Surrendering the losing battle, she opened her eyes and shot him a warning. Red
flags of color dusted his cheekbones. His eyes now burned a deep midnight blue. Yet he
removed his hands from her breasts, arched a brow, and flashed her a self-deprecating
smile.
“Now I know exactly why Jack is so over the moon for you. Sizzle and submission all
in one soft sigh.” He drew in a rough breath. “Roll over.”
“Over the moon for me?” She tossed her hands in the air. “You saw the same man I
did, right? The one who cursed at me and stomped out of the room for telling him…
Well, I should have kept that to myself. But his kind of behavior doesn’t say anything
except get lost.”
“Doll, I’ve known Jack nearly ten years. We went to Basic together. We’ve fucked
women together, and the idea has never bothered him in the least. Until you.”
Jack had participated in a ménage before? With Deke? Shock punched her in the
stomach, stealing her breath. Her mind raced back over the conversation she and Jack
had once had about Deke’s…preferences. It made sense that Jack knew about Deke’s sex
life because he’d been part of it at some point. Even if the idea seared her with jealousy.
But if he’d participated in the past, why did he suddenly find the idea so
objectionable?
“If ménage is your fantasy, Jack needed to hear that,” Deke assured.
“But—”
“He seemed pissed? Yeah, it’s his issue, not yours.” He sighed. “Roll over.”
She hesitated, but Deke didn’t notice. He rose from the bed and disappeared from the
room. With a frown, she stared at his retreating back.
Odd man. Gentle, despite getting quite the floor show tonight. Seemingly calm and
rational and normal, despite having three in his bed all the time. He was clearly aroused
and doing nothing more than taking care of the marks another man had left on her body.
He never pressed her for more, despite her own reaction to him, when most men would
have viewed the first blush of her arousal as a green light.
Then he tried to soothe her feelings, assure her she was meaningful to Jack. While
Morgan knew he had that part all wrong, she appreciated him trying to make her feel
better.
Rolling to her stomach, Morgan lay her head on the pillow with a weary sigh. A
ragged inhalation later…and she smelled Jack. Musk, leather, mystery, man. His scent
never failed to work through her bloodstream like heady wine and drug her with desire.
Only this time, it came with a pang of loss.
Upon hearing her deepest fantasy, Jack had left her. He probably didn’t want her
back. And that damn urge to cry now tightening her throat was really pissing her off.
Footsteps sounded on the hardwood floor. Morgan tensed until she recognized the
cadence of Deke’s footfalls, longer and slower than Jack’s, a bit more silent. She relaxed,
somehow relieved and disappointed at once.
With brisk hands, he covered the globes of her ass and parted them. Morgan clenched
against him and opened her mouth to ask what the hell he thought he was doing. But the
warm comfort of a hot washcloth covered her back entrance, and he rubbed gently,
wiping away the excess lube.
“If you’re sore later, a warm bath will help, but you should be okay,” he murmured,
easing her onto her back again. “Sleep now.”
Morgan nodded, watching with wide eyes as he leaned in. Was he going to…? Yes, he
was.
A moment later, Deke laid his mouth over hers. The sweet press of lips lasted
through one breath, two. Dry, almost chaste. Still somehow, he managed to convey
caring, comfort, a bare hint of want. Then, with a light brush of his lips over hers, he
drew back.
“Yeah, now I know exactly why Jack is wild for you,” he said with a bittersweet curl to
his mouth as he rose to his feet.
“Wait!” She grabbed at his hand.
“How did you come to terms with it? How did you learn to be okay with…”
“Ménage?” He guessed it right in on the first try and shrugged. “At seventeen, the
first time I heard a woman scream in ecstasy under double penetration. There’s nothing
like knowing the perfect way to drive a woman absolutely wild.”
“But it’s not exactly what normal, everyday people next door do.”
Deke crossed his arms over his chest. “Luc and I have neighbors. I doubt they know
we share women, but I don’t give a shit if they do.”
“Luc?”
“My cousin. It’s his place. I crash there now that I’ve been discharged. He’s made it
all warm and cozy, and is just waiting on the right woman to come play house with us.”