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  “Sorry. I was just wondering about the windows. And the view. And whether or not the sun would shine in my eyes in the morning because that’s really annoying.” Another swat proceeded Tucker’s roar of laughter.

  “Kodak, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother turn that particular shade of purple. Even if you weren’t the hottest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of paddling, this would be worth the price of admission.” Without saying another word, Tucker pulled her out of his brother’s embrace and into his own.

  “Pay attention, big brother. You want to keep the lady engaged, this is how it’s done.” His lips met hers, and Mia swore she heard music playing as he teased the seam with his tongue and pushed forward when she gasped. She’d been kissed before, but this was seduction and conquering, all in one sweet package. When he growled against her, the vibration in his chest made her nipples tingle, and she felt them tighten into stiff peaks.

  The kiss was raging out-of-control, and Mia could have sworn she was falling. When her back came up against the cool cotton sheets covering the bed, she realized the sensation hadn’t been her overactive imagination. How had he managed to move her across the room without her knowing? Damn, that was humbling, but at this moment, she was past the point of caring about anything vaguely resembling self-awareness or improprieties. When she finally opened her eyes, she blinked back her surprise; it wasn’t Tucker’s face, but Brock’s looking down on her.

  “Damn, I do love that look,” he smiled. “So utterly lost in the moment, she’s not tracking our movements. Perfect.” His lips sealed over hers, and Brock’s kiss was just as powerful as his brother’s. Tucker had pushed, but Brock cajoled. Despite his earlier desperation, he was all cool control and tantalizing temptation now.

  Tucker reminded her of the bad boy girls loved, but she suspected it was Brock who dried their tears when Tucker moved on. Brock was the one who would hold her when she was sad and be the first to celebrate her successes. Realizing she was letting her head get way ahead of things, Mia refocused herself on enjoying the moment.

  Reaching up, she cupped his shoulders and smiled into the kiss when she realized he’d taken off his shirt. She tried to slide her arms around him and was surprised when her wrists were shackled by large hands and pulled over her head. Rather than frightening her, she felt a burst of heat sear her nerve endings, and she arched into Brock’s kiss. Soul shattering need took over and erased anything vaguely resembling logic from her mind.

  The rustling of clothing and the crinkling of a condom wrapper pulled her out of the haze of arousal, making her realize Brock had ended the kiss.

  “Damn, baby, you make a man lose his mind for wanting you.”

  When she finally let her gaze stray from his rich chocolate eyes, she was surprised to see his enormous cock was already sheathed in a condom, the wide tip poised at her entrance. He must have sensed her alarm because he chuckled.

  “It’ll fit, baby, I promise.”

  She wasn’t a virgin, but she was far from experienced. The only other time she’d had sex, it hadn’t been anything she was interested in repeating, so she hadn’t bothered. It helped that she hadn’t met anyone interesting enough to make her reconsider her self-imposed celibacy… until Brock and Tucker. When she decided to end a dry spell, she did it in grand style, with not one smokin’ hot man, but two.

  “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I need to know this is what you want, Mia. I’m sensing your hesitance, and even though I’m about to burst, wanting to sink into your heat, I’m not moving until you say the words.”

  Aww. Mia recognized this because she’d grown up having to repeat the magic words to get things done. “Please.” The word was little more than a whisper and sounded like a plea even to her own ears.

  “As lovely as that sounded, and I assure you, hearing you ask so sweetly is damned tempting, I need more.” Brock’s brows drew together, and she could tell he was struggling to maintain control.

  The harder she tried to figure out what he wanted, the faster her mind spun out of control. At this rate, she’d burst into flames from the heat of the tip of his cock slipping slowly against her folds. Her hips canted of their own volition, and he shook his head.

  “Tell me that you want this, Mia. Say the words. I’m not going to fuck you until you ask.”

  Ask him to fuck her? Could she speak so crudely to get what she wanted? She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to skimp on the pleasure these men could offer, and it wasn’t a secret that was going to involve wild monkey sex. So why was she balking about saying the one word needed to set things in motion?

