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“I said stop.” He grabbed her wrist.

Shayla Black Decadent She whimpered at the loss of stimulation but ceased because he forced her to.

She blinked once, twice. Twin flags of color flushed his face. His long, artistic fingers gripped her wrist with startling force.

“Don’t push me,” he warned, looking unrelenting. “I’m close to my edge.” In other words, if she didn’t want to be sating him with her ass for the next three hours, she’d better back off.

“Okay,” she whispered.

He released her and nodded, his expression looking grateful. “Slide off the sofa, knees on the floor in front of me.”

Kimber didn’t even think of teasing him. She simply complied.

“Good,” he praised as he gripped her hips and turned her away from him. Then 141

she felt his palm between her shoulder blades giving her a gentle push. “Lean forward and brace your elbows on the sofa.”

Oh, God. This was happening. Really happening
.

She could say no. Kimber knew she could. But it wouldn’t serve her purpose. And she ached for what Luc could give her now, for what Deke would see and be aroused by. There was no stopping tonight.

Swallowing hard, she did as Luc demanded. The scents of leather and her own cream wafted around her. Luc handled her, caressing her hips, lifting her skirt, stroking her ass.

“You’re beautiful here.” He smoothed his palm over one of her cheeks. “Round, firm, pale. And right now, all mine.”

She moaned. His words, his touch, aroused her even more.

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“This will work like the vibes, only I’m flesh and blood. And larger than the last vibe you took.”

Yes, he was larger, and not by just a tad. “Will it hurt?”

“I’ll ease in, minimize the pain.”

“It’s best this way. Luc’s got the patience, kitten. I’m going to love hearing you scream.”

Deke
.

Frowning, Kimber turned to him. Those denim eyes flared with passion, yes, but now tenderness also lurked. His face said that he feared he would hurt her if he tried to be the first to take her anally, but he was right there with her, hadn’t abandoned her. And she saw longing. He wanted to be in Luc’s place.

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Her mind raced as she heard Luc ripping foil behind her.

Deke had given up this opportunity because he wanted it to be good for her? Had he goaded Luc into this on purpose?

“This will be a little cold and slippery,” Luc warned.

A second later, Kimber felt his fingers probing her back entrance, spreading the cool lube in and around her puckered opening. She shivered.

Doubt assailed her suddenly. Luc, while always gentle with her, was not a small man. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to handle him. Maybe it would hurt too much.

Maybe—

Luc caressed her cheeks gently, then parted them. “Relax. Remember to push down as I push in. You’ll be fine. I’ll make it good.” Shayla Black Decadent He placed a tender kiss at the small of her back, and Kimber knew he’d do everything in his power to give her pleasure, minimize the pain. She exhaled.

Then she felt him, slick and hard against her back entrance. He pushed in a fraction, and his head entered her. Pressure but not pain.
Good.

Gripping her hips, Luc whispered, “Now, push down.” Kimber did, gritting her teeth. He thrust once, twice, blocked by the ring of muscle there.

He cursed, his fingers digging into her hips. She whimpered at the sharp edge of pain slicing into her. Instantly, Deke was there in front of her, on the sofa. “Shh. It’s okay, kitten.”

“Damn. I need to push harder,” Luc said.

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She gave them both a shaky nod. Deke gripped her hands. A slight withdrawal, a fresh grip on her hips, and Luc surged forward, the head of his cock popping past the resistant ring of muscle. She gasped as pain burst, then slowly dissipated.

Fullness took its place. Jumping nerve endings awoke with new possibilities.

“Is it done?” she whispered.

“About halfway,” Luc croaked. “The hard part is over. Are you okay?” Was she? Experiencing something new, not sure if she was feeling pleasure or pain or something in the middle, opening herself to an act she’d scarcely thought of, was she okay?

Once glance at Deke’s face told her
yes
. Taut with pleasure and expectation, he loved it. Watching? Or just knowing that when it was his turn, the slide in would be Shayla Black Decadent easier? Either way, the fact that she was submitting to Luc now both pleased and aroused Deke and somehow made it okay. More than okay.

“I’m good.” She nodded. “Go.”

“Damn you’re tight, sweetheart,” Luc ground out. “I won’t last long.” There was no opportunity to reply, and Kimber supposed he didn’t need one, not when he shoved forward again, easing in another few inches. The pressure increased, and she mewled, arching her back. He slid in another inch. She gasped.

