She must’ve spoken louder than she’d thought because Dean’s eyes sparked with interest as he stepped out of his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. He tossed it over the back of a nearby chair. “You heard Jack. Anything you want.”
Too many images were flashing through her brain to concentrate on anything. She should have felt something as Dean crossed the room to her side. Suddenly she was standing between two dangerously gorgeous men while wearing nothing but see-through underwear, and the only thing she could think?
“Hot diggity dog.” She faced Jack again, shoving her fingers into his hair and pressing their mouths together for another explosive kiss. Whatever happened over the next hour or more, she knew only one thing. She stole her lips away from his, leaning their foreheads together intimately. “I want it all. I mean, I think I want it all. But I trust you. I trust Dean, too, but I don’t know what to do. So do whatever you want. I know you’ll make it good.”
That steely glint returned to his eyes. “I’m in charge.”
She snickered in spite of her excitement. “Yes, that’s the illusion I grant you on a regular basis.”
Dean laughed, the masculine tone reminding her there was a third person in the room. It was strange, and so freaking erotic Pepper was worried she was going to soak through her underwear and leave a puddle on the carpet where she stood.
Then it wasn’t just his voice touching her, but his hand. Dean caressed her shoulder, his fingers tickling down the side of her arm as Jack carefully examined her reaction.
“You like it when he touches you?”
“Yes.” Goosebumps were rising ahead of Dean’s touch, every inch of her skin completely and vibrantly awake.
“Good.” Jack backed away, watching for a moment before retrieving the gym bag from where it’d been abandoned. As he carried it to the coffee table and unzipped it, Dean continued to caress her. The mere ghost of a touch across her shoulder blades, along the dip of her waist, his palms ever so gentle over the bare skin at her hips and buttocks.
“I think it’s time you got naked,” Dean murmured. “What do you think?”
She was too turned on to answer, so she settled for a shaky nod.
Expert fingers undid her bra, straps nudged aside until they slipped from her body, the material falling from her to lie at her feet. Dean followed up immediately by tugging down the sides of her thong, holding her hand to support her as she stepped out from the scrap of fabric.
“Sweet mother of God, the carpet and the drapes match.”
Dean’s husky admiration made Pepper laugh, thankful all over for the night at the spa. She knew she looked good. Ready for anything, and man, oh man, this was anything.
His breath was warm on her back, and then the room was filled with the scent of the tropics. Floral aromas wafted up from where Jack had opened a couple of containers and placed them on the table.
He lifted his chin as if in challenge. “Wasn’t lying about checking these rooms. We’re putting out gift baskets. You get to approve the suppliers we selected.”
“Body creams?”
Dean’s hand slipped from her hip over her belly in a determined course. “And other things.”
Then Jack was there, his hands on her breasts, plumping them in his palms, squeezing and rubbing as he moved his thumbs into position over her nipples. He dipped his head to take one into his mouth, and Pepper sighed contentedly before a gasp was pulled from her sharply.
Dean’s hand had centered between her legs, his fingers delicately opening her sex to slip through her folds. Using the moisture there to pull up to her clit, he teased with tight circles over her most sensitive spot.
“Holy cannoli, this feels incredible.” She breathed out slowly, working to keep vertical. The caresses weren’t so different from what Jack had done before, multitalented man that he was, but there was an entirely different element to it. Jack continued to nip and suck, using his tongue and teeth then closing his lips around her and drawing tight until the sensation sang through her entire body.
“About to feel even better, baby,” Dean drawled.
His hand vanished only to be replaced a second later with hot, wet pleasure.
Pepper’s eyes flew open to discover him kneeling between her legs, hands holding her open so he could lash his tongue over her clit.
She was shaking now, the pleasure rippling through her body making her legs unsteady. She caught hold of Jack’s shoulders, the crisp fabric of his shirt a cool contrast with the heated skin at his neckline.
She closed her eyes to better take in every sensation, every touch. Dean murmured happily, his hands skimming up her hips and around her butt as he moved her over him more firmly. Alternating his tongue between darting deep into her pussy and tormenting her clit.
Pleasure hovered like a live wire, just barely out of reach. “Oh my God, I’m going to come in like three seconds flat.”