Shayla Black - [Wicked Lovers 02]

by Decadent

  Kimber stood on her tiptoes and planted a long drugging kiss on Luc’s mouth, until the man grabbed her hips and brought her right against the hard staff of his cock. When he groaned and ripped away his bath towel, baring himself completely in the kitchen, she backed away with a vixen’s smile. “Come with me . . .”

  Deke didn’t say a word; he watched her with burning eyes, his fists clenched at his sides. So he didn’t like it. Good. Now it was time to fuck Luc so thoroughly, Deke could no longer stand to watch. He’d better get ready for one hell of a show.

  KIMBER had yet to look Deke’s way—not once since Luc had suggested they celebrate horizontally and she had agreed. Damn it, he should be glad that she was willing to accept something he couldn’t change. But looking at Luc run big, bronze hands all over her body, sliding over stiff nipples, gliding into damp crevices . . . That just wasn’t acceptable. Not when the news about the Colonel being conscious and the whacked-out freak responsible for the bomb behind bars made a hell of a reason for all of them to celebrate together.

  In the middle of swamp central, what better way than sex and lots of it? It was a hell of a way to climb down this three-week adrenaline rush he’d been on. Except it went deeper than that. Deke had to touch her before they returned to civilization and her family. And not just touch her body. He’d done that plenty. This time, his mission was to touch her heart. Infiltrate and capture, if possible. He had to bond with her.

  He had to make her understand that, even if Luc touched her, she was his.

  Sure, she said she loved him. He prayed like hell that was true. He’d even stripped his own defenses and admitted out loud that he loved her. But a woman like Kimber deserved a whole man. He wasn’t it. But he was too fucking selfish to just give her up.

  “I want to hold you, sweetheart,” Luc said. “I’m—”

  “We,” Deke cut in. “We want to hold you.”

  “Absolutely.” Luc caressed her cheek. “We are every bit as relieved as you are. Thrilled. We can’t wait to express our gladness with you.”

  It was partly true. Mostly, Deke just wanted to get Kimber under him so she could feel him, see and taste and smell him. He wanted to seep into her pores so that if she really was rethinking her part in this ménage, she wouldn’t just turn her back and simply walk away.

  How big would the hole in his chest be if she left and never looked back? So huge, it would make the Grand Canyon look like a tiny pinprick.

  His best bet was to remind her—vividly—about all the positives of being with him. And even though she’d rather be an exclusive couple, Deke knew for a fact that he and Luc managed a hell of a one-two punch on her libido.

  Luc beat him to the bed and sprawled across it, arms open. Kimber hesitated, for just a moment. Deke put a hand at the small of her back, and even though the thought of letting his cousin around her—inside her—was like scraping his balls on a rusty blade, he urged her forward.

  With a furious glare over her shoulder at him, she dove onto the bed, onto his cousin. The neon temptress inside her burst out, full of sizzle and come-hither, and shined her bright light all over Luc. She curled her body around Luc’s, and didn’t waste a second before plastering her lips over his, seeking, hungry, desperate. Kimber pushed her way into Luc’s mouth with her tongue, purring with feminine moans that both stroked Deke’s cock and ripped at his heart.

  She straddled him, fisting Luc’s dark hair as she sank even deeper into their rough, frenzied kiss. Holy shit!

  Surprise passed across Luc’s face, but it didn’t last long. Desire hit his cousin like a tornado, whirling him up in the promise of mind-blowing sex that dripped from her kiss. Luc met that kiss with every ounce of finesse in his arsenal and clutched the curves of her body— breasts, waist, hips—as he poured himself into answering the raw demand radiating from Kimber.

  Moaning, she placed herself right over the length of his cousin’s cock, which was already more than hard for her. And with female hips swaying, she undulated, rubbing her soft, wet pussy all over Luc’s cock and letting out a high, pleading groan that asked him to make it better. To make her come.

  The sounds, the view, his woman gyrating her clit over the head of another man’s cock . . . He swallowed. It was hard to watch.

