Pepper’s breath hitched as she caught the smoldering gleam in his eyes.
“Don’t keep the man waiting.”
Jack’s taunt hung in the air, prompting her to slide off his lap and crawl to the edge of the bed where Dean stood. She rose on her knees and pressed her palms to his chest, shivering at the hard, rippled muscles beneath her touch.
“You’re shredded like a Ninja Turtle,” she breathed.
Another laugh broke free, making those gray eyes sparkle. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“He doesn’t need to be showered with compliments,” came Jack’s gruff voice. “Touch his cock, Pepper.”
Her pulse sped up. Lord. She never would’ve dreamed she’d hear those words coming out of Jack’s mouth. He was a bossy alpha caveman to the core. He didn’t like to share, and yet tonight he was giving new meaning to the phrase sharing is caring. That he cared about her enough to make this fantasy come true…she couldn’t even wrap her head around it.
So she didn’t try to. She just wrapped her fingers around Dean’s cock instead.
He hissed in pleasure. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want.”
Her gaze locked with Dean’s as she stroked his weighty erection, watching his expression to see what he liked.
“Faster,” Jack ordered. “And harder. Dean likes it hard and fast.”
She turned around to see Jack stroking his own cock with one large fist, his face taut with intensity as he eyed the scene in front of him.
“How do you know what he likes?” she challenged. “Given him a lot of handjobs, have you, Jackjack?”
Brown eyes gleamed at her. “Would it turn you on if I said yes?”
A rush of moisture flooded her core, and both men must have noticed the way she squirmed and clenched her thighs together, because they chuckled.
“Told ya, bro,” Dean said. “Every woman fantasizes about it.”
As Jack let out a rueful sigh, Pepper turned her attention back to Dean. Ignoring the relentless pressure between her legs, she scooted lower and brought the tip of his cock to her lips, her tongue darting out for a fleeting taste.
The answering male groan made her ego swell. “That’s it,” Dean mumbled in encouragement. “Tease me a bit.”
She couldn’t have denied him even if she’d tried. She was too desperate to explore, too eager to summon another one of those raspy groans from his mouth. As she dragged her tongue along the hard length of his shaft, she heard Jack’s ragged breathing from behind them, his tortured moan as she took Dean fully into her mouth and sucked.
Holy Dolly Parton. She couldn’t believe she was sucking Dean off while Jack watched. She never wanted to stop, but Dean only allowed her a few more languid licks before he thrust a hand in her hair and yanked her off him.
“Climb on top of Jack again,” he commanded.
“I wasn’t finished,” she grumbled.
“Well, I almost was, and trust me, as sexy as your mouth is, there are more enticing places for me to come.”
A thrill shot up her spine and closed up her throat. Without delay, she scrambled back onto Jack’s lap, her thighs quivering as she straddled him.
“Did you like having his cock in your mouth?” Jack peered up at her, searing her flesh with his gaze.
She drew a deep breath, then nodded.
“You wanted to swallow his come, didn’t you? You wanted to taste him.”
The filthy words seized her lungs, trapping the oxygen she’d just inhaled.
Jack chuckled softly. “I’ll let you taste him later, Candy Cane. Right now I’ve got something else in mind.”
The mattress swayed as Dean joined them, and Pepper was too distracted to ask what he meant, too busy taