Chapter Twelve
Mia was dizzy with desire; she’d been worried the men wouldn’t show any interest in her when they were alone, but that diminished the moment they stepped across the threshold into the suite. One of the first things she’d learned as a photographer was how easily people could lie with their words and actions, but their eyes always revealed the truth.
Looking in Brock and Tucker’s eyes told her their attraction to her had nothing to do with the fact she needed their protection or her grandfather’s wealth. For the first time she could remember, she knew she was facing men who understood what she needed.
“She’s thinking again,” Tucker’s voice startled her, and she jumped but caught herself before she would have taken a step back. “Good girl. Don’t ever step away from your Dom, and unless we tell you otherwise, we want your eyes on ours. We need to be able to see when you drift away from us,” his tone held just a hint of teasing, and she felt herself relax.
“I don’t know what it is about you that turns my brother into fucking Dr. Phil,” Brock shook his head and let out a disgusted sound as he wrapped his hand around her wrist and tugged her against his chest, “but I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so chatty about protocol. I’m tired of all this talking. The two of you put on one hell of a show on deck, and I’m past ready to get my hands on you. Let’s go.” The next thing she knew, he was practically race-walking down the short hall and into a surprisingly spacious bedroom.
Taking in her surroundings, Mia noted the bank of windows and wondered what the view would be like in the morning. Looking out over the water would be a great way to wake up unless the sun was shining in her eyes. I hate it when that happens. A whoosh of air was her only warning before the burn of Brock’s palm scorched her left ass cheek.
“I swear to all things holy, I’m going to light your pretty pink ass on fire if you don’t stay with us, baby.”
“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.