Moore, Gigi - Desiree's Lone Wolves [The Double R, Book 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

“It’s your show. What now?”

She must have been motionless for too long, and the wolf must have been getting antsy.

Desiree smiled at the thought of catching one of her wolves by the tail and tethering him with her shirt. “Lay back on the bed.”

He did, looking up at her with curious, patient eyes.

Desiree moved up his body until she straddled his thighs. She put her hands on him, reveling in the feel of his warm, muscled flesh beneath her fingertips. Her palms seemed to heat as she moved them from his broad shoulders down his chest.

His pectorals twitched beneath her hands as she rolled his nipples with her thumbs. When she moved her hands further down to his ridged abs, he shuddered and reached for her.

Desiree shook her head and stopped. “No,” she said, making her hoarse voice as firm as possible. For good measure, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped out of it. She reached for his hands and wrapped the sleeves around his wrists before knotting them tight.

“But—”

Desiree put a finger over his lips. “Shh. My show, remember?”

He nodded, and Desiree climbed off of him to retrieve his shirt from the floor. She returned to her position sitting on top of him. “I want you helpless. Can you handle that?” She saw him hesitate and expected a cocky, I-can-handle-anything-you-can-dish-out response before he silently nodded.

Desiree twisted the body of the shirt over itself several times before draping it over his eyes. He sucked in a gasp as if surprised at the extent of her quest for control, then settled back as she firmly tied the arms of the shirt behind his head.

She watched him run his tongue over his full bottom lip and avidly followed the path of that nimble organ. She imagined how it would feel on her pussy, inside her pussy, licking her.

Desiree let out a shuddering breath as she bent her head to kiss him. She gave her lips free reign because he did, letting her dictate the pace and intensity as he opened his mouth beneath hers.

She slid one hand up into those glorious chocolate-brown waves, plowing her fingers through them, tugging just a little as she slid her other hand down to his crotch where she massaged his shaft and balls. She swallowed his groan as he arched beneath her, pushing himself against her palm.

Desiree moved her hand after a long while, getting him good and worked up. She sprawled her body across his until she’d lined up her crotch with his. She manacled his wrists with her hands, imprisoning them against the bed. She knew he could break her hold if he wanted to, but the fact that he didn’t try to set her on fire, sent a wave of heat spiraling down from her belly to her already wet pussy. She rolled her hips against him, creating a delicious friction that had her clit throbbing as she dry humped his cock.

“Please…let me touch you. Take the shirt off my eyes. I want to
see
you
.
”

“No. Not yet.” She didn’t want him to see to what extent he turned her on, that she was vulnerable to his allure, his sensuality. She couldn’t let him touch her or she’d crumble, and she didn’t want to give him that kind of power over her, not now, maybe never.

Sam growled beneath her, bucking his hips into her so forcefully she thought she was trying to ride a wild bronco. She bent her head to nip his bottom lip, then plunged her tongue into his mouth, stroking his until he momentarily stilled beneath her.

“Oh, fuck me…Desi, please…” He panted, and the sound all but drowned out the tempo of her heart thudding in her ears.

Desiree ground and undulated her hips in an intense rhythm, mercilessly riding him until he arched his neck.

Sam pressed his head back against the mattress and strained against the shirt tied around his wrists until his biceps bulged with the effort.

Desiree watched his face beneath her makeshift blindfold, the play of facial muscles as he clenched his jaw, his Adam’s apple frantically bobbing up and down right before he roared and violently trembled beneath her.

She lay across him, waiting and watching while he caught his breath and licked his lips as if he was a parched man in the desert.

“I don’t believe I just let you do that to me.”

“Neither do I.”

Desiree’s heart dropped when she jerked her head toward her open bedroom door to see Carson standing on the threshold.

* * * *

Kinky little son of a bitch.

Carson didn’t know whether to applaud in approval of his brother’s antics or howl in outrage. He knew for damn sure he was turned the fuck on by what he saw in front of him.

He hadn’t known his little Desiree had it in her, almost felt like she’d been holding out on him with the timid, shy virgin act she’d been showing him so far. That wasn’t fair. He remained pretty sure it wasn’t all or just an act.

And Sam—that little
peeshwank
just never failed to surprise him.

Would Desiree get offended if he said he wanted to join them? Would Sam?

Instead of asking, what came out of his mouth was, “I wanted to apologize for earlier, and Maia said I’d probably find you up here.” She had neglected to say anything about Sam still being at the house or, especially, in Desiree’s bedroom. Was it possible that she hadn’t known?

Desiree hopped off the bed and consequently left Sam to run over to Carson. She paused a foot in front of him, staring up at his face as if searching for what—his approval or disgust? If she had a hint of the storm that brewed inside him, that it had nothing at all to do with disgust and everything to do with his growing, insatiable hunger for her, she’d run for the hills.

