“You’re going to what, baby?” The fluttering of her orgasm started around his fingers and Boone wanted to beat his chest in triumph.
“I’m coming! Oh, Boone! Yes!” Her cries were sweet music to his ears as her pussy quaked and convulsed on his fingers, drenching his hand with her cum. She was so beautiful in the way she surrendered to him, her cheeks flushed and her lips rosy from his kiss, parted in ecstasy. When she stilled she looked up at him and smiled, her eyes half closed, looking very satisfied. She bit her lower lip and sighed when he slid his fingers to his mouth and licked her cum from them. She was sweet and tangy like a ripe apricot.
“Luscious, baby.”
Someone’s stomach growled and they both looked up and realized that all four of them were still in the room together. Richard watched with lazy contentment on his face, although his semi-erect cock was telling another story. Kendall looked enthralled and ready to jump in the bed, too.
Maya sighed happily and said, “It’s time to eat, I guess.”
Boone adjusted the bone-hard cock punching at his fly and said, “Don’t tempt me, Maya.”
Chapter Twenty-two
That Friday night, Boone groaned as he watched Maya step onto the dance floor with the girls at The Dancing Pony. Ever since their return to Divine Thursday afternoon, she couldn’t walk through a room without inspiring a hard-on for him. Her most innocent touch or look had him thinking evil, lascivious, dominating thoughts. She never held back from him or his brothers.
She was delightfully playful, fun-loving, and sweetly submissive when the time was right. She kept up with them tirelessly and brought more happiness into his life than he’d experienced in a whole lifetime.
She’d hung out at Discretion with Grace during the week, which Boone knew Grace’s men appreciated, especially on the drive to and from Morehead. There had been no other incidents, and Boone hoped it stayed that way for all the women’s sakes.
His cock hardened to epic proportions as he watched Maya saunter forward with the girls. He’d heard in Technicolor detail from Kendall about her dance in the living room.
She was straight-up the hottest woman he’d ever known, and she was his. That was part of her gift. Each of his brothers felt the same way—she was his. Somehow she managed to fill different needs they each had for a woman. She gave Kendall the sweet, teasing love he craved, she gave Richard understanding, tenderness, and quiet acceptance, and she gave Boone her submission and undeniably kinky side. She gave them all her love.
Ethan must have been in a mood for oldies tonight as “American Woman” by The Guess Who pumped old-school electric guitar over the speakers. The energy level in the night club rose as the dance floor flooded and others watched the girls dance.
The girls were all attractive in different ways, but Maya stood out amongst them, like a siren calling his name. Boone grinned as he caught a glimpse of Juliana Peterson on the dance floor. He remembered a time when Ash Peterson had almost pounded his ass for trying to take off with his woman for a dance.
Boone hadn’t minded poaching too much back in the day and recalled with only a small amount of embarrassment that he’d had similar prurient thoughts about Teresa Palacios before he’d found out she was engaged to Angel Martinez and his brother, Joaquin.
Now, here they were having finally found the right woman for them. Maya was dressed up for them in a new outfit she’d brought home from Discretion that afternoon.
His cock jumped for joy at the recollection of her showing it off before they’d left for the club. The simple but sexy low-cut red dress ended just above her knees. It clung to her curves like a second skin and made him wish this was the end of the evening instead of the beginning.
Because he’d done an up-close inspection, he knew the seams running up the backs of her stockings were bright red to match her garter belt and made her legs look ten feet long before disappearing into her red stilettos. Generously, Maya had allowed him to assist in picking out her panties, so he knew she was clad in a miniscule cherry-red satin G-string that was mostly elastic and a cute little bow.
Her blonde curls bobbed around her shoulders as her arms arced through the air, her body keeping an undulating counterpoint to the rhythm of the music. He felt another surge of gratitude to Morgan for encouraging her when she’d decided to take striptease and pole dancing lessons. Maya had told Boone that instead of laughing, Morgan had arranged the lessons for her as a birthday gift. She must’ve been an A-plus student.
Boone tensed when he saw a man reach out a hand from where he sat at a table next to the dance floor. The object of his reach was Maya. Before Boone could make a move, Eli Wolf grasped the guy’s wrist and eased him back into his chair. Quick words were shared between the two, and the guy held up his hands in apology.