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The enormous erection still tenting his slacks had to require attention… And he was still staring at her sex hungrily, savage need lighting his deep blue eyes. A part of her wanted to protest his arrogant speech. The presumption. Kimber bit her lip, logic telling her that he was right. And that his sexual frustration was doing the talking.

“I know.”

Some of the tension left his body, then he looked down at Luc with a nod. “Finish it.”

“She won’t last long,” Luc commented.

“Kimber may not respond to it.” A shrug of Deke’s massive shoulders was meant to give her the impression that he didn’t care. But she sensed that he did care. Very much. They didn’t leave her wondering for long if she would respond. Moments Shayla Black Decadent later, she felt something cool and slippery nudging her back entrance. She tensed, having second thoughts.

No, make that third and fourth thoughts. What were they invading her with?

What if she didn’t like it?

“Don’t tense,” Luc urged. “Push down just a bit. It isn’t big…” Biting her lip, Kimber tried to relax and push down on the invading object, clearly coated in lubricant. She was only halfcommitted to it, hedging her actions.

Until the fire in Deke’s eyes skyrocketed. Until he was forced to rip off his pants, take his cock in hand, his stare all the while glued to Luc’s gentle probing.

That she could get to him, force him to stroke his own flesh because she aroused him so much, made Kimber want to give him more of a show. She’d imagined she’d 84

be hesitant and shy around Luc and Deke, but the feminine power of knowing she drove them to undeniable arousal burned away any timidity. She wanted to tease them.

Concentrating on Luc’s instruction, she did as he suggested, and suddenly, something slender slid up, up, up into her ass. A gentle click later, and that something began to vibrate.

Oh my God!

Pleasure wound up again in seconds, tearing through her, soaring, shoving her hard toward ecstasy. Luc slid the vibe in and out of her gently, letting her adjust to the feel of the little wand rapidly destroying her sanity as she watched Deke stroke his own cock in a harsh fist. When Luc bent his head again to take her clit back into his mouth, the blaze between her thighs roared into an inferno, streaming fire into her belly, down her legs.

Shayla Black Decadent Her back arched as she panted. This climax was big. Huge.

When it swelled over her, she feared the loss of consciousness they’d forewarned her about would come and suck her under and leave her there for hours. Days.

She’d never imagined pleasure so consuming she couldn’t take a breath, couldn’t stop the black edges from closing in on her vision.

“She responds,” Luc said with a hint of amusement as he slid his fingers into her waiting sex. “You ready to come?”

Kimber couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but whimper as the climax began to steamroll her.

“Fuck!” Deke cursed.

Through half-opened eyes, she watched him lean over her. He fused his mouth to 85

hers, plunging his tongue inside, deep, then deeper, as if trying to get closer.

Moments later, he stepped back to gasp in a desperate breath and continued to pump his cock. The sight was unbearably erotic. Totally arousing. Then Deke leaned in and kissed her again like a starving man, with savagery and demand, licking her deeper into the flames. Knowing he couldn’t stand not to stroke himself while he touched her filled her with erotic fascination and a heavy pang of need.

All the while, Luc was driving her mad with the vibe in her ass, his fingers inside her, and his mouth on her clit. Along with that kiss of Deke’s… He possessed her, urging her on, silently begging to give him her cries of passion—all while driving himself toward ruthless orgasm.

And it was so much, too much. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it, and didn’t want to.

She screamed into his mouth as the world blasted into tiny pieces all around, detonating her body, blowing her mind. The hard slam of contractions clenched the Shayla Black Decadent walls of her channel again and again, and she clamped down on Luc’s questing fingers, making her moan into Deke’s mouth all over again.

Suddenly, Deke broke the kiss, panting, frantically fisting his erection with a tight jaw and taut abdomen. Then he threw back his head and roared so loud, the sound bounced off the walls. Then warm jets of semen splashed on her belly, and another wave of sensation slammed her at the thought that she could make him come so powerfully.

“Deke!” she screamed.

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Kimber’s cry of pleasure was still ringing in Luc’s ears when she closed her eyes and her body gave way to an exhausted sleep. Grimacing at his painful erection, he gently extracted the vibe and withdrew his fingers from her swollen, rippling sex.

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She felt exquisite and tasted better. But she’d had all the excitement she could handle for one evening.

And she’d called Deke’s name out in her passion. Not his. Deke’s.

Swallowing a boulder-sized lump of envy, Luc reminded himself it was all for a good cause and turned to gaze up at his cousin.

Deke stood frozen over Kimber’s prone body, half-hard cock in his fist, satisfaction relaxing his features. He let go of himself on a long sigh, his shoulders falling, his breathing returning to normal, his eyes damn near rolling into the back of his head. Still, he stared at her.

He’d come—hard—holding nothing back, which was unusual in itself. But if Kimber could do that to Deke without his dick actually being somewhere inside her, Luc could only imagine the fireworks that would ensue if Deke allowed himself to make love to her. To admit that Kimber was more than a play toy. To confess Shayla Black Decadent that this woman mattered to him. And she did. Luc could see that all over his cousin’s face.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” Deke snapped.

“Nothing.”

Luc looked away, turning his attention back to Kimber’s sleep-soft form. Sweet, beautiful woman.

Kimber was
it
. The One. The woman he and Deke had been wanting for years. Luc hid a smile of sheer joy. He
knew
Kimber was everything they needed: soft and yielding in bed, take no shit when she was angry, smart, warm-hearted. She responded to their touch beyond his wildest fantasies. The fact she was a virgin would be cathartic for Deke.

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As for the rest of the issues that could trip up their future…she’d understand—

eventually.

But he’d deal with those later. First, he had to convince his cousin that happily-ever-after wasn’t a cross between toxic waste and bullshit. Slowly. Luc knew that if he started his campaign tonight, it would be too obvious. Deke wasn’t stupid. He knew that Luc wanted them to share a wife and children someday. If he focused too much on Kimber now, Deke would run screaming in the other direction. Best to move slowly and give Deke a gentle nudge here and a sharp nip there…then let nature take care of the rest.

“I was checking to see if you’re in any shape to clean her up,” Luc lied. “My legs are as stiff as meringue, and my dick isn’t much better.” Deke grunted, glanced at Luc’s tented slacks, then Kimber’s silvery-wet abdomen.

“If it’s a problem, I’ll take care of her in a few minutes,” Luc added.

Shayla Black Decadent Jaw tight, Deke cursed. “I’ll take care of her.”
I thought you might
. “When you’re finished, tuck her in, will you? I’m going to shower.”

Deke hesitated, then finally nodded.

“Oh, and stay with her until I come back. She might wake up disoriented and be afraid.”

“She’s a grown woman.”

“Who’s had a very big night. I’m only asking for fifteen minutes, okay?” Deke growled, “Make it ten. Unless there’s sex involved, I don’t want to be near her.”

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No big surprise there.
Luc had his work cut out for him if he wanted to create a big, happy family. “Sure, ten minutes.”

Luc turned and left the room. He didn’t look back, but had no doubt that Deke was already reaching out a hand toward the forbidden fruit of Kimber’s pale skin—

just for the pleasure of touching her. To remind himself he could touch her. To fantasize about touching her again.

Smiling, Luc eased the door to the bathroom shut, knowing deep in his gut that Deke wouldn’t be able to resist doing far more than touching her for long.

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CHAPTER
5

Sweat filmed Deke as he rolled out of bed, gray fingers of dawn pushing their way beneath his shutters, mocking him. A night gone without sleep, spent alone, knowing that just down the hall, Luc and Kimber had shared body heat—and probably a lot more—without him.

Something ugly and hot surged inside him, cramping his gut. Deke didn’t want to identify it. Then again, he didn’t need to. Jealousy was damn near impossible to mistake.

Rolling from his bed, he crept down the hall, toward Luc’s room. Stupid. Torture, self-inflicted no less. But he had to see. Had to know…

And now he did.
Fuck.
He grimaced at the sight of Kimber curled up on her side, her back cuddled to Luc’s front, their legs entwined. The pair of them were tangled 89

in soft white sheets, and Luc’s sleep-slack palm rested just under her breast.

They looked peaceful. Domestic. Content.

Three things he would never be. Not that he deserved it. He’d destroyed Heather, so innocent—

Breaking off the thought with a curse, Deke stalked back down the hall to his room. Exercise. This day was like any other, despite Kimber’s presence here and his crappy mood.

