He wasn’t close enough, deep enough. He had to envelop her, fill her. Easing his arms over her shoulders, between her back and the mattress, he lifted her chest against his and pressed in. Panting, frantic, fucking on fire, he fused their mouths together and surged deep into her once more. She responded again with a jerk and a groan. And still, it wasn’t enough. It never would be.
Hard, fast, the slick slide of his flesh over—into—hers was both heaven and hell.
Exquisite torture. Every rasp of her clasping cunt sent him careening closer to oblivion. She was everything he’d ever wanted, never believed existed or that he deserved. And he wasn’t leaving this bed until she exploded in orgasm and shouted a hoarse cry in his name.
“Deke,” Luc’s voice broke into the wild rhythm of his shuttling in and out of her.
“Deke!”
“What?” he snarled.
“Be gentle.”
Gentle? Shit!
Deke thundered a heavy stare down at Kimber. His gaze met her dilated hazel eyes and an arc of electricity zinged right up his cock, punctuated by her needy, restless moan. “Am I hurting you?”
Yeah, he sounded like he gargled with sandpaper. So fucking what? Before she could answer, he had to level another long stroke to the end of her channel. The motion lit up nerves and set off a blaze of sensation, based on the way she scratched her nails into his back, arched to him, and her sensitive walls clasped him tighter.
“Am I?” he demanded.
“No. More. God, more!”
Her words peeled the veneer off what little civility he possessed. Hammering into her like a lust-crazed maniac, Deke held her against him, immobile, forcing her to accept the brutal need of his every thrust as he took possession of her mouth in a desperate kiss.
“It appears you don’t need me here after all. I’ll just…go,” he heard Luc say over the roar of his heart. His cousin rose and made his way across the room, to the door.
The impact of Luc leaving him here alone with Kimber… Deke stopped. Froze.
Like someone had put a choke hold on his pleasure and squeezed the life out of his arousal. Blood rushed away from his erection. It dwindled, dread replacing arousal.
What the…? This had never happened. Panic stole into his veins like sharp, stinging needles. No, no, no! This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wanted to make love to Kimber, have her all to himself. His body had other plans.
Holy shit! His erection…gone. How? Why was this happening suddenly? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on everything sexual, anything that would bring his cock back to life.
Nothing.
In that instant, Deke knew he wouldn’t be able to finish this if Luc left.
Goddamn motherfucking son of a bitch! What was wrong with him? Maybe he should just ask Heather. Oh, wait. She was dead.
Mortification slammed as he wondered with a sick frustration how his body could let him down. All this time he’d been afraid and psyching himself out about it, thinking he was just screwed up in the head in his refusal to fuck a woman alone.
But it was physical, too. He couldn’t even stay hard without his cousin here to hold his hand. He felt like half a man. Like a freak.
“Stay!” Deke demanded, choking the word out. “For chrissakes, come over here and be gentle. I can’t.”
Luc hesitated. “Please.” It physically hurt to spit the word out, but Deke knew, knew, he wasn’t going to be able to finish staking his claim on Kimber if Luc left the room.
And didn’t that speak volumes about how fucked-up in the head he was?
With a defeated sigh, Luc padded back to his side of the bed and crawled on.
Biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood, Deke rolled to his side so that Kimber’s back nestled to Luc’s chest.
His cousin placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the damp crook of her neck. “You look beautiful in pleasure.”
All was normal again—or his definition of it. Seeing Kimber relax against Luc, and his cousin’s mouth travel over her flushed skin, his cock sprang back to vital life.
Taking hold of her hips, Deke pressed as deep inside Kimber as he could. “You are beautiful, kitten. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” Fresh tears clawed out of Kimber’s eyes as she threw her arms around Deke’s neck. Her pussy fluttered around him. With another hard stroke into her, he pushed against her G-spot, ground up against her clit. And Kimber came apart, roaring out a tortured cry of satisfaction so wild, unlike any Deke had ever heard from her.
“Deke!”
Her untamed pulsing all over his cock, her cries of whimpering pleasure ringing off the walls, sent him straight into a crash of ecstasy that clenched around his heart. Sobbing out a masculine growl, sensations gathered up inside him like a fireball, dangerous and consuming. In a few powerful spasms, he poured it all out into her. Everything—his love, his need, his hopes, his soul. Kimber accepted it all inside her with a long cry. Their gazes connected, and the connection latched, locked into place. He couldn’t have looked away to save his fucking life.
Timeless moments later, the tumult ended. Kimber stilled, then broke their connection as her body sank into the mattress and she clambered away from him, rolling away—right into Luc’s arms with a sharp cry and jagged tears. Luc closed his arms around her, but his gaze met Deke’s. Confusion. There was no other word to describe it. About Deke’s physical reaction. About Kimber’s emotional one. From Deke’s complete inability to perform, then straight to orgasm. From her immersion in ecstasy to razor-sharp despair. Now, Deke was spent.
Kimber sobbed. Luc had no idea what was going on with either of them. Deke wasn’t totally sure himself. But he was focusing on Kimber for now.
“Kitten?” he rolled closer, leaning over her. “What?” For endless minutes, she refused to talk. He asked. Luc asked. No answers. Just more of those hysterical tears that ripped a sword of excruciating pain right through the middle of his heart. He did the only thing he could do. And Luc joined him. They simply rubbed her, soothed her, telling her everything would be okay.
Deke knew for a fact that every word out of his mouth was bullshit.
“No more,” she sobbed. Then she closed her eyes against him. Moments later, she went still, as if the peaks of body and emotion were too overwhelming. She sank into slumber, curled in a fetal position. Deke looked down as he realized that he’d slipped his hand into hers at some point and she still clutched it.
The roaring climaxes that had wracked her body thrilled Deke, but all the tears..