  Bullshit! He ground his jaw. Seeing Kimber turn her back on him and flash Luc the raw, raging need burning in her eyes, seeing her kiss, which demanded he satisfy her hunger . . . that was a tearing pain, like ripping his motherfucking entrails out with his bare hands. God, he couldn’t watch.

  But Deke forced himself.

  Watching the slide of Kimber’s pussy against Luc’s cock quickly became a wet, silken torment. She broke the kiss on a gasp and tossed her head back.

  “That’s it. Rub yourself all over me,” Luc growled as she ground down on him. “You feel how hard I am for you?”

  Kimber whimpered, and the sound stabbed at Deke like a hot blade in the balls.

  “Yes,” she mewled, a violent flush spreading across her skin. “I’m wet. So wet. Luc . . .”

  “You want to come?”

  A wild nod sent her auburn waves tumbling across the pale skin of her back, her breasts arching. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful—and so fucking aroused by another man.

  They looked perfect together. And he’d encouraged her right into Luc’s arms. Deke suddenly wanted to break those arms.

  Not for the first time, Deke wondered why Luc stayed in this ménage relationship when he was a whole man who could easily take a woman to bed all by himself. But seeing Kimber and his cousin together, Deke feared he knew the answer.

  He stood frozen. It was like rubbernecking a traffic accident; he knew he shouldn’t watch, and yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

  Perched on her hands and knees over Luc’s body, she rubbed her clit over the head of Luc’s shaft. Sweating, trembling, she looked back down into Luc’s eyes.

  “Tell me you want to come,” Luc whispered, clutching at her hips to hold her still until she answered.

  Her cry of protest and need pounded down on Deke. He took a step forward to give Kimber what she needed, to make that building orgasm his, to tear her out of Luc’s arms so that—

  “Yes,” she shouted. “Yes. Make me come!”

  Then she went wild on Luc, arching, wriggling, crying out, until her whole body trembled for release. Kimber clutched him, dragging her sweet pussy—the one that belonged to Deke—all over Luc’s dick, doing her best to find the wild release Deke knew he should be giving her.

  No more. Deke couldn’t take it. She was his. This orgasm was his to give.

  He reached out to drag Kimber off of Luc, throw her on the bed, and mount her. He needed to give her the spinning, explosive sensations of a whirlwind climax. Before he touched Kimber, her body jolted, as if she’d been shocked. She let out a long, harsh cry of guttural satisfaction. And she screamed something guaranteed to destroy him:

  “Luc!”

  Deke’s guts imploded as she came in a fiery tirade of need. For another man.

  His insides bubbled, like he’d been filled up with acid. A need to fuck Kimber and claim her all over again warred with a violent urge to beat the living shit out of his cousin. He’d gone volatile. Felt unstable. On the fucking edge of something he couldn’t predict. He’d never experienced this wild and uncertain violence.

  Deke tried to deep-breathe through it as Kimber collapsed against his cousin’s chest, a panting mass of sweat-slick arms and legs. She held Luc tight, buried her face in his neck.

  Suddenly, she let out a wail of tears that split the air with anguish. She looked so damn sad. Defeated.

  It snapped Deke out of his trance.

  As she dragged in a jagged sob, hot tears flowed down scalding cheeks that burned rage and helplessness through him. He wrenched her from Luc’s embrace and against his own body.

  “You don’t fucking touch her without me,” he snarled to Luc. “She’s mine. Mine!”

  Immediate
ly, she started fighting him, struggling and writhing to break free. Sobs overtook her, but Deke understood what she didn’t ask. How could he allow another man to touch her body?

  Oh God, what had he done to her?

  Shame crashed in on Deke, crushing and bleak. Fury—mostly at himself—followed.

  Deke suddenly knew the meaning of the phrase “seeing red.” The whole bright, blood-sharp color filled his gaze, saturating logic. Rational thought—gone. Instinct ruled as he lowered Kimber to the bed, took her thighs in his hands, and spread her wide.

  Glistening, sticky-sweet, and oh-so-wet, she was spread out before him. The pink petals of her flesh had gone red, swelling with arousal. Those folds still looked full and aching for more. And she made him so goddamn hungry just lying there.