  “There she goes overthinking things again. Damn, I see a lot of spankings in her future,” Tucker’s amused tone grated on her last nerve. Her body was shuddering with unmet need and he was yammering about spankings?

  “Chicken noodle soup, please fuck me before I die,” the words tumbled out without hitting the filter she usually kept firmly in place between her mouth and her brain, but Tucker’s taunt had short-circuited her ability to edit her words. In the end, it didn’t matter because any excuse she might have eventually voiced evaporated into a fine mist when Brock pushed himself past her entrance. The burn of stretching tissues made her breath catch, and even lost in the chaos of her body’s reactions, Mia felt both men go completely still.

  “As amusing as that answer was, I’m not moving until you convince me you’re okay.”

  Mia struggled to smile through the haze. It wasn’t that she was in pain, it was just taking her a few minutes to adjust to his size. The sweet burn of her tightly stretched tissues felt exquisite.

  “So big. So good. Oh God, please don’t stop.” She lost sight of Brock’s face and realized her eyes had rolled back so far, it was no wonder the world had gone dark around her.

  “We’re going to go slow no matter how many times you tempt me, baby. You are so fucking tight,” Brock’s voice was harsh, but she knew it wasn’t from anger. Her heart appreciated his care even if her body wasn’t as appreciative of the delay.

  “When is the last time you had sex, sweet cheeks?” Tucker’s words were spoken against the sensitive spot behind her ear and sent a spear of longing straight to her nipples. What was with these two? None of the books she’d read had prepared her for all this chit-chat. What the hell? I thought American men were supposed to be about less talk and more action? Isn’t there a song about that? Don’t these guys listen to the radio?

  Tucker’s rumbling laughter made her groan.

  “Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud? Dumplings, I have to start paying more… oh God, please don’t stop.” Brock was pulling back, and she struggled to free her hands, so she could clamp them over him and hold him in place.

  “How long, sweet cheeks?”

  “College. Freshman year.” She hoped their background on her didn’t include her educational history because if it did…

  “You were barely seventeen years old when you started college, for fuck’s sake. What ass wipe had sex with a girl that age?” Tucker sounded outraged and his words were tantamount to someone throwing a bucket of cold water over her.

  The adrenaline from the arousal she’d felt a few seconds before, fell away and a waterfall of tears followed. She hated to cry. Hated it. It infuriated her that she was displaying such weakness after all she’d been through over the past few weeks. She tried to turn her face away from Tucker, but Brock’s warm hands bracketed her face and held her still.

  “Look at me, baby.” When she tried to shake her head, and wiggle out from under him, his voice deepened. “Right now, Mia. Open your eyes and let my hot-headed brother apologize.” She pulled in a shuddering breath and slowly lifted her tear-soaked lashes. Brock’s eyes were filled with indulgence. “Our protective instincts are going to override our good sense sometimes, baby.”

  Tucker turned her face, so he could look into her eyes. “Christ, sweet cheeks, I’m sorry. I just hated feeling like some prick had taken advantage of you. I know you
are a capable woman, and it’s not any of my business what happened, but damnit, I still want to rip his head off.” This time his repentant smile took the sting out of the words. She hadn’t been taken advantage of by an older man, she and the boy who’d reluctantly claimed her virginity were the same age.

  “It wasn’t his fault, but I don’t want to talk about this with you… either of you. If you’ll just let me go, I’m tired, and I’d like to get some sleep. I’m sure Mr. Barnes will have a lot of questions for me tomorrow, and I’d like to be able to think clearly during what is sure to be an intense interrogation.”

  As apologies went, Tucker Deitz’s sucked. Mia’s anger wasn’t ebbing, and if they didn’t leave her alone pretty damned fast, she was going to start crying again, then she’d be even more pissed off. She rarely cried when she was sad, but since she’d been raised to hold back her anger, tears were the only outlet for the emotion. It was a never-ending cycle until she’d cried herself into a coma and slept it off.

