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  There was a challenge in his gaze, a dare that said she couldn’t possible take whatever they decided to dish out. And why the hell she was going to let them dish it out, she wasn’t certain.

  “You’re a tease,” she accused him.

  “Think that’s all?” he asked her, a dark, heavy eroticism filling his expression. “Shall we see?”

  That was all he could do, she told herself. Tease her. The tugging of her hair was good, that bit of heat mixing with the pleasure had been shocking for a second, but it was gone now.

  His gaze moved across her slowly, leisurely.

  “What’s your greatest fantasy?” he asked then, pushing her legs further apart. “When it’s dark and you’re alone with only your fingers for pleasure, what do you fantasize about?”

  What did she fantasize about?

  “Both of you,” she whispered. She didn’t have to lie about that—they already knew she wanted them.

  “Separately? Together?”

  What did he want?

  “Together.” She frowned up at him, breath catching as Falcon bent to her, his tongue licking over her nipple as he knelt next to her.

  Her gaze moved to his cock as he laid on his side, stretching to his lower stomach, so hard, throbbing.

  “Together,” she repeated, fighting to breathe.

  She’d touch him, but he still held her wrists, restraining her, keeping her from reaching out to him.

  She jerked in reaction as Raeg’s teeth scraped over her thigh, far too close to the sensitive, needy flesh of her sex.

  “Together how?” His voice was lower now, a gentle croon, nothing threatening, nothing to distract from the desire to taste the hard length of cock just beyond her reach.

  “However you want me,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Every way.”

  “Falcon.” Raeg’s tone firmed. “Put her on her knees.”

  On her knees?

  A second later she was being rolled to her stomach, Raeg’s hands gripping her hips, pulling her to her knees as Falcon released her wrists to allow her to hold her position.

  “Give her what she’s so hungry for,” Raeg told his brother then. “Fuck her mouth. I’ll see how much of a tease she can take on that pretty pussy.”

  Falcon’s fingers gripped her hair, surprising her, holding her in place as the head of his cock pressed to her lips, pushed past them, and filled her mouth with the taste of iron-hard male heat.

  At the same time, Raeg’s head pushed between her thighs, his body stretched out beneath her, both hands reaching up to cup her rear and draw her hips to him.

  Raeg’s tongue licked through the sensitive wet folds of her pussy at the same time his hand landed on the curve of her rear in a heated caress.

  Heated. Fiery heat snapped through her senses as his tongue circled her clit.

  She tried to jerk back from Falcon, tried to make sense of what she’d just felt whipping through her senses. But before she could process that need, Falcon’s hands clenched in her hair, the head of his cock filling her mouth again.

  The moan that slipped past her throat was part cry, part whimper.

  In the next breath, it was a strangled scream.

  Raeg’s tongue pushed inside her, thrusting hard past the clenched entrance to her pussy as his hand landed on the curve of her ass again, that blooming heat attacking her senses, mixing with the pleasure and sending shudders tearing through her.

  And it didn’t stop. Each lick, each thrust of his tongue was another heavy caress to her rear. Always in a different place. Some landing heavier than others, all of them tearing past a reserve she hadn’t known she possessed and opening a hunger inside her she couldn’t have imagined.

  Slowly, too slowly, the heated pleasure intensified, the burn building to a pleasure-pain she hadn’t imagined existed. Her hips writhed, pushed to his too playful tongue, only to still as the caress landed harder, chastising her for trying to take her pleasure before he was willing to give it to her.

  All the while Falcon’s fingers tightened and released her hair close to the scalp, his cock shuttling between her lips, working past them in slow, measured thrusts that gave her just enough time to believe she’d soon taste his release only to take it from her once again.

  Already dazed, desperate for them, Summer felt the need for that mix of pleasure and pain begin rising. It built in a part of her sexuality that she’d never imagined existed until now, then spread through her senses like a tidal wave.

  Each surge of pleasure from his tongue, his sucking lips, was followed by his heated caresses. Caresses that soon weren’t enough, the heat dimming, the needs for more only growing.