God, the woman turned him inside out!

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“No?” He arched a brow and watched from the corner of his eye as Sam sat up and slid the blindfold from his face to rest around his neck.

“No,” Sam said. “
I’m
sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” He got up from the bed and came to stand behind Desiree. “You’re right. I do know you. Forgive me?”

Carson glanced down at Sam’s bound wrists as his brother reached out his hands to him. He chuckled as he put his hand in Sam’s and shook.

Desiree sighed as if in relief.

Carson let his gaze drift over the shirt binding his brother’s wrists, impressed with Desiree’s handiwork. “You really know how to tie a guy up in knots, don’t you?”

“She
said
she wasn’t the best Brownie.”

“Can’t tell.”

“What is this, the Quarry brothers’ tag team?”

Carson looked at Sam over Desiree’s head and grinned. “We do make a great team most of the time.”

“And do you two always do everything together?”

Now Carson searched Desiree’s face. Was she asking if they both wanted to be with her at the same time? Did she really want an answer to that?

He reached up a hand to her face, caressed the delicate skin just above her cheekbone with his thumb. “Most of the time, usually out of convenience or obligation,” he murmured, thinking there would be nothing convenient or obligatory about what he and Sam wanted to do with and to Desiree—together.

Sam cleared his throat behind her and lifted his hands. “Someone mind undoing this?”

Carson raised his eyes from Desiree’s face to look at his brother. “I think we’ll keep that on you for now. Keep you out of trouble.”

“A little late for that,” Desiree whispered.

“Are you okay with this?” Carson asked, waiting for her not to just say yes and be okay with this but to acknowledge exactly what
this
was, verbalize it and get it out in the open, what they were all thinking and feeling.

He watched the play of emotion on her face as she decided how much, if anything, to say. He could almost see her CPA’s brain calculating, deciding what would do the least amount of damage to her orderly psyche and what would work for her. He could almost see her deciding how wild and reckless she could let herself be with them.

Carson wanted to make it easier on her but knew that no one could do that for Desiree except Desiree.

“I’m not sure if I’m okay with this or not.”

Carson’s heart dropped, hope deflated. That’s not what he had wanted to hear. He made the press of his thumb firmer against her skin and raised his other hand to frame her face as he leaned in to kiss her, slow and deep. He eased his way into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, seducing her tongue with a sweet promise before he pulled away an inch. “You want me.”

Not a question. It was a statement of fact, and she nodded, eyes wide as if she’d just realized it.

“You want Sam.”

“I do.”

“Then let us give you pleasure. Let us make you come.”
Let us make you come the same way you just made Sam come.

God, that had been so fucking hot, watching her, how she’d been in control of his younger brother, how Sam had shuddered beneath her. He wanted to watch his brother make her come.
He
wanted to make her shudder the same way she’d made Sam.

“Okay.”

Chapter 10

Desiree closed her eyes as Sam put his hands on her hip, comforted by the idea that his wrists were bound and he only had as much control as the binds gave him.

Carson wasn’t bound, however. No, he stood before her, tall, forceful, strong, and ready to do things to her that she’d only dreamed about, she was sure. She wanted him to do those things. She didn’t want to be a cocktease, but she remained afraid.

…let us give you pleasure.

What woman didn’t want to hear that in her lifetime? What woman could deny two men like Carson and Sam?

Sam bent his head to nibble her earlobe. “My mouth is pretty skilled and eager, but I could do a lot better job pleasing you if you untie me. Please, Desi.”

She didn’t really want to say no, especially when he said her name with that sultry, butter-melting Cajun accent. She knew how much discipline it had taken him to keep from touching her, even with his wrists tied, and she respected that he’d let her bind him in the first place. He could have easily said no.

But he wants to please you.
They
want to please you. Let them.

Sam left a trail of nips and kisses from the back of her ear to her collarbone, sliding one strap of her bra down her shoulder and following the path to her elbow with his agile tongue.

“I can’t think when you do that.”

“You’re not supposed to think,
bebe
.”

“Just feel,
cher.
” Carson stepped closer, sandwiching her between himself and his brother as he bent his head to work on her opposite side, sliding down the other strap of her bra before undoing the latch in the front with one hand.

Desiree felt helpless, didn’t know what to do with her hands until Carson slid the bra down her arms and off to discard it. She turned to fulfill Sam’s request, reaching for his hands as he patiently waited for her to unknot the shirt wrapped around his wrists.

Carson busied himself kissing the back of her neck and cupping and fondling her breasts.

She refused to lose her concentration and finished the job on Sam’s wrists before arching her neck and resting her head back on Carson’s shoulder as he tweaked and rolled her hard, sensitive nipples. Waves of pleasure trembled down to her center and dispersed.