“Almost there…” With a last, frantic grab of her hips and a growl, Luc thrust inside her ass to the hilt.

Kimber cried out at the sudden, sharp sensations. Not pleasure, not pain; somewhere in the middle. An odd feeling of suspension, even as her knees became 144

numb. And a total feeling of being mastered.

Deke brushed her hair away from her face. “God, you look sexy.” Then he glanced up at Luc, and she could see that their eyes met over her back. “Fuck her.” Luc didn’t answer, he simply drew back, all the way to the ring of muscle, then slid home. The friction made her gasp. Again, the pleasure/pain, the fullness and pressure, they made her writhe, toss back her head, and struggle to take it. Even as she knew she’d take it again gladly. Everything about her felt…alive.

“Touch your clit.” Luc’s voice sounded strained. “I want to feel you come.” No chance of her not coming, really. The newness of it all, and the rapture on Deke’s face as he watched her reaction to being all pumped full of pleasure. And Luc’s cock, strong but gentle, slowly picking up the pace. Slowly driving her toward oblivion.

Shayla Black Decadent Being obedient appealed at the moment, and she touched her fingers to her clit.

Not just wet but soaking. In fact, cream dripped down her thighs. Had she ever been this aroused? Deke and Luc were a powerful one-two sucker punch to her self-control.

Amazing
, she thought, feeing the sexy chef thrust into her again. Her clit pulsed under her fingers, and she rubbed. Tendrils of pleasure spread like the parts of a spider web, delicate and far reaching. Shocking. Kimber heard moaning, and realized the sound had come from her.

The sweet ache of Luc’s invasion and the sharp edge of pleasure she gave herself was about to send her into the stratosphere.

“Oh, hell. She’s rippling around me.”

“You gonna come, kitten?” Deke whispered in her ear.

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Kimber could only cry out and arch her back a bit more. Luc slid deeper and hissed, digging his fingers into her hips. He fucked her harder. Her nerve endings jumped in approval. God, she’d never imagined this would be so consuming.

“Suck his cock,” Luc ordered.

Deke’s gaze bounced up to meet Luc’s. Whatever he saw there calmed him. When he lowered his gaze to her, those blue eyes pleaded with her. He took his cock in his hand and eased himself closer to her mouth.

Yes!
Full at front and back. It was…perfect. Luc’s rhythm was now deep, slow, and hard. Kimber set her tempo the same. She knew Deke liked it.

“Oh, fuck yes!” he cried out his approval.

Shayla Black Decadent Her fingers faltered on her clit, and Luc came to the rescue, batting her hand out of the way and taking over.

Oh, much better.
He was so damn effective. The ramp up to ecstasy multiplied.

Spinning, tumbling, flying. Almost…

“Come, sweetheart.”

She moaned around Deke’s cock, and an explosion rent her body, tearing through her soul, rearranging her. Shaken, broken and remade, stunned and amazed, she convulsed, her back rounding as rivers of white-hot pleasure streamed through her body. Behind her, Luc stiffened, gripped her hips again, and let loose a guttural cry.

Kimber felt joyous, triumphant. She’d done it! And she’d gladly do it again. But she wasn’t finished, Deke reminded her by thrusting into her mouth. Determined to share her bliss, she took him deep and slow, sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth 146

scraping. His hands made their way onto her face and cradled her. “Yeah, kitten.

Suck me. So fucking good.”

Knowing she could do this to him, yes. It
was
good. And she wanted him to come, needed to know he felt the ecstasy, too. Luc withdrew from her backside slowly, carefully. Kimber moaned at the odd sensation of his withdrawal, of the ache of sudden emptiness.

He leaned over her body and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “You keep amazing me. That felt incredible.”

Behind her, she felt Luc rise. Vaguely, she heard him peel off the condom. Then his padded footsteps left the room. And she focused her attention on Deke, on the muscled thighs beneath her fingers, the thick stalk her tongue cradled.

Instantly, Deke tensed. “Get the fuck back here!” Shayla Black Decadent Kimber lifted her head, puzzled. “I’m here.”

“I meant Luc,” he growled.

Deke needed Luc…why? Certainly Deke could come without him.

“Back in a minute,” Luc called from across the house.