  And she needed that harder caress.

  Damn him, why wouldn’t he just go ahead and spank her? Just give it to her? If the heavy caresses were this good, what would a spanking actually do for her?

  His hand landed harder then and dazed satisfaction began over-taking her. Between each burning caress his fingers would stroke and caress the curves of her ass, part them, and send flares of sensation streaking through her anal opening.

  As the pleasure-pain began to burn, to build, she sucked Falcon’s cock, working her mouth over the engorged head, sucking and tonguing it, desperate for the taste of his release.

  She had never had a man spill between her lips.

  The slow measured thrusts between her lips moved deeper, pulling a strangled cry from her as the engorged crest flexed and throbbed against her tongue.

  “Raeg, I can’t last much longer,’ Falcon groaned. “Her mouth is so sweet. So sweet and hot.”

  Raeg’s tongue speared inside her, retreated, circled her clit again. The heated, heavy caresses to her rear came closer together, and each time his hand landed, the pleasure-pain of it filled her senses, drugging them further, pushing her closer to her own release.

  “Your ass blushes so pretty,” Falcon groaned. “Dark pink, clenching with each little slap…”

  She cried out around his cock, needing, aching …

  “I want to fuck your mouth just like this, Summer. Fuck it slow and easy while you scream around it, and I will watch him work his cock up that sweet, tight ass…”

  Raeg’s lips surrounded her clit, his tongue swiped over it. His hand landed with such erotic, wicked heat …

  Ecstasy exploded through her.

  Her mouth tightened on Falcon’s cock, her tongue undulating just beneath the head. Orgasmic explosions ripped through her senses, jerked through her body, and sent her hurtling into chaos.

  No more than a heartbeat later, Falcon’s hands tightened further in her hair, amplifying the pleasure before she felt the first, rapid pulse of semen fill her mouth, shocking her senses.

  That first taste, and she wanted more. Each rapid taste of male heat, slightly salty, reminiscent of a Georgia thunderstorm. It filled her taste buds and added to the explosions tearing through her.

  And with each, hard detonation of pleasure rocking, Raeg’s lips and tongue were there to catch, to taste, the release of her juices spilling from her.

  It was never-ending, only to end far too soon.

  Falcon’s still-erect cock pulled from her lips, his voice soothing, deep, as Raeg eased from between her thighs. His lips and tongue were no longer tormenting her, driving her deeper into that climactic storm.

  Collapsing to the bed, the sweetest lassitude swept through Summer. Stealing over her, dragging her into a quiet, dark place where nothing existed but the warm peace she’d been craving.

  Finally …

  Chapter

  FOUR

  Summer’s eyes opened as Raeg turned her onto her back. He watched her breath catch, need still simmering in her dark violet eyes as he pushed her legs apart. He lifted her knees, placing them over his spread thighs as he knelt between them. Sliding his hands to her hips, and rather than coming over her, he dragged her body forward, her hips tilting until the wide, flared crest of his erection kissed the naked folds of her saturated pussy. Pleasu
re shot up his spine and drew a ragged groan from his chest.

  “How fucking pretty,” Falcon’s voice sounded like a growl as Raeg watched his brother lie beside her, his hand smoothing over her stomach, his broad palm stroking against her abdomen. “I want to see this, baby. To hear your pleasure. This is what we dream of, Summer, seeing all the hunger and need inside you, and stoking it as hot, as wild as it can go.”

  She was pretty. So damned pretty it was all Raeg could do to breathe when he saw her sometimes. And now—his gaze lowered between her thighs, watched as the glistening folds of her pussy parted, embracing the broad crest of his cock.

  He had to clench his jaw to hold back. His teeth locked together so tight they ached. The slick, juice-laden flesh cupped the end of his cock, the narrow entrance flexing, heat easing from the inner channel as he began pressing forward. His hands clenched on her thighs as he watched, felt the brutal pleasure beginning from the head of his dick to his balls as they drew tight at the base of the shaft.

