Chapter 8

Better? God help me… Usually, Kimber was made of stronger stuff. The only sort of contest she’d never won at least once against her brothers was a pissing contest.

Pain, drinking, speed, endurance—she’d beat them at least once. Yet this pleasure was crushing her will.

“If you want more, we’ll give it to you. I want to lay you facedown on the kitchen table and watch Luc eat your pussy while you suck me off.” Through pleasure-hazed eyes, Kimber glanced at the kitchen table. She could picture the scene. Too easily. She’d never given a man a blow job, but she’d try. In fact, she’d love to make Mr. Tough weak at the knees. And if Luc’s kiss was heaven, she could only imagine how fabulous he would be with oral sex. But the challenging tone of Deke’s words bothered her. Did he still think she was afraid?

“Okay,” she breathed.

“You’d better wait to hear all you’re agreeing to.”

“Deke,” Luc cut in, frowning.

The hunk and a half of blond muscle stopped him with a