just a couple with a woman. He wanted a committed triad, had long sought a woman both he and Deke could happily share. Why?

  Kimber whimpered.

  “Take her,” Luc instructed. “Fill her.”

  God, his voice was so solemn, as if . . . it meant something to him beyond great sex.

  Was he in love with Kimber, too?

  Likely, yes. But Deke couldn’t pursue that now, not when she lifted her hips to him, tightened, and desire shot up his cock in the form of pure, liquid need.

  He reared back, plunged in, cranked up on the feel of her around him. Damn, she was silky perfect. He’d never known anything like this, like her. And he’d bet his soul he never would again.

  Deke gave to her, everything he had—pumping, filling, sweating, stroking. The urge to come snuck up on him, tightening his balls. He gritted his teeth. She was going first, damn it. If he had to bite his way through his tongue to keep himself from coming, he’d make sure she found satisfaction before he did.

  Luc fisted her hair in his hands. The angle had to hurt her neck, and yet she just kept deep-throating him.

  “Yes. Yes. God, yes!” Luc started to chant.

  Deke related perfectly.

  Kimber moaned in return, lifted to him, swelled, tightened, rippled.

  Oh, holy mother of—there was no fighting the tidal wave of sensation that ripped across his senses, stripping him of defenses. He thrust into her, stroke after single-minded stroke. And she met him.

  Despite teetering on the edge of madness himself, Luc watched her hold her breath, tremble. Just as she started to shudder, he unclamped her nipples.

  She screamed.

  Then her pussy undulated around him like nothing he’d ever felt, not just encouraging him to come, but demanding it. Deke surrendered— sweat, need, love.

  Somewhere in the middle, he heard Luc’s shout of satisfaction, and Deke found himself desperate, determined to get deeper inside her. He thrust up against her womb as the last of his seed spilled.

  And he gave his very soul to her.

  TWO hours later, Kimber was sulking in the bedroom. Not the most mature behavior she realized. Screw maturity though; she was worried about her dad and pissed that Luc and Deke weren’t driving her to the hospital.

  Okay, so those make-her-panties-melt men were right—rushing of
f to the hospital might be dangerous. But now that they’d finished distracting her, reality rushed back, and she was scared; this was her dad. After talking to Logan, she was scared all over again. Terrified she’d lose her only remaining parent and a man she loved so much, afraid she’d experience more of the nightmares she’d had each night since the explosion, anxious that there was actually someone after her.

  None of that changed her wants, however. She wanted to go to the hospital and visit her father. See him. Touch him. Say good-bye . . . just in case.

  Deke and Luc were hardly letting her go to the bathroom without escort.

  To make matters worse, she couldn’t hate them for it. They had her safety in mind, she knew. And they knew how to give a girl mind-bending pleasure. And after . . . Deke had wrapped her tight in his arms and held her while she cried out of release, anger, frustration, fear.

  How could she be pissed about his cautious approach to a hospital visit when he acted like he cared so much?

  “Want some lunch?” Luc said softly from the bedroom doorway.

  “No.”

  He shuffled into the room and placed soft hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, you have to eat. You skipped breakfast.”

  “It slipped my mind.”

  Luc cleared his throat. “You’ve been upset for a while. You’re tearing me up. Can’t you cut an old man some slack?”

  Old man. She snorted. Yeah, he might be pushing thirty-five, but Luc was prime.

  “I’ll throw in an apple crisp with brandy butter for dessert.”

  Oh, the man knew how to play dirty. But she was going to stay strong. Besides, every time she thought back to her dad lying in a hospital bed, connected to IVs, tubes, and monitors, her empty stomach nearly heaved. She could only imagine the results if she filled her stomach with Luc’s rich cooking.

  Stubbornly, she shook her head.

  More footsteps. She turned to find Deke shouldering his cousin aside and stepping into the room. He braced his hands on his hips. “Here’s the deal. You eat some lunch, at least something light that will help you keep your energy up, then we’ll talk.”

  “About what? We’ve already conversed today—twice—in the language you’re most fluent in: Fuckese.”

  Deke fought a smile. “You probably meant that as a slur, but somehow I’m complimented.”

  “You would be,” she muttered.

  “See, Morgan, I told you, she’s terrible company.”

  Kimber turned her head around so quickly, she nearly got dizzy. Yep, there stood Morgan Cole, the wife of one of Deke’s best friends, a woman she knew he had taken to bed. And Deke imagined that she wanted Morgan’s company? Even without knowing that her man and the gorgeous redhead had played hide-the-salami, she would have resented Morgan. Pretty, daintily curved, feminine, not to mention a celebrity, and a great dresser. Probably smart and witty and admired by every man she met.

  Sometimes, life just sucked.

  “Bite me,” she murmured.

  “Okay, where?” Deke asked, then went on. “Never mind. I’ve got some enticing ideas of my own.”

  Kimber groaned. “Go away.”

  Out of the corner of her eye, Kimber saw Deke lean toward Morgan. In a stage whisper, he said, “She probably doesn’t want to play dress up with you and go to the hospital.”

  The hospital?

  She charged to her feet and ran to him. “Did you say—”

  Deke grabbed her and laid a hard kiss on her mouth. “The hospital. Yes. We’re ready to take you, but there are rules,” he stressed.

  Kimber nodded eagerly. She didn’t care what they were. She’d get to see her dad. Get to squeeze his hand, talk to him, kiss his cheek, and hope that her being there would help him.

  “Anything.”