  *

  Tucker felt like a first-class ass. He’d reacted with a flash of fiery possessiveness he hadn’t even felt for the woman he’d married. The harsh words had slipped out before his brain could kick into gear and hold them back. Seeing Mia’s tears of frustration and the hurt reflected in her eyes made him want to put his fist through a wall, and from the look on Brock’s face, he’d better be ready to have his ass handed to him on that front as well.

  If he was half the man he should be, he’d walk out the door and let Brock make love to Mia. He knew his brother, and there was no question his game plan had just taken a one-eighty. There wouldn’t be any wild abandon fucking tonight—it had been too long since she’d taken a cock inside her sweet pussy, and it was doubtful her experience had been about pleasure. It said a lot about how selfish he could be to admit he wasn’t going anywhere. Tucker was determined to make it up to her, he just wasn’t sure how.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brock was going to kick his brother’s ass. He understood Tucker’s reaction. Hell, in some ways he was grateful to see the intense emotional response from the man who’d all but tuned out since his broom-riding ex turned his world on end. And Brock knew he shared some responsibility for this massive fuck-up because it had been his question about her previous experience that set them on the road to nowhere. Now, it was a matter of damage control and beginning to repair the shredded trust they’d been building since pulling Mia out of that damned hole under her bedroom floor.

  Listening to Tucker’s lame apology tested his restraint because he could feel the frustration pulsing around Mia. She wasn’t buying it, and Brock didn’t blame her. When she politely dismissed them, he knew it was time to intervene. Smiling to himself, he wondered if this wasn’t a sign of things to come. How often would he play peacemaker between the two of them? Of course, Tucker had mediated between them earlier during her erotic spanking, so perhaps it would all even out in the end. He’d never wanted a woman who was so blindly compliant, she never challenged him, and he knew Tucker wouldn’t be attracted to a woman like that either.

  “We’re not going to let you hide, baby. I know Tuck’s apology wasn’t much, but I think he was as surprised by his outburst as you were. He hasn’t been interested in caring for a woman for a while, but that’s his story to tell, and I’m going to let him share it with you when he’s ready. For now, let’s just say he wasn’t expecting to be so alarmed about your safety, even it was a long time ago.”

  He felt her begin to relax against him and he took advantage of the moment by sealing his lips over hers. The kiss started out as a peace offering but transitioned to an inferno of seduction in five seconds flat.

  “Jesus, that’s so fucking hot. I love watching you catch fire in my brother’s arms, sweet cheeks. And I promise, I’ll be a lot better at apologizing with my body than I am with words.” Brock listened to Tucker’s words and agreed his brother was better with action than words. No doubt his physical apology would be much more persuasive.

  Brock didn’t break the kiss but gave Mia a chance to pull in a quick breath before pulling her right back into the web he was weaving around them. The short cruise to Texas wasn’t going to give them a tremendous amount of time to explore the possibilities of a relationship with Mia, and Brock was determined to make the most of every minute. The first step was slipping down her slender body and making sure she was ready for him. Feeling her tongue dueling with his and feeling the vibration of her mews of desire pressing the tight peaks of her nipples against his chest made his cock so hard, the damned thing was throbbing against her thigh.

  Kissing down the side of her neck and continuing down until he could trace the line of her collarbone with his tongue, he was pleased to hear Tucker shedding his clothes at the side of the bed. When the bed dipped, signaling Tuck’s return, Brock moved further down, making room for Tucker to sample the sweet lips he’d been reluctant to leave.

  “I’m going to kiss you, sweet cheeks. I can see the effect you had on Brock, and I’m looking forward to tasting these beautiful lips.” By the time Brock’s tongue was circling Mia’s navel, Tucker was whispering sweet words to her, and the scent of her arousal was once again filling the air. Trailing the tip of his tongue through her wet folds, Brock felt her shudder and heard Tucker’s chuckle.

  “He’s just getting started darlin.’ Just wait until he fucks you with his tongue, you’re going to have an out-of-body experience, it’s going to feel so good.” Brock gave Tuck a quick hand signal then pushed his tongue deep into her tight channel.

  “Come for us, Mia.” Tucker’s simple command was all it took for Mia to shatter in their arms. Her pussy sent a flood of sweet cream over his tongue, and Brock relished her unique flavor. With his hands wrapped around her slender thighs, he could feel the fine tremors in her muscles as she slowly floated back to herself.

  He wanted her cognizant but still riding the wave when he pushed deep inside her. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and even though he was a bit narrower than his brother, he was still larger than average, so he was going to have to go slow, giving her rapidly swelling tissues time to stretch enough to accommodate him.

  Moving back into position, Brock positioned himself at her opening and started the slow process of rocking his hips forward and back, claiming another fraction of an inch each time he pressed further in. When he felt her beginning to tense, he slowed and nodded to Tucker.

  “I think our little sub needs something to distract her, brother.” The walls of her vagina contracted around him so tight, it was almost painful, and a groan of pleasure slipped out before he could call it back.

  “She is tightening around me like a damned vice, and I’m not even halfway inside. This is going to be over much too soon if you don’t give her something else to think about.”

  “Here, sweet cheeks, give me a little taste of the heaven I see in your other Master’s eyes and suck me.” Brock would have cheered Tucker’s subtle reference to himself as her Master if he hadn’t been so focused on not plunging in as deep as he could go and fucking her like the beast simmering below the surface. If he didn’t move soon, his damned head was going to explode.

  *

  Tucker’s eyes rolled up when the tip of Mia’s tongue teased his tip, lapping at the pearly drop, and humming appreciation. Holding himself close to her lips with one hand while keeping her arms above her head with the other meant he was able to control how much she could torment him with the wicked flicks of her tongue along the corona. Feeling the heat of her mouth so close as she’d traced her tongue along the rigid ring surrounding the head of his penis was driving him slowly out of his mind.

  Painting a second drop of pre-cum over her lips and seeing it glisten in the dim light was one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced. Watching his brother slowly push his way inside her pussy and listening to the sexy sounds she made was pushing his control to the limit. Mia might not have a lot of sexual experience, but she had amazi
ng instincts.

  “Damn, sweet cheeks, your mouth is so hot, you’re burning me alive. Relax your jaw and breath through your nose, I want to see how far you can take me.”

  Normally her eyes were a bright blue, but arousal had darkened them until they were deep violet. She blinked up at him and gave a quick nod without releasing him, and he felt her relax around him.

  Without giving her a chance to worry about what he was going to do, Tuck began pushing forward until he knew he was at the back of her throat.

  “Swallow around me, pet. You are fucking amazing.” When she swallowed, her throat muscles squeezed him, and Tucker’s head fell back on his shoulders as he moaned her name. “Fuck me, Mia, that feels so good, I have no way to even begin to describe it.” Pulling back, the vibration of her groaned protest sent most of his remaining blood to his cock, and he hoped like hell he wouldn’t pass out.

  “You are killing me, sweet cheeks. That mouth is pure pleasure.” Sliding almost all the way out and then pushing back in, Tucker wanted to praise her for the way she opened her throat to welcome him, but any ability he’d had to form a coherent thought, let alone speak, had evaporated into a fine mist in the heat.

  “I was hoping this would help me stave off my release but watching the way she is making love to you with her mouth is giving me almost as much pleasure as feeling her muscles rippling around me. Every time we speak to her, she answers with her whole body. Her vaginal muscles tremble, her thighs clench against me, and I see her fingers flexing in your hold. I swear to God if she could get her hands on us, we’d both snap.”

  His words must have been enough to set her off because before he’d finished speaking, he felt the first wave of her release. Brock had finally pushed himself in so that his tip was pressing against her cervix and as soon as she started to go over, he set a steady pace that would extend her orgasm without damaging the tightly stretched tissues.