“And what are you going to do?” she challenged, swiping her tongue across her lip.

“Last night, Luc brought you within an inch of your sanity before I fucked you.

You’re going to repay the favor.”

Before Kimber could reply, Deke gave her a nudge on the back. Luc slid his hand into her hair and lured her down, lowering her to his waiting cock. After overhearing Ryan and Jesse discussing the merits of a great blow job, Kimber had a little more ammunition to add to the fire with Luc.

Smiling, she skimmed her fingers up the insides of his thighs, slowly creeping her way toward his balls. He moaned as she fitted a hand under his testicles, lifted and cupped them. Gently rubbing her thumb across the soft surface, she turned her attention to the stiff length of his erection. Large. No denying the man had size. In that, it was clear that Deke and Luc were related. And wow, was he ever hard. The head was so engorged it looked like a plum, all purple and delicious.

Using just the tip, Kimber ran her tongue up his length, from base to crown, laving her way around the glans, finding a sensitive spot on the underside that made him gasp. Meanwhile, she found the sensitive, baby-smooth skin just beneath his balls and press-rubbed.

Luc gasped and nearly came out of his skin. “Holy…” As he tried to hold back, she sensed Deke watching the show over her shoulder.

To test her theory, she flicked her tongue along the length of Luc’s cock, and Deke’s hands on her tightened.

Finally, he set her on her knees, ripped off the robe and blanketed her back with his body. Naked body. Impossible to miss the iron-slabbed chest on her back and the bare erection pressing against her ass.

“Kimber, sweetheart…” Beneath her, Luc lifted his hips to her teasing tongue.

“Put your mouth on me.”

“Soon,” she taunted, pressing kisses to his belly, drizzling her fingertips along his thighs, across his hips. On his abdomen, she traced the outline of his cock with her tongue.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “You really are going to try to pay me back for last night.” It wasn’t a question; he knew the answer. Kimber gave Luc credit for lots of smarts.

Still, she played dumb. “What? Deke said to tease you.” She skimmed her fingertip up the length of his shaft with all the pressure of a whisper. He gnashed his teeth and tried to hold back.

“Damn it, not to the point of insanity.”

“Oh, you need to come?” she asked, backing away.

“It would be nice,” he gritted out.

“I’m sure. But since you nearly brought me to climax eight times before denying me, that makes me cranky and you fair game. And you’ve got seven more frustrating cool downs coming your way.”

With those words, Luc came out of his sensual haze and opened his eyes. Dark, hungry, endless, his stare focused on her and promised payback if she continued down this path.

Hadn’t he already treated her to his torturous worst? That wicked stare said no.

Kimber shivered.

Luc threaded his hands in her hair and grabbed a fistful. “You don’t want to taunt me, sweetheart. I can’t be gentle if you do that.” Behind him, Deke concurred, guiding her down again. “Just suck him deep. I’ll tell you when to stop. If you quit too soon, you’ll find out Luc is a pussycat compared to me when it comes to denying your orgasm.”

Kimber didn’t doubt for a moment that Deke could make good on that threat.

Licking her lips, she sent a sultry stare Luc’s way and sucked his cock inside her mouth, all the way to her throat. Stuck somewhere between placated and aroused, Luc settled in with groans and whispered encouragement. She was gratified when a film of perspiration broke out across his chest, and he began to fuck her mouth with measured lunges of his hips. Damn, the man was simply delicious.

But Deke wasn’t content to watch. At all.

Still behind her, he covered her back with his chest and fondled her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefingers and gently twisting. His hot breath on her neck made her shiver.

Then he started to speak. “Keep sucking him and feel me…here.” Here turned out to be a wide palm covering her sex, the heel of his palm pressing right onto her clit. Her sex cramped with desire. Immediately she went from moist to dripping.

With insistent hands, he spread her knees wider, and his fingers went to work.

“I can press you hard and nearly get you off,” Deke growled in her ear, “but the trick with you is a varied touch. A firm circle around your clit, then a soft swipe of my finger just barely over the top, so light you wonder if you imagined it. Right?” He demonstrated as he spoke. At her whimper, he continued on. “Then between two fingers, I’m going to trap this sweet little thing and rub the sides.” And he did. Kimber gasped. A totally new sensation converged as he trapped her clit between his index and middle fingers and stroked the sides in a friction-filled slide that ignited her all over.

“Now I’ll start at the beginning again and throw in lots of contact with the rest of that hot, dripping pussy…but not enough to get you off.” In the next three minutes, he proved how deadly effective his technique was.

With a cry, she squirmed each time he changed the touch. Every time she knew she was a stroke or two shy of coming, he’d change his approach, let his fingers wander elsewhere—drive her insane.

The more aroused Kimber felt, the more voracious she was with Luc’s cock. She moaned around his thick erection, swiping her tongue across the fat head, curling her fingers around the base and squeezing up. Then she teased the underside of his balls, traced her finger around the crown, rubbed her nipples across the surface.

“Damn, sweetheart…” Luc looked both sweating and speechless. “Where the hell did you learn all that?”

Kimber didn’t answer that. No point. Besides, she didn’t want to stop licking every delicious inch of Luc.

The sexy chef drew in a bracing breath. “No more teasing. I can’t take it.” It was up to her to show him differently. But Deke moved his hands again, changed the pressure of his touch, this time right across the ultrasensitive knot of her clit. A slow skim of flesh on flesh brought her closer to the edge than ever. A pass over the top, then another, then a third. Oh… The pleasure grew so intense, it damn near broke her apart. Now close to a thunderous orgasm, she gasped and jerked—and lost her grip on Luc’s cock.

As she did, Deke eased off his electrifying touches, and tears of frustration—of need—seeped from the corner of her eyes.

“No!” she wailed.

“Yes,” Luc countered, thrusting a gentle but insistent fist into her hair and forcing her to meet the hunger in his stare. “I can’t wait to feel you around me when you come.”

He gripped her hips and pulled her toward him, yanking her from Deke’s grip, and straddled her right over his waiting erection. As Luc pulled her down, he arched his hips. In he slid, up, up, up. And suddenly, Kimber was filled to the brim with his incredibly hard flesh.

Long and loud, he groaned. And still he kept tunneling into her, steady and deep until she swore she could feel him at her tonsils. Sex this way definitely maximized the penetration, nearly to the point of pain. Above him, she whimpered, tensed, her thighs tightening to stop him from sinking inside anymore. They both came to her rescue.

Easing her back up his shaft, Luc murmured, “Painful?” She gave him a shaky nod. “A little.”

Behind her, Deke urged her back down onto Luc’s cock with a line of teasing kisses across her shoulder. “Just a little. Just at first. You can take him, kitten. Take all of him. I want to watch you come.”

Before she could even answer, his fingers delved back into her wet folds, honing in on her begging clit. Luc pressed home. Deke pressed her hot button. Kimber’s cry became a moan as Luc ground against a sensitive spot deep inside her. Deke teased with a flick of his fingers. They shoved her closer to heaven…before they both withdrew like some perfectly synchronized stunt show.

“Harder. Now. More!”

Gritting his teeth, Luc entered her again, slowly filling her, a torturous drag of the head of his cock over her G-spot. Deke took his time stroking slow circles over the one spot guaranteed to send her reeling, soaring. Sizzle became burn. Pressure became an unrelenting ache. It all gathered, centered, concentrated. Kimber gasped, clutching Luc’s shoulders for support and so thankful for Deke’s anchoring arm around her waist as the sensations took her breathlessly upward.

Then she rocketed into ecstasy, soaring, weightless and breathless. High, higher, she climbed until the red heat burst. Kimber shuddered, her body clutching at Luc still buried hard and tense inside her while pleasure pulsed, spread through her body like a potent shot of pure alcohol.

In degrees and slow moments, she returned to earth. Eyes closed, Kimber struggled to draw in a breath. Perspiration filmed her.

God, she was tired. Limp. She didn’t think she could take anymore. Another orgasm like that and she’d lose consciousness. But the drive of hard male cock inside her sex all the way against her cervix brought her back to the moment with a gasp.

Luc gritted his teeth and gripped her hips. He wasn’t done. With a desperate edge, Deke pushed at Kimber’s back. She fell onto Luc’s chest, and he grabbed her and urged her lips apart to tangle her tongue with his, dominating her mouth with a ravenous kiss.

Before she could even assimilate Luc’s assault, Deke made his move, probing her back entrance with a pair of lubricated fingers. The forbidden thrill of it sent fresh tingles shooting to all the right places. Nerve endings she would have thought dormant for the day awoke. She felt so full, both front and back, stretched taut.

Clearly, Deke wasn’t done with her, either.

Tossing her head back and baring her throat to Luc, he took advantage, nipping his way up her neck to tug on her lobe with his teeth and breathe shivers over her shoulder.

A rip, a tear. Oh, God, she knew the sound of a condom wrapper. Surely, Deke didn’t plan to…

The sinful smile on Luc’s face told her that Deke did.

“Hold still, sweetheart.” Luc gripped her hips to ensure she did.

“But Deke… He’s going to—”

“Fuck you while Luc fucks you,” Deke growled into her ear, the aroused gravel in his tone making her hot and shivery. “Welcome to ménage, kitten. Get ready to know the meaning of multiple orgasms.”

The hot promise in his tone dive-bombed her with another burst of desire. Those detonated in her belly, in her sex, spreading like a molten river down her legs, up to her nipples. But that wasn’t all. Desire mixed with anxiety. Taking them both at once—huge potential for ecstasy…and pain.

“Don’t tense,” Luc whispered, soothing her.

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t about to be penetrated twice—simultaneously.

“The condom is lubricated to ease his way. He’ll make it nice and smooth. Just relax.”

Sweat broke out on Kimber’s back. Deke began to probe her back entrance, sliding the head just inside.

“Push back on me.” His voice was barely more than a rough pant.

She did as he reached up her body, grabbed her shoulders, and used the leverage to push his way past the ring of muscle—and beyond.

After an initial twinge of pain, Kimber gasped. Then Deke began to fill her up, zap forbidden nerve endings with sudden, scorching life. Then he was completely inside and shoving that last fraction deep in her rectum.

Oh, damn, did she feel full. Stuffed full of hard male flesh. So packed even drawing in a deep breath exacerbated that overflowing feeling.

A thin bit of flesh separated the two cocks. When they started moving, she could only imagine what that would feel like. Friction? For sure. Pleasure? Damn straight.

“Can you take it?” No mistaking the tight control in Deke’s sandpaper-on-asphalt voice.

Before she could even answer, they both did their best to seduce her into a yes, Deke by nipping a line of sweet kisses from her neck to shoulder while he skimmed a teasing finger across her clit, Luc by kissing the side of her neck and toying with her tender nipples.

There wasn’t anywhere they weren’t touching, weren’t igniting with thick, syrupy pleasure that drizzled through her body, drowning her fears.

But they didn’t move.

Kimber frowned, wondering. Then she realized they were waiting for her answer. They had to be in hell—not that both didn’t deserve it for teasing her within a breath of losing her sanity—but neither moved until she gave them the green light. Considerations like this—and like the pair of them racing across Texas when they thought she might be injured or in need after the explosion—told her that they cared. She wriggled her hips. Nerve endings jumped, practically began to cha-cha. A hint of the bliss to come slid across her senses, and Kimber knew she couldn’t wait another second for this experience.

“I can take it. Can you dish it out, boys?”