  “Oh, that’s interesting. I’ll save that for later.” He winked. “Morgan will help you disguise yourself. She brought wigs and makeup and clothes. You won’t arrive there until after sundown. If anyone asks, you’ll say you’re visiting a friend in maternity. You’ll have fifteen minutes, no more. I’ll be there. Logan and Jack will be there. Hunter may even be there, recently arrived from an undisclosed location so secret, he’d have to kill you if he told you. We’re not deviating from plan. We’re not taking chances. We’re not letting anything happen to you. Agreed?”

  “Yes.” More tears burned her eyes, even as a bolt of pure love pierced her chest. He was willing to let her have her way, even though letting her go to the hospital clearly worried him. God, she was crazy in love with the man. Would he ever open up and share his soul—his past—with her? Ever love her back?

  Kimber didn’t consider herself a coward, but that was one question she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to.

  Chapter Sixteen

  KIMBER, wearing a wig of dark brown hair in a swinging bob and casual, conservative clothes that made her look as if she’d just stepped out of a Lands’ End catalog, wended her way into the hospital with Morgan beside her. Jack and Deke trailed, low-key in shades, but still looking mean enough to remove the limbs of anyone who screwed with her.

  She was pretty sure they were being more than a little over the top. No, make that paranoid. Who would want to hurt her? Why? Yes, it was weird that someone had been calling for her from an untraceable phone and refusing to leave messages, but did that necessarily have to be sinister? Truth was, Dad had way more enemies than she did. And if someone really wanted to do her in, why blow up her dad’s house? Those calls were probably just some pain-in-the-ass reporter wanting more dirt on Jesse.

  But for the sake of Deke’s peace of mind and to see her father, she played the game.

  Nothing escaped Jack and Deke. Nothing. Kimber was used to men aware of their surroundings, but this . . . She wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d made note of the orderly’s shoe size or the brand of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling.

  Apparently, they’d consulted blueprints of the hospital in advance or something. After entering the building, they went straight to the maternity ward, wound through some back stairs, and hijacked an employee-only elevator. A guard stood outside the authorized-personnel-only hallway they emerged from a few moments later and quickly shook Deke’s hand.

  Then they were down a short hall and inside her father’s room.

  Kimber nearly crumbled at first sight.

  He looked so . . . fragile. Still sporting muscle and the remnants of his summer tan. But all the monitors, tubes, and machinery surrounding him in that sterile bed . . . The beeping drowning out his light breathing. His salt-and-pepper hair had been shaved completely. And so unlike her dad, he hadn’t moved a muscle in the two minutes she’d been staring.

  “It’s okay, kitten,” Deke whispered, sliding a protective arm around her shoulders. “We’ll do this together.”

  He led her to the room’s lone chair. Kimber had a sense of Jack drifting out the door, whether to stand guard or give them privacy, she wasn’t sure. Morgan fell into step beside her husband, leaving Kimber and Deke alone with the Colonel. Deke sat and pulled her into his lap.

  She would not cry. It would only piss the Colonel off if he was conscious. And it wouldn’t do him a damn bit of good, no matter how tempting her compulsion was. Instead, she reached out and took his lax hand in hers and squeezed.

  “Hi, Daddy. I hope you can hear me. Get better soon, please. Life isn’t the same without you barking orders.” She tried to smile.

  Kimber faltered when there was no response. Not that she expected one. Well, in one tiny corner of her heart she’d hoped that he’d magically snap out of the coma upon hearing her voice, but that was the stuff of fairy tales.

  Lately, her life was anything but.

  Still, it was good to see him. A relief just to watch his chest move up and down.

  “Sir,” Deke addressed him with respect. “I’m watching over your daughter.”

  “What else are you doing with her?” came a sharp voice from the doorway.

  Hunter. />
  Her oldest brother was everything Kimber wasn’t. Coolly controlled. Extremely serious. Apparently lacking a sense of humor. Hunter always knew exactly what he wanted out of life, what he didn’t, and how he was going to conquer any obstacles in his path. He didn’t make many friends, but people always feared and respected him.

  Normally, Kimber herself fit into that category. At the moment, his sharp question just pissed her off.

  “Well, hello to you, too, big brother. Nice to see you. It’s been what . . . four months? And the first words out of your mouth aren’t even to me.”

  A normal person would have scowled. Hunter looked completely unruffled.

  Secretly, Kimber had dubbed her brothers Fire and Ice. Logan raged out of control, blowing hot, his temper like an inferno. Hunter . . . he was always too glossy and cool. No one could see under the thick surface.

  “Hello, little sister. I’d be more welcoming if I could figure out exactly why you’re wearing a wig and sitting on a depraved son of a bitch’s lap.”

  Underneath her, Deke tensed.

  Kimber stood. “Stop. I’m not doing this here and now. In fact, I’m not doing this ever. I’ve explained myself to Logan, not that my sex life is anyone’s business. If you haven’t talked to our dear brother—”

  “I just flew in this afternoon.”

  “When I’m gone, he can fill you in. Until then, shut it. I’ve only got a few minutes to be with Dad, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend them arguing with you.”

  “A few minutes?” Hunter leaned against the wall, crossing biceps the size of her thighs across his chest. “That as long as Trenton and his cousin can let you out of bed?”

  Deke didn’t give him a verbal whipping, she was sure, to avoid starting a fight here in the hospital. Thank God one man in her life had some brains at the moment.

  “Look, Edgington. I think she’s in danger. Logan can fill you in. He agreed that having her with me, well hidden, is the best course of action.”

  Hunter didn’t miss a beat. “Now that I’m back, I’ll see to my sister. I take care of my own.”