Jack’s approval was clear as he went to work nibbling on the erogenous zone on her neck, his fingers expertly teasing her nipples. “Come now. Come later. You get everything tonight.”
True, which meant there was no use fighting the violent need raking through her. Dean had taken charge of her clit as if he were prepared to work it without a pause for the next millennium, and with the attention to her breasts, and the sucking on her neck…
She clamped her teeth together to stop from screaming, but she still made enough noise to wake the dead as the tension in her core slammed up and broke apart, twisting through her like a miniature tornado and leaving her desperate for oxygen.
Jack caught her to his side as she shook, Dean still hungrily lapping until she reached down and shoved his head away, sucking for air like a deep-water diver.
“Move, bro,” Jack ordered. “Take it to the bedroom.”
“You expect me to walk?” Pepper complained, but she shouldn’t have bothered. Dean simply picked her up in his arms and marched the short distance into the adjoining bedroom.
He laid her on the quilted cover with damn near reverence in his touch, his gray eyes dancing with laughter and a hell of a lot of heat. “No wonder I can’t convince Jack to come out with me anymore. You’re fucking delicious, woman.”
“I didn’t hear her scream,” Jack pointed out. “Looks like you’ve lost a bit of your touch.”
“I didn’t want her to pass out and miss all the really fun stuff,” Dean said as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.
Screw that. She got this one time to experience her fantasy? She was taking it all. Her arms shot up to snake around Dean’s neck as she tugged him down, joining their lips in a brief invitation.
He accepted the challenge, damn near blowing her mind as he ravished her lips, tugging her higher on the mattress and crawling over her. His clothed body over her naked one was an erotically sensual tease, and she wiggled to enjoy it more fully. The soft cambric fabric of his shirt glided over her breasts, the coarser material of his jeans plus the heavy erection behind his zipper bumping her mound and driving her wild.
“I want to touch you,” she blurted in frustration, her hands clawing at the pesky clothing serving as a barrier between them.
“Soon,” he promised. Then he rolled off, and the mattress swayed as Jack took his place.
Amazing man. In the last ten seconds he’d stripped, and with every stitch of clothing gone, it was a naked man who pinned her to the mattress. The dusting of hair on his chest teased her nipples, the familiar weight of his cock trapped between their bellies as he lowered himself carefully, allowing his body to press her to the bed as he kissed her.
Oh yeah, she liked that as well.
Only he rolled, and she ended up on top, the air conditioning in the room cool on her skin.
She smiled down at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” A brow cocked up. “So you want to touch Dean, huh?”
She hesitated for a beat, worried that might be off-limits, but Jack’s expression conveyed nothing but heat and humor. “May I?”
A grin lifted his lips. “So polite. Who are you and what have you done to Pepper Wilson?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me for trying to figure out the rules—”
“Only one rule,” he interrupted, his voice husky. “We do whatever you want. So if you want to put your hands all over our boy Dean, then that’s what’s gonna happen. Turn around, Candy Cane.”
She twisted her head, gasping when she discovered that Dean had stripped during her and Jack’s conversation. A virtual cornucopia of muscular man flesh assaulted her vision, so many yummy details to appreciate that her gaze went frantic trying to soak it all in.
“Sweet mother of Mercy, I’ve been a good girl all my life, I have,” Pepper swore, staring at Dean’s broad, golden chest. “To deserve such wonders.”
“Dean? He’s not much of a wonder,” Jack teased.
“His tongue should be enshrined,” she insisted. “And Lord Almighty, I love the ink. I really do.”
Dean traced the tattoo over his left pec with one long finger, the faintest dusting of dark hair like a shadow over his skin. She followed the path of his fingertips, shivering when it swept over the Rangers banner before sliding up above it, where a majestic wolf was captured mid-pounce, as wild and dangerous as the man wearing the ink.
Pepper was tempted to make Jack roll over so she could admire his tattoo at the same time, that same waving military banner, only his deadly predator was a tiger. Her brother’s lion was the third in the set, and she wondered if the three men had gotten them done on the same day.
“I want to get a tattoo sometime, too,” she confessed.
Dean grinned as he stepped closer to the bed. “You’d better ask me to help you with that. Jack? Doesn’t do tattoo parlors very well.”
“Shut up, Dean,” Jack ordered.
That earned him a rumble of laughter. “Oh, I plan on telling her the whole story, bro. Not tonight, though. Right now, I’m waiting for Pepper to put those beautiful hands all over me.”