The thought of raging emotions had been nowhere in his plan—and wasn’t that just stupid?
In the last hour he’d gone from a deep inner terror, when he’d discovered that their woman was seriously pissed with them, to this.
Floating on the very precipice of nirvana.
Alice was splayed out on their dining room table like a veritable feast awaiting him—awaiting them.
Ian had directed their woman to this spot. Her clothes littered the floor, and Ken had sure as hell helped with that part. But the rest had been all Ian’s idea.
He had staged their woman perfectly. Alice was spread out, hands and feet secured by cords taken from drawers—cords Ken hadn’t even known were there. She was blindfolded. Okay, that had been Ken’s contribution, but the blindfold had been at hand, too, in the same drawer the cords had been.
“For a man who shies away from making plans, cousin, I have to say that it appears as if you’ve honed this one to a very fine edge, indeed.”
“Definitely a case of impetuous inspiration,” Ian said.
Ken raised one eyebrow and looked at the magic drawer. Ian grinned and shrugged and then turned his attention to Alice.
“How are you feeling there, baby girl?”
“Well, now that the wood has warmed beneath my ass, I feel good. So, what’s for supper? Or should I say, who?”
Ken chuckled. This being-in-love condition sure is a lot different than I’d imagined. Different, and much, much better.
“You.” Ken did something he never thought he’d ever do, not since those long-ago dark days of his childhood. He’d made himself into a man who was regimented, a man with a plan, a man who left nothing to chance and, he realized in that instant, nothing to spontaneity, either.
There’s a hell of a lot to be said for being spontaneous.
Ken moved in. He combed his fingers through her hair and then closed those fingers, gripping her, turning her face as he lowered his toward hers. “You’re on the menu, sweetheart.” He kissed both corners of her mouth then used his tongue to stroke. She immediately opened her mouth, seeking a deeper connection. “But don’t worry. We’ll make sure you have plenty to eat, too.”
“Oh, yes, please. I need your cock in my mouth, Ken.”
Eight words, and yet coming from her lips, they got him harder and hornier than he’d ever been in his entire life.
“Now that’s a damn fine coincidence.” Ken covered her mouth with his own. Her taste seeped into him, became a part of him, and he knew in that moment that he’d never, not for the rest of his life, ever be able to do without her.
She tasted like every good thing he’d ever imagined could be his. Sunshine and light and love and belonging.
His kiss turned fierce, nearly touching that line called brutal. Alice’s reaction humbled him. She surrendered, letting him know he could take what he would and she’d offer him more.
“I love you so much, my Alice.” He whispered the words against her lips. He needed so desperately to let her know how much…
“I love you, Ken. Please give me your cock. I want and need to suck you. I want and need to drink you.”
“Yes, sweetheart. Yes.”
He’d almost asked Ian, when he’d laid their woman on the table, why he hadn’t positioned her in the middle of it. He certainly understood why, now.
Ken didn’t waste another moment. He shucked his pants and stepped closer. Oh, yeah this is going to work out perfectly.
He didn’t have to do a damn thing. She turned her face toward him and opened her mouth. Best damn invitation ever. He needed only to lean toward her and…oh yes!
“You’ve got a wonderful mouth, sweetheart.” He looked down her body to encounter Ian’s glittering stare just above Alice’s cunt. His cousin nodded and then buried his face in heaven.
Yeah, heaven. Ken closed his eyes and surrendered to the pleasure Alice lavished on him. The hot wet cavern of her mouth held his cock, and he could feel her throat working, suckling and swallowing at the same time her sweet tongue caressed his shaft.
Alice gave him a little mmm of pleasure, and he didn’t even wonder if it was in response to the presence of his cock in her mouth or Ian’s tongue in her cunt. That sound did something wicked to his arousal, sending explosive shivers from his cock through his entire body before they settled at the base of his spine.
He kept his eyes closed as his hips began to thrust, tiny movements he had no power to stop. Alice, more generous than he deserved, formed her mouth loosely around his cock, giving him the freedom to thrust.
Giving him every scrap of power to do as he would.
“Oh, God.” Not just physical, not this time. It was more, and he sensed the difference and knew that difference was Alice. Everything from this moment on would be all Alice.
He didn’t have to tell her. She made that mmm sound again, and this time he knew it was all him, all her reaction to him, her love for him, and he surrendered.
Breathing, heart, thought, everything felt suspended as his climax swept through him, a great deluge of pleasure so huge, so pure, he didn’t understand how a mortal man could survive such bounty.
No, a mortal man surely couldn’t survive it, not alone. He needed the love, the generosity, and the soul of a faithful woman.
He would only survive from this moment on because of his Alice.
Chapter Seventeen
Alice cried out as the climax washed over her. Ian’s oral assault on her pussy had sent her flying, but every moment leading up to liftoff had shivered and quivered and set her ablaze. Wave after wave of pleasure tightened her nipples, sending the tingles she’d come to associate with her men over every inch of her flesh. But more, the pleasure drilled down deep, deep down to her very soul.
They’re it