Push-ups first. He dropped down and started his first fifty. Sweat coated him as he counted out each one, then he rolled to his back for a hundred crunches. All the while, he could hear every rustle of sheets down the hall, every murmured good morning, every lazy stretch Kimber and Luc made. Every forbidden intimacy that Deke didn’t dare partake in.

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Don’t whine. It’s done and past
, he told himself.

True, except… Luc always woke up horny, so Deke knew what would happen next. Why the hell hadn’t he ever bought an iPod or put even a simple radio in his room, so he wouldn’t have to hear it?

Deke grabbed free weights and quickly worked through biceps, triceps, lats and pecs, reminding himself that Luc deserved any happiness he found with a woman.

Luc always saw the good in people, always tried to help, took time to laugh, put his heart on the line to love time and again. And Deke… Well, he knew better.

Suddenly, Kimber laughed. The soft lilting floating down the hall as Deke dropped down for another set of ab crunches. He gritted his teeth. Then Kimber’s sighs reached his ears. First one. Then another, deeper, longer—one that went straight to his cock and felt like a stab in the gut at once.

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The twisted surge of jealousy stabbed him again, doing absolutely nothing to improve his mood and everything to multiply his desire to hit something and do damage.

Focus
. Squats and hamstrings in alternating reps. The usual drill. But concentrating on the usual felt impossible, when he imagined Luc’s hands caressing their way up the sleek lines of Kimber’s torso to toy with her flushed rosy nipples, while he inhaled the peach-spiced fragrance of her skin and waited with his signature patience, whispering a few well-placed words that would make her beyond wet. Then, with tongue swirling around the hard buds of her breasts, he’d smooth his way back down her abdomen, urge her to spread her sweet thighs for him, then slide his fingers into the slick haven of her pussy to feel her tight walls close around him like paradise.

Deke’s gut clenched. Doing squats while his cock was hard enough to pound nails wasn’t happening. Especially when Kimber’s sighs suddenly became cries.

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Fuck this
. He stripped off his sweat-drenched clothes and headed for a cold shower. Ten minutes alone in the Italian-tiled box with water just shy of freezing and a healthy lather perfumed with Luc’s fussy scented soap only pissed him off more.

Growling, Deke stepped out, praying they be done in their quest for a morning orgasm by now. He hadn’t even finished toweling off the beaded moisture on his chest and abs when he heard Kimber cry out in a sound lush, sensual, tortured.

Pleading.

Well, hell. There went all the benefits of a cold shower
. Deke finished drying off, concentrating on the pattern of the Venetian plaster wall. But he couldn’t block out the sexual sounds of the pleasure Luc was giving Kimber.

The door between the bathroom and Luc’s adjoining bedroom was ajar, and Kimber’s needy moans invaded mercilessly. First breathy, then keening. She was 91

getting close.

“Please, Luc…”

Fuck.
And that’s exactly what he wanted to do to her, settle right between her sweet thighs and be the first one to sink deep inside her. That wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t want that; he couldn’t let it happen.

But you can join them.
Damn if he wasn’t sorely tempted. He had every right. Full and equal sharing; he and Luc had agreed to it over a decade ago, and they’d never wavered. So why was he begrudging Luc his oneon- one pleasure with Kimber?

He’d never minded this before. And why turn down the chance to join in this morning?

Kimber Edgington was too tempting, too sweet and responsive. Too innocent and vulnerable. Too dangerous for his peace of mind. Too…everything he’d wanted for Shayla Black Decadent years. If he marched in Luc’s room, all naked and demanding, he’d get sucked into her allure and start drowning. Last night, the urge to spread her legs, settle between them, and claim her had beat at him relentlessly. If anything, that urge had grown, like some freaking weed in a perfectly manicured garden. He had to get control of it before it took over. Before he touched her again and lost control and did something crazy and irrevocable. Fatal.

Snarling, Deke reached for sweat shorts and a T-shirt, then tossed them on over his unrelenting morning erection. Coffee. He needed it now.

He started down the hall, then faltered as he passed Luc’s room. The sight of them punched him like a battering ram to the gut. Luc with his dark head bent in the crook of her neck, his long hair trailing over her porcelain pale shoulders and breasts. His artistic fingers toyed between her spread thighs. From Deke’s viewpoint, Kimber’s arousal was obvious, considering her slick, swollen, nearly red 92