Moore, Gigi - Desiree's Lone Wolves [The Double R, Book 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

The images heated his body so much until he thought he would spontaneously combust.

“Are you okay?”

Carson shook his head to shake off his stupor. He turned to face Desiree and Maia, both staring at him as if he had been speaking in tongues. “I’m okay. Why?”

“You’re flushed. Do you have a fever?” Desiree reached up to place her palm on his forehead.

Carson eased away from her touch, trying not to insult her, but he wasn’t in the mood to be mothered, especially not now, and definitely not by her. His feelings for her were nowhere near filial, far from it.

He’d never felt the need to be honest, completely honest with her more than he did right then. He wanted to tell her that he ran a higher temperature normally but didn’t know how to go about it without going into detail.

What he needed was a nice sprint through the woods in his wolf form with Sam, maybe to engage in a friendly, vigorous physical battle, anything to work off his anxiety and excess excitement. He’d do anything to get the pent-up lust out of his system. He could think of better ways to do it than running through the woods, but he needed the time and space, as did Desiree, he assumed.

However, when he looked at her, he wasn’t quite sure that she wanted the distance as much as he thought.

She licked her lips, sliding her hand down to her lap. The tips of her ears were flushed red, much as he suspected his were. Her flush could have been due to something far different than lust, though.

Maia cleared her throat to cheerily break the silence. “Well, thanks for the ride, guys! I’ll leave you two alone now so I can go face the family interrogation and you can…take care of your business.”

Carson barely waved as Maia got out of the truck and closed the door.

Desiree didn’t take her eyes off of him.

“I didn’t get a chance to do this in the emergency room.”

“Do wha—?”

Carson buried her lips beneath his, cutting off the rest of her words and intending to do exactly as Maia had said, handle his business. He cupped her face between his hands, familiarly caressing her cheekbones with his thumbs as he plunged his tongue again and again, simulating what he wanted to do to her pussy with his cock.

Desiree turned her body into his, moaning as she met and stroked his tongue with hers.

She slid her hand into his lap, cupping his burgeoning cock and rubbing him up and down, making him feel like a horny teen as he ground his hips and pressed against her palm.

Desiree squeezed him, allowing him a peek at her bold side, the side that had him panting and wanting to get her back into bed.

Had it only been a few hours ago when he had shared her with his brother, when they had lounged in her large, four-poster bed together, dreamy and content?

Desiree unzipped his jeans and slid her hand into the opening to retrieve his swollen cock. His shaft throbbed in her hand as she bent her head.

Carson gasped and tried to move his hips away, gripping her shoulders with firm hands. Pushing her away was the last thing he wanted to do, especially since he could almost feel her mouth on him, hungry and searching. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not sure anymore. I just know I want to taste you. I have since you and Sam took me in my room. You make me…not myself.”

If she wasn’t herself then neither was he, playing the patient diplomat trying to stop her when his fondest wish was that she continue what she did.

Without another word, she put her mouth on him and Carson shuddered at the contact.

She dipped her tongue in his slit, experimentally scooping out the pearl of pre-cum with the tip before licking her lips as if she liked the taste of him. She lowered her head farther to slide her tongue down the veiny, sensitive underside of his penis before coming back up to suck the bulbous head. Down she went again until she reached the root, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking hard.

“Merde!”
Rockets went off before his mind’s eye just as someone pounded on the driver’s-side window.

Desiree jerked up and just barely missed banging her head on the steering wheel as she pulled her head away from Carson’s crotch.

He watched her lick her lips again, mesmerized by the path of her tongue, before he turned to see his brother looking in the driver’s-side window.

Cock blocker!
Carson hit the power button to lower the slightly tinted window and gritted his teeth. “What?”

“Started without me, huh?”

“You started without me.”

Sam chuckled. “You guys want to get a room or follow me?”

Carson frowned, momentarily confused before he realized what his brother meant. Maybe they’d get a chance to burn off their energy after all, if Desiree remained amenable.

He zipped up his jeans and reached for her hand. “Come with us.” He made it a point not to ask, giving her no room to back out.

Silently she nodded.

Carson hoped she was into roughing it.

* * * *

When they emerged on the other side of the woods a little later, it was to the sight of a picnic basket and two bottles of wine laid out on two bedrolls pushed together.

Desiree couldn’t help the breath that hitched in her chest. Everything about the setting was perfect. The full moon glowed overhead. A multitude of stars twinkled and reflected off of the stream. The stream gently flowed a few yards from the picnic setup under a large tree. If she didn’t know better, she’d say Maia had a hand in what she was looking at, but Maia had been with her and Carson.

Carson seemed surprised by the whole arrangement himself, even though he covered his reaction, dropping a veiled look over his expression so quickly that Desiree wondered if she had imagined his initial shock.