  “I’m not just yours. I’m his, too,” she flung at him.

  He raised his head from between her thighs and drilled his stare deep down into her tear-drenched eyes. Bravado. Anger. A silent fuck you.

  Oh, he’d fuck her, all right. He’d make sure she understood that, no matter who touched her, she belonged to him.

  In one leap, Deke covered her body, gathered her legs above his hips, and slid the aching-hard length of his cock deep into her pussy. To the hilt.

  She gasped. Out of surprise, pleasure, or pain, he didn’t know. Probably all three. The feel of her closing around him like a hungry little mouth burned away anything that might have resembled a conscience.

  He bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile. “You’re going to learn differently, kitten. Right now.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  WITH long, harsh strokes, Deke groaned out a rough breath as he plunged deep into Kimber, stretching her around his cock, moving against her cervix. Under him, she bucked, gasped, softened.

  He wasn’t close enough, deep enough. He had to envelop her, fill her. Easing his arms over her shoulders, between her back and the mattress, he lifted her chest against his and pressed in. Panting, frantic, fucking on fire, he fused their mouths together and surged deep into her once more. She responded again with a jerk and a groan. And still, it wasn’t enough.

  It never would be.

  Hard, fast, the slick slide of his flesh over—into—hers was both heaven and hell. Exquisite torture. Every rasp of her clasping cunt sent him careening closer to oblivion. She was everything he’d ever wanted, never believed existed or that he deserved. And he wasn’t leaving this bed until she exploded in orgasm and shouted a hoarse cry in his name.

  “Deke,” Luc’s voice broke into the wild rhythm of his shuttling in and out of her. “Deke!”

  “What?” he snarled.

  “Be gentle.”

  Gentle? Shit!

  Deke thundered a heavy stare down at Kimber. His gaze met her dilated hazel eyes and an arc of electricity zinged right up his cock, punctuated by her needy, restless moan. “Am I hurting you?”

  Yeah, he sounded like he gargled with sandpaper. So fucking what?

  Before she could answer, he had to level another long stroke to the end of her channel. The motion lit up nerves and set off a blaze of sensation, based on the way she scratched her nails into his back, arched to him, and her sensitive walls clasped him tighter.

  “Am I?” he demanded.

  “No. More. God, more!”

  Her words peeled the veneer off what little civility he possessed. Hammering into her like a lust-crazed maniac, Deke held her against him, immobile, forcing her to accept the brutal need of his every thrust as he took possession of her mouth in a desperate kiss.

  “It appears you don’t need me here after all. I’ll just . . . go,” he heard Luc say over the roar of his heart.

  His cousin rose and made his way across the room, to the door.

  The impact of Luc leaving him here alone with Kimber . . . Deke stopped. Froze. Like someone had put a choke hold on his pleasure and squeezed the life out of his arousal. Blood rushed away from his erection. It dwindled, dread replacing arousal.

  What the . . . ? This had never happened. Panic stole into his veins like sharp, stinging needles. No, no, no! This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wanted to make love to Kimber, have her all to himself.

  His body had other plans.

  Holy shit! His erection . . . gone.

  How? Why was this happening suddenly?

  He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on everything sexual, anything that would bring his cock back to life.

  Nothing.

  In that instant, Deke knew he wouldn’t be able to finish this if Luc left.

  Goddamn motherfucking son of a bitch! What was wrong with him? Maybe he should just ask Heather. Oh, wait. She was dead.

  Mortification slammed as he wondered with a sick frustration how his body could let him down. All this time he’d been afraid and psyching himself out about it, thinking he was just screwed up in the head in his refusal to fuck a woman alone. But it was physical, too. He couldn’t even stay hard without his cousin here to hold his hand. He felt like half a man. Like a freak.

  “Stay!” Deke demanded, choking the word out. “For chrissakes, come over here and be gentle. I can’t.”

  Luc hesitated.

  “Please.” It physically hurt to spit the word out, but Deke knew, knew, he wasn’t going to be able to finish staking his claim on Kimber if Luc left the room.

  And didn’t that speak volumes about how fucked-up in the head he was?