  “Oh God…” She tried to tighten her thighs as her pussy flexed, caressing each inch of his flesh as he worked it inside the snug channel.

  “Hell, she’s so fucking tight,” he groaned, pushing in deeper, easing back, then forcing inside her by slow degrees once again. Each inner contraction around the sensitive crest was destructive.

  So hot, so damned good …

  Her fingers fisted in the blankets beneath her, hips arching as strangled cries left her lips.

  Flushed features were dazed with her pleasure, those pretty violet eyes so dark, so wild with her climb to release that they were nearly black. Dazed, her face suffused with the intensity of sensation. And he was mesmerized by that look, torn between watching as he pushed inside her and watching her face as each inch stretched her inner flesh.

  He’d told himself he could keep this from happening, could maintain the distance, could keep her so angry that she wouldn’t let him touch her. But he’d known, he thought fatalistically as a groan tore from his chest, that he was lying to himself. Lying to himself and endangering her in ways he’d never wanted to. Just as he was endangering his own soul.

  Because Summer wasn’t the only one mesmerized by the pleasure. He was dying from it. With each shallow thrust, each clench of her snug pussy around the head of his cock, his sensations became sharper, his pleasure deeper.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered as her hips jerked in his grip, trying to push him deeper as her cries of pleasure filled his senses. “You’re so sweet and tight. You like that little burn, don’t you? That little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure.”

  His gaze slid to Falcon, watching as his brother kissed his way down Summer’s perspiration-dewed neck to the tight, hard points of her nipples. The flushed, pebbled tips were cherry red, flushed and swollen and drawing Falcon’s attention as Summer arched against the tight, controlled thrusts of Raeg’s erection inside her.

  “Please.” Her voice was low, her body straining as he worked his cock deeper inside her in slow, controlled thrusts, easing inside her, torturing himself with the pleasure, with the heat searing his flesh and tightening around his erection.

  He wanted to enjoy this. Every sensation, every cry from her pouty, reddened lips, the sight of her struggling to accept a pleasure so extreme it was tearing through her senses.

  As Falcon’s lips neared the swollen point of a nipple, Raeg eased back, pausing, his cock resting just inside the entrance of the snuggest grip he’d ever known in his life.

  The second his brother’s lips covered the sensitive tip, Raeg pushed inside her in a long, hard stroke. The pleasure suddenly gripping the sensitive length of his cock was violent.

  Each time Falcon’s cheeks drew in, creating a firm suction on her sensitive nipple, her pussy flexed and rippled around Raeg’s erect flesh, the action sending warning strikes of raw pleasure racing straight to his balls.

  “Oh God, Raeg … please…” Her hips jerked against his grip, each thrust a little stroke against his cock that resulted in devastating pleasure.

  Tilting his head back on his shoulders, he fought for control, fought to remain still, to just experience the feel of her pussy sucking him from base to crest, clenching, flexing, tightening around his erection, stealing his control. He’d never known pleasure this sharp. In all his sexual life, he’d never known these blistering, overwhelming sensations.

  “Move…” she cried out, thighs tightening again, fighting his hold on her hips as Falcon’s lips lifted from her nipple only to lick the tip before gripping it between his teeth and tugging it gently.

  A strangled scream of pleasure tore from Summer’s throat, her expression drugged, dazed with the pleasure she couldn’t fight, couldn’t hold back from. A pleasure she was transferring to him through the heated grip of her pussy.

  Moving was becoming imperative though. As much as Raeg wanted to linger, wanted to just feel her, just experience the feel of her pussy gripping him, sucking at his erection, hunger was overcoming the need to just relish the pleasure.

  He glimpsed Falcon’s lips covering her nipple once again, sucking at it with the deep, hungry pulls of his lips. Summer jerked against him, that slick, hot grip of her pussy tightening further.

  Raeg lost the ability to simply experience the feel of her. His hips jerked back, then slammed forward, the friction of hot, slick flesh tightening around him drawing a groan from his chest and fraying what was left of his control.