“So, what do you think?” Sam asked as he dropped his hand from her elbow and indicated the spread.

“A picnic by moonlight. I have to admit it’s a first for me.”

“Daytime, nighttime, picnics work any time. Especially since none of us has eaten in several hours and I figured you guys were hungry like me.”

“How thoughtful.” Desiree took a few steps away from him toward the bedrolls.

“Mama provided the provisions, so your palate should be well pleased.”

“That’s nice, but what about my other palates?” She turned back to let her gaze land on both brothers in turn, voice surprisingly unwavering. She had grown a set of Maia’s brass balls in the last couple of weeks, evidently. Her voice had even taken on her sister’s flirtatious, sultry quality. She could tell just from the reaction she got from the two men converging on her. Two sets of eyes glittered as they circled her, practically stalking.

Desiree shook her head when Carson smiled and she thought she caught a flash of…fang.

That couldn’t be right! It had to be the light from the moon distorting things.

“You boys don’t scare me.” She didn’t know why she said it, probably just needing to hear herself say the words and prove it to them. They had another thing coming if they thought she would be their Little Red Riding Hood, despite the hoodie she had donned earlier before leaving the house.

How appropriate.

Carson reached her first and cupped her face with one hand.

Feeling suddenly shy, she lowered her gaze, heart thumping a mile a minute.

Desiree had never had sex outside before, but then she’d never gone down on a man in a pickup, either, before tonight. Maia said having sex outside and skinny-dipping should be on her bucket list. Her sister had already ticked them off of her own, and it looked like Desiree might get a chance to kill two birds with one stone tonight.

“Who said anything about us scaring you?”

“I just want to make sure we’re clear that your stalking around me like I’m prey doesn’t intimidate me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Desiree silently nodded.

“So you don’t need to tie me up then?”

She had to admit, she’d thought about it fleetingly. Maybe if they were indoors she might have considered it more seriously. Outside they remained too susceptible to the elements and too many other unknown variables. She didn’t want to make any of them any more vulnerable than they already would be, making love outdoors. “I just need you,” she murmured.

“What are you hungrier for?”

Desiree frowned at his seeming change of subject before Carson inclined his head indicating the picnic basket.

“Or Sam and me?”

Her stomach wasn’t even a concern at that moment. The gesture was nice, and she figured she’d be ravenous after. Right now, she wanted a taste of the two men with her more than she wanted a taste of whatever Helena had packed in the basket.

Sam left them to sit on the bedrolls, opening one of the bottles of wine and pouring some into a plastic cup. He proffered the cup to Desiree as she neared and sat down beside him.

“You think I need liquid courage?”

He shook his head. “To take off the edge.”

She couldn’t help but exchange a smile with him as she grasped the offering. She sipped the red concoction, a fruity, tart blast of taste exploding against her tongue. She savored the smooth flavor—not too sweet, not too sour—as the wine lit a heated path down her throat, down to her stomach, and made her almost immediately light-headed.

Or was that the two men with her doing that?

Desiree finished the cup and handed it back to Sam.

“Another?”

She shook her head. She wanted to be as clearheaded as possible in order to appreciate him and his brother as best she could.

Sam turned to place the cup in the basket while Carson joined them on the bedroll, straddling Desiree’s crossed legs as he crawled up her body.

Desiree allowed him to nudge her backward until she found herself almost totally supine, remaining propped up on her elbows.

“Still not scared?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“No, Desi. I just want you wet and wanting so that I can satisfy you.”

“So that we can satisfy you.” Sam lay beside her, propped on an elbow, chin resting in his palm.

“Right.
We
will satisfy you.” Carson reached for a tendril of hair that had escaped her ponytail and pushed it back behind her ear.

Sam did him one better, reaching for the strip binding her hair and removing it, letting her smooth copper locks flow down around her shoulders in shimmering waves. “So beautiful.”

Whether it was just her hair or her-the-entire-package he spoke about, Sam’s low, heated words boiled her blood in her veins so she felt as if she’d had another shot of the wine, or maybe something stronger.

Carson unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans as Sam raked his hands through her hair and cupped the base of her skull. Sam drew her near, closing his mouth over hers in a heady, all-encompassing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth as she raised her hips to allow Carson to draw her jeans down her body. The sweet-tart taste of the wine on Sam’s tongue intoxicated her as much as his open-mouthed kiss.

Carson paused to pull off her boots before removing her jeans, and Desiree helped him by kicking out of each until she was left with just her socks. Carson lazily peeled these off her, gently caressing the soles of her feet with such attention she began to wonder if he had a foot fetish. Then he slowly moved his hands from her feet to her ankles to her knees and finally stopped to massage the insides of her thighs.