  With a defeated sigh, Luc padded back to his side of the bed and crawled on. Biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood, Deke rolled to his side so that Kimber’s back nestled to Luc’s chest.

  His cousin placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the damp crook of her neck. “You look beautiful in pleasure.”

  All was normal again—or his definition of it. Seeing Kimber relax against Luc, and his cousin’s mouth travel over her flushed skin, his cock sprang back to vital life.

  Taking hold of her hips, Deke pressed as deep inside Kimber as he could. “You are beautiful, kitten. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

  Fresh tears clawed out of Kimber’s eyes as she threw her arms around Deke’s neck. Her pussy fluttered around him. With another hard stroke into her, he pushed against her G-spot, ground up against her clit.

  And Kimber came apart, roaring out a tortured cry of satisfaction so wild, unlike any Deke had ever heard from her. “Deke!”

  Her untamed pulsing all over his cock, her cries of whimpering pleasure ringing off the walls, sent him straight into a crash of ecstasy that clenched around his heart. Sobbing out a masculine growl, sensations gathered up inside him like a fireball, dangerous and consuming. In a few powerful spasms, he poured it all out into her. Everything—his love, his need, his hopes, his soul.

  Kimber accepted it all inside her with a long cry. Their gazes connected, and the connection latched, locked into place. He couldn’t have looked away to save his fucking life.

  Timeless moments later, the tumult ended. Kimber stilled, then broke their connection as her body sank into the mattress and she clambered away from him, rolling away—right into Luc’s arms with a sharp cry and jagged tears.

  Luc closed his arms around her, but his gaze met Deke’s. Confusion. There was no other word to describe it. About Deke’s physical reaction. About Kimber’s emotional one. From Deke’s complete inability to perform, then straight to orgasm. From her immersion in ecstasy to razor-sharp despair. Now, Deke was spent. Kimber sobbed. Luc had no idea what was going on with either of them. Deke wasn’t totally sure himself. But he was focusing on Kimber for now.

  “Kitten?” he rolled closer, leaning over her. “What?”

  For endless minutes, she refused to talk. He asked. Luc asked. No answers. Just more of those hysterical tears that ripped a sword of excruciating pain right through the middle of his heart.

  He did the only thing he could do. And Luc joined him. They simply rubbed her, soothed her, telling her everything would be okay.
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br />   Deke knew for a fact that every word out of his mouth was bullshit.

  “No more,” she sobbed. Then she closed her eyes against him.

  Moments later, she went still, as if the peaks of body and emotion were too overwhelming. She sank into slumber, curled in a fetal position. Deke looked down as he realized that he’d slipped his hand into hers at some point and she still clutched it.

  The roaring climaxes that had wracked her body thrilled Deke, but all the tears . . . It wasn’t a coincidence they’d come after Kimber had told him that she loved him and he’d confessed in kind. And after she’d told him that she didn’t want to be shared again, then it became obvious that he couldn’t love her by himself.

  “No more what?” Luc asked, looking tense. “Is she talking about what I think she’s talking about?”

  Shit. Here came the part where he had to be honest with Luc about a truth he could hardly process himself.

  A truth that would change everything.

  Deke sighed. “You know I think of you like a brother.”

  Something guarded and angry entered Luc’s dark eyes. “Yeah?”

  “Keeping it real, my brother? We can’t keep doing this to her. She doesn’t want to be shared anymore.”

  “What? You’re going to fuck her by yourself?” Luc challenged. “You didn’t seem exactly able a few minutes ago.”

  Observant bastard. Deke had no idea how sex was going to work. Today had proven beyond all doubts that he was half a man, that he couldn’t make love to a woman without another man being near. Even if, like this morning, Luc didn’t fuck her, too. Simply knowing that someone else had his back, just in case . . .

  Luc kept on. “You told her you were going to claim her for yourself. How are you going to make that happen?”

  “They’re big words you know I can’t back up alone,” Deke choked, sounding as ripped apart about that as Luc looked. “Even so, this, the three of us . . . it has to stop.”

  “Goddamn it!”

  “C’mon. She’s not built for this. Can’t you see that?”