Men Times Three (8 page)

D
eke slapped the dust and wood chips off his jeans and shirt and eyeballed the spectacular blonde that stood on the back stoop of the Friendly Inn. Must be one of Marnie's cousins. “What'd I say the other night, TJ? Fuck 'em all?”

“Yep, that's what you said.” TJ's voice held a hint of relief as if he was glad the cousin was a looker. Deke would never step between his brother and a woman, but it was funny to let TJ wonder.

“Well,” he said softly, “I just found the first of many.”

His brother snorted in derision. “So you say. Way out of your league, little brother. Way out.”

Deke punched him in the shoulder, knocking TJ a step to the side. Every step closer brought the new woman into sharper focus. He gave a low whistle just to keep his mouth moist, because it was in serious danger of drying out. A long-legged blonde, the woman at Marnie's side was a lady in red. Red lips, a red halter top and even red toe nails where they peeked out of a little hole in the toe of her shoes.
Fuck me
was written all over her.

Deke'd be happy to oblige. The first of many…

He couldn't take his eyes off her light blue gaze, her perfect mouth and her soft glowing skin. The introductions behind them, he knew her name was Holly Dawson and she was Marnie's cousin, the other granddaughter who now owned the inn.

None of which mattered.

What mattered was how he could get her alone. His mind raced while TJ, Marnie and Holly engaged in small talk that had nothing to do with Deke getting this woman into the sack.

“You can share the guest room with me,” Marnie offered with a raised eyebrow at TJ.

He nodded, the asshole. “Sure, if you don't mind sharing a double bed with your cousin.” But his voice sounded strained. Deke decided to put him out of his misery.

“I've got room at my place,” Deke offered. “It's cramped but I can fold out a bed.”

TJ stopped and stared at him, shock all over his ugly mug. “It's a camper. You don't expect Holly to—”

“That'd be great, Deke,” Holly cut in. He heard a breathless quality in her voice and his cock sang hallelujah. “I'll just go get my things.” And damn if she didn't spin on her sexy shoes and come back twenty seconds later with a set of luggage. Red luggage. She dumped them at Deke's feet and went back through the kitchen the way she'd come.

Marnie's eyebrows rose as far as they'd go then settled back down as she frowned at him. She grabbed Deke by the upper arm and squeezed. “You treat her right, Deke.”

“Like the lady she is.” Then he followed her into the inn. He caught up to Holly in the living room. She bent to pick up her purse from the floor where she'd left it, but he caught her around the waist before she could get it. She straightened in his arms and faced him.

He snugged her close to his hips, looked into her deep blues while his cock spoke for him.

“Mm,” she hummed. Then she nibbled her bottom lip. “Nice to meet you, Deke O'Banion.” Her eyelashes were soot black and made her eyes bluer than blue.

Mine.

Holding her was like holding a firebrand tied to a rocket ready to launch. Holly squirmed and wedged her leg between his, rubbing her thigh against his crotch. He groaned and dove into her mouth while she gave it up sweet as can be.

Her breasts were firm and high, her hips flared into his palms as he rubbed into her softness. “Let's go.”

“Yes, sir.”

He picked up her bags and she opened the door and followed him out to his truck. For a hot damn moment, he wondered if he would remember where he'd left his camper. Then it came to him. He'd moved it to his buddy's place. Lyle was away in Vegas.

“I'm assuming my car's safe until I get back?”

“Oh, sure. TJ's installing the lights before nightfall. And, unh—” Crap. Did she expect to come back today? Because once the camper door closed, he expected to rock all night.

“No worries, Deke. I'm a sure thing, because I want it, too,” she said with a saucy smile as she climbed up to the passenger seat. “As long as we're agreed.” She narrowed her eyes and sized him up.

He must have passed muster because she added, “We fuck like bunnies for as long as we can stand each other, then we part ways.”

“Works for me.” He shut her door, tossed her bags in the back and ran around the hood, heart pounding, blood in a race to his cock.

 

TJ watched Deke and Holly hotfoot it through the kitchen. He shook his head, looked at the thunderstruck Marnie and said, “What the hell just happened?”

“I can't say. I've never seen anything like it before, and I've seen some fast hookups at BackLit. But at the club, people are on the hunt and well into their third martini.”

She faced him square on, her eyes serious. “I'll only say this once. You tell your brother that Holly's been through a rough time and shouldn't be toyed with. If Deke thinks this is just a good time he could hurt her.”

“Hey, she's the one that jumped on his invitation. Your cousin has no illusions.”

She gave a woman's version of a snort. Which worked just fine. Discussing his brother's sex life was not on his agenda. Especially when his own was so fucked up. “Where's the box of security lights? It'll be dark soon and I want to get them installed.”

“Front porch. Need help?”

“Just walk around the building with me so I know where you want them.”

“If there were any trees left, I'd say a couple should go out here, too.”

“You can be a snarky wench.” But he had to give her credit for getting the shot in.

“I can,” she agreed with a spiced-up smile, then led the way through the inn to the front porch. He could barely tear his gaze away from her ass to take in all the changes she'd brought to the room and lobby.

First thing he noticed was the air. He raised his face to the ceiling and sniffed. “Smells a lot better in here. Looks brighter, too.” She must have worked herself to a nub. Shame to waste all that energy on cleaning.

“Thanks, the logs on the exterior walls had a deep layer of grey dust on each one. Even the mortar looks brighter.”

“You must be beat.”

“Exhausted. My arms feel like they've got ten-pound bags hanging from my wrists. I don't think I'll ever be able to lift them over my shoulders again.”

“And this is just one room. Are you sure you don't need me to find you a cleaning crew?”

“Holly's here now. We're still hoping Kylie will help out, but if she doesn't, we'll rethink the crew.”

Deke's truck had just left a dust plume in the air. In under an hour his brother would be face deep in pussy. He stepped behind Marnie and turned her to watch the plume dissipate. His hands slid to her shoulders and he massaged deep into the tense muscles. Her head fell forward and she let it hang as he worked his way to those tiny bits of tension that lived next to the fine bones in her neck. “That's good.”

“It could be better,” he murmured in her ear. She smelled of shampoo and warm skin as he tempted her.

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes warm and inviting. “I wouldn't want to have you work in the dark installing those lights.”

 

Deke crowded Holly's back as she climbed into his camper. He hadn't been this horny in years. Arousal sparked along every nerve ending while his blood rushed and heat rose. “This is only temporary until I build my own place,” he explained.

“A log home?” she asked, and tossed her purse onto the bench seat at the table.

“Is there any other kind?” It had been so long since he'd smiled at a woman with seduction on his mind his face felt rusted.

She looked around the space and nodded. “You've got everything here a girl could need.” She ran her hand down his bulging cock to cup him. “Mm. Nice.” She gave his package a weighing squeeze that exploded through the top of his head.

He let her slide and tease him for a moment while he got his bearings.
Fuck 'em all.
He undid his belt and allowed her seeking hand to find him under the denim.

He nuzzled her neck, the smell of flowers and sex and woman filling his head. Her ear was delicate and sensitive where he nipped. Her breathing changed, went heavy with need.

“I need a shower.” If only to slow things down. “I sure as hell didn't expect this when I got up today.”

She leaned in and rubbed her delicate nose against his neck. “You smell delicious. Like a man. Scent is vital to attraction.” She squeezed his balls lightly. “No worries.” She pulled her hand out of his jeans and licked her entire palm. “Taste good, too. Salty and hot—”

He slammed her with a kiss that stole his own breath and hers. Holly was hot and wild. As wild to have him as he was to have her. If he didn't slow down he'd disappoint them both. He traced her teeth, slid along the soft tissue of her tongue and savored the deep connection. She was more delicate under her flesh than she appeared. Tall, yes, but so much more narrow than he. He tested her shoulders, back, the flare of her waist and hips. When he cupped her ass, she moaned and pressed her soft center to his hips and hung on.

Her bright red halter top let her breasts sway heavily against him. Her nipples were large, hard, and when he suckled one, it popped harder.