  Before he could stop himself, before he could regain enough control to take her slow and easy, to experience the feel of her, the pleasure he knew only she could give, he was pumping inside her hard and deep. Quick, heavy strokes that built the burning pleasure, the furious, brilliant pinpoints of sensation racing from his shaft to his taut balls, and clenching the muscles of his abdomen.

  Her cries of pleasure, of need, filled his head and sliced through any defenses he might have maintained. Nothing mattered but Summer, her pleasure, her need, touching her, stroking her, protecting her from everything but himself.

  Everything but his hunger.

  At that moment, she stiffened beneath him, a smothered wail of ecstasy escaping her lips as she began coming around him, her pussy like a vise, milking the last fragile remnants of restraints from his grip.

  Slamming inside her, Raeg froze, his release exploding from him, shooting from his cock, his semen jetting inside her in furious pulses of blinding rapture.

  Teeth clenched, his muscles bunched and tight against the power of each ejaculation, a groan escaping his lips, he gave himself to it. Let himself feel, just feel for the space of time it took for the rippling flesh surrounding his cock to suck the last pulse of release from his balls.

  Distantly, he heard Falcon’s groans, knew he’d found his own release, and he knew both of them were doomed. No other woman had ever affected them like this. No other woman had ever caused so many contradictory emotions to rise inside him.

  She was his weakness.

  She was Falcon’s weakness.

  And he may well have doomed both of them because of the very lack of control that had him collapsing over Summer now, holding her, covering her until he could catch his breath, until he could find his strength once again.

  Maybe, in the search for his strength, he’d be able to recover his heart as well. He had a feeling though that he’d lost both to the far too delicate, far too stubborn woman he feared would be the death of not just him, but his brother as well.

  Their weakness.

  * * *

  Sometimes, Falcon thought as he felt his brother silently leave Summer’s bed nearly an hour later, the complications of life could strip a man so painfully bare, the truth of his soul could only be faced in the midnight hours.

  Staring up at the ceiling bleakly he wished he could allow Raeg the time he needed to come to grips with whatever had caused him to lose control and give into his hunger. Unfortunately, he didn’t consider that an option at the moment.

  He
hadn’t wanted to leave the bed yet either. Summer was a warm weight against his side, her soft breathing calming. He’d been pretty damned close to sleep when Raeg decided to leave the bed.

  Restraining a sigh, he eased from Summer, then rolled from the bed. Locating the cotton pants he’d worn after his shower, he pulled them on and left the room. He knew where he’d find his brother. The same place he always found him when the past haunted him. Where Raeg also found him when the past come calling as well.

  Making his way downstairs, he found Raeg standing next to the glass doors leading to the back porch, a drink in hand as he watched fog swirling on invisible currents of air.

  Raeg was fighting to contain himself again, Falcon knew. All that cool, careful calm his brother showed the world came with a price and a battle to maintain it. The same fiery Spanish blood Falcon possessed ran through his brother’s veins as well. Raeg had learned to harness it for the most part though. At least, until it came to Summer.

  “She still asleep?” Raeg asked, not turning from whatever he was watching within the night.

  “She is,” he said softly, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the doors and crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his brother. “We should be as well.”

  Raeg lifted his glass and took a healthy swallow.

  It wasn’t really often that Raeg drank, though, when he did, Falcon knew it was because whatever was bothering him wasn’t something he’d come to peace with easily.

  “Why the hell does she keep coming back here?” Raeg growled, staring into the glass for a moment before once again turning his gaze to the night. “Her father let some bastard nearly rape her, beat her, and still, she’s run home every chance she’s had.”

  The bitterness in his voice came from more than just the memory of Summer that long-ago night when Margot and Davis Allen had flown to Georgia to take her from her parents’ home and bring her to DC for the summer.

  “I told you that was not as it was told,” Falcon reminded him. “Whatever happened that night, there was far more to it than her father allowing anything to happen. And this isn’t about Summer’s father. It’s about—”