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“Oh!” she cried as Deke’s mouth covered one breast, teeth lightly scraping her nipple 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 Shayla Black Decadent 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.

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“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.

Shayla Black Decadent 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, 30

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?

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“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.

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“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 breathed.

“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.”

Shayla Black Decadent 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 32

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.” Shayla Black Decadent

“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 halfstarved 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.

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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 she’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.” Shayla Black Decadent 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!

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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—”

“Stay there!” She retreated. “He treated me like a worthless whore, and you were going to let him.”

“I—”

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“You offered yourself like one,” Deke broke in. “What did you expect?”

“Go to hell!” She turned her back on them and thrust her bra and thong in her pocket.

“I’m there, kitten. I’m so hard, I’m losing blood in the rest of my body. You sure you don’t want to stay and help me out?”

The nerve of the unbelievable asshole!
“You’ve got a palm and five fingers. Figure it out.”

She marched to the front door. The sound of the door slamming reverberated into the peaceful East Texas afternoon until she laid rubber on the road and sped away.

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“Did you find her?” Luc asked, his annoyance coming through loud and clear.

Damn the perfect digital cell phone signal.

In the old analog days, he could have pretended he hadn’t heard. “Yeah.” Deke had found Kimber, all right. And just like she had at seventeen, she’d tied his gut up in knots so crazy an Eagle Scout with Houdini ancestry couldn’t get them undone.

“You’re going to apologize for scaring her off and make sure she doesn’t get into trouble,” Luc reminded.

Deke didn’t want to. He didn’t. But as Luc had rationally pointed out, scaring the crap out of Kimber was only a temporary solution to a problem that wasn’t going to just go away because he wanted it to. Kimber was too tenacious to simply give up. She’d track someone else down to help her in her quest to catch Jesse McCall—

Shayla Black Decadent someone who, at best, would cause her discomfort because they didn’t know what the hell they were doing. At worst, they would take total advantage of her and hurt her.

The Colonel would kill Deke if anything happened to her because he’d had his dick in a knot. Her old man was scary, too. Tough SOB. Mean when he needed to be.

Not that he’d condone Deke and Luc introducing his baby to the joys of anal sex…but somehow he figured the Colonel would pick that over Kimber picking up a very minor acquaintance in a bar and doing— he couldn’t think about what she might do with two other guys. He gripped the thin wooden table in front of him and didn’t let go until he heard it crack.

But it wasn’t his old boss who motivated him now. It was Kimber herself. He’d had vivid fantasies about her once upon a time, great for jacking off to. But reality was far stronger, like comparing a gust to a category-five hurricane. She’d tasted 36

like sugary innocence. Sweet in his mouth. So damn perfect. Bright in his arms, like a summer day. She was white heat and soft skin and…

God, listen to him. Fucking pathetic, going on about the girl like he was Keats or something.
Hell.

One fact he couldn’t escape, however: Kimber was the sole temptation that, as much as he hated to admit it, might be stronger than his self-control. He should be pushing her away as fast as he could, before he swallowed her whole, like a snake does its prey.

Before he destroyed her. But she wasn’t going to give up her quest, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else tutor her. Blowing out a breath with a short, ugly curse, Deke lifted the longneck to his mouth and swallowed. And he stared.

Kimber was currently on the dance floor at Adam Catrell’s bar, The Hang Out, swaying her sweet hips to a Shakira song about that very part of her anatomy. With Shayla Black Decadent thighs bared by a skirt so short it neared indecency, a strip of pale belly bared, she danced—sandwiched between Adam and his brother, Burke. The club was smoky and crowded and just getting loud. And despite all that, Deke couldn’t mistake the lust on either brother’s face.

“Are you listening to me?” Luc ranted.

He gripped the phone tighter. “You made yourself real clear last night, cuz. I’m going to play Sir Galahad and ride in to save the day.”