She moved the material out of the way, exposing her chest to his mouth, lips and teeth. He sucked and nudged and took while she crooned dark heated words of encouragement.

Cool air hit his knob when she opened his jeans to let him spring free. Her hand was hot against him where she stroked while her eyes were twin flames of need and greed. “I've got to see this.”

She'd hiked up her tight white skirt so that his palms were full of warm upper thighs. Smooth skin covered by a hint of satin. He looked down her body and caught a splash of red at her crotch. Of course.

“Who goes first,” she said as her hand gave his cock a smooth easy twist. His breath caught and he was sorely tempted, but greed the first time wasn't his way. Not when he knew he'd want more. He had to give as good as he got. He'd be greedy later. Greedy tomorrow and the next day.

He laughed and walked her backward to his bed at the front of the camper. She tumbled back onto the mattress and offered herself. “I come fast,” she breathed and slid her palm to her belly. She pressed down and slowly opened her legs.

Crotchless panties. Red silk rimmed her slit, while her inner lips were deep pink and already swollen and wet.

He had no choice. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor in front of her.

Her palm slid to cover her pussy. “Not yet. We need to set the ground rules.” She closed her legs, hiding herself.

Deke nodded, his mouth so dry he wasn't sure he could speak.

“Number one. I need a lot of sex. And since I'll be here for at least a couple of weeks, you'll get a lot, too. You'll get all of it.”

Hallelujah. “We're exclusive while you're here?”

She pursed her lips. “Yes. Exclusive. I may have needs, but I'm not stupid enough to spread my legs for just anyone. My cousin vouched for you.”

That surprised him, but he nodded. “Good. Agreed. We're exclusive.”

She opened her legs again and she seemed even pinker, more wet. More delicious. He remembered her comment about scent and her perfume cranked his cock to steel hard. He breathed deep and let her musk fill him, drive him wild. “Number two,” she said and spread her lips with her fingers to show him her dripping trench. “I like everything you can think of, as long as it's just us.”

He slipped his hands from her knees to the valley between her thighs. He thumbed the top of her crease to expose her distended clit. It was long, plump and ready to be sucked. “Quite a clit you've got here.”

“Number three, if you take pictures I'll sue you for every dime.”

“No problem.” He bit back a stab of irritation that she'd think he'd be that low. But then, she didn't know him, and maybe she'd trusted the wrong man before. If that was the case, he'd teach her over the next weeks that he was a man of his word.

If Misty had had more faith, maybe they'd still be together. But no, they wouldn't. He'd been the one who'd trusted too much in that relationship.

“I have a rule,” he said as he realized it.

“Oh?”

“We start with a clean slate. Zero baggage.”

She raised up on her elbows to look him in the eye. “Sounds easy.” But she considered for a moment before she nodded. “Okay. We start out even. Whatever baggage we gather is new from here on out. We don't talk about our exes, or old relationships, or old hurt.”

He kissed the inside of her knee to seal the deal. Her breath caught, and quick as that, she was back at full-on arousal. Her scent came to him again and he moved closer to the juncture of her legs, nibbling and licking her soft flesh. The down of dark blond hair at her pussy felt soft and silky. He set his nose to her, a millimeter from her entrance and drew in deeply to memorize her musk. Savory and rich. Warm and delicious.

He slid his finger through the fine curls and tugged lightly, lifting her flesh ever so slightly. She sighed with the gentle motion and he had her complete attention.

She quivered and a quick breath of impatience and need made her belly flutter and her fingertip arch down to her clit. She tapped herself once, twice.

He chuckled. “I'll get there. Have patience and you'll be rewarded.”

“But—”

He set his tongue to her in a long stroke, wetting the plump bud. Then he blew a light stream of warm air across her moistness.

She moaned and rolled her head on the bed.

“Now, about which of us goes first…” he trailed off with a chuckle, feeling indulgent and easy and patient. They'd have all the time they needed.

 

Jack was always so fast, this would take some getting used to. Exquisite tension rolled in waves from Holly's core, up into her belly as she allowed Deke to take his time. He'd turned gentle and soft and quiet as he'd studied her every reaction.