“I want your ass back here now.”

Luc didn’t answer. Deke’s hands became fists, and he jumped to his feet and cursed, something mean and ugly that shocked even her.

Curiouser and curiouser
.

“We don’t need him,” she whispered. “I’m more than happy to finish what we started all by ourselves.”

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Deke’s gaze left the empty portal and he raked a hot stare over her body. At the sight of her wearing nothing but a little skirt, his cock flared, swelled. Another frantic gaze around the room.

“Oh, shit. No! No more condoms…”

Trying to smooth the puzzlement from her face, Kimber took his hand. “It’s all right. Sit down. We don’t need a condom. I’ll finish you—”

“No. Not without Luc here. I won’t do this without Luc in the room.”

“What?” Shock reverberated through her body. What he was saying…did he really mean it? Every muscle in his body taut, the denial of his pleasure, the screaming obscenities at Luc at the top of his lungs? Yeah, he meant it.

“You can come without Luc in the room, I’m sure. He’s not going to help you.” Shayla Black Decadent

“No, but he’s supposed to help you, keep you safe. And if he doesn’t get back here, I swear to God, I’m less than two seconds from throwing you to the floor and fucking you.”

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Shayla Black Decadent

CHAPTER
7

Tempting
. It was the first word that popped into her head. Kimber had never thought of herself as being sexually driven, but a few days with Deke and Luc…and she could think of little else, especially with Deke’s pants hanging low around his thighs and his thick, ready cock right in front of her.

Stupid
. It was the second word to burst into her head. She hadn’t come here to be with him, but to learn how to be with Jesse. But that wasn’t what made her pause.

For some reason, Deke would not engage her sexually without Luc in the room.

And judging from Luc’s lack of surprise, she didn’t think this was a new development. Which implied that he had hang-ups unrelated to virgins, but to sex in general.

Kimber heard the clink of pipes that signaled the shower running in Luc’s 149

bathroom, and she knew he wasn’t coming back, not quickly enough to intercede.

She was flying blind in a situation that was clearly touchy for Deke. And she was going to have to wing it.

“Take a deep breath,” she suggested. “We can wait for him to come back or continue as we were. Your call.”

“Don’t touch me right now. You’ll be sorry if you do.” Between his tight jaw and ground-out words, Kimber believed him. He was riding a razor-thin edge of control. One move the wrong way and he’d snap.

Just this morning she’d believed she was too tomboyish to seriously arouse Deke.

He’d quickly proved her wrong and made her feel both alive and feminine in the process. Amazing the perspective a few hours and a little conversation could give a person.

Shayla Black Decadent Unfortunately, none of that helped her now.

“I’m in better control of myself than this morning. We can work this out. I’ll say no if things get too hot.”

His hands slid into her hair, his fists gripping her. Indecision and craving warred on his tight face. His harsh breaths fell across her cheek. “Kitten, you just don’t know all the reasons that’s a bad idea.”

“Then tell me the reasons. Maybe I can help.”

His fists tightened in her hair. His tawny brows slashed down over eyes so blue, they nearly looked black. Torture. The emotional kind. It was all over his expression.

“Despite the fact I’ve been a total asshole to you, you still offer to help me. If I was 150

a better man—” He stopped, apparently not wanting to finish that train of thought.

“You can’t help, kitten. I dug my own grave twelve years ago.” And he’d buried himself emotionally ever since. He didn’t say that, but Kimber knew it. He wouldn’t come without Luc in the room for the same reason he engaged in ménages, she’d bet. Something had happened to him as a teenager that had changed everything.

“Tell me what happened.”

He scoffed and looked at her as if she’d lost half her brain. “A regurgitation of the past is not going to change a thing.”

“Maybe it will. I’ve had time alone with Luc. I want some with you, just you. But this…
thing
is between us.”

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“It always will be. If a small army of therapists couldn’t erase the problem, you sitting there in nothing but a fuck-me skirt and listening to me talk about my past isn’t going to ‘fix’ me. You’ll only be tempting me to take what I know I shouldn’t, and as heavenly as sinking down deep into you would be, it won’t raise the dead.” She didn’t understand his reference at all, but quickly grasped that somehow, somewhere along the way, sex and death had tangled together, and he felt responsible, like some Greek tragedy. Luc had been his watchdog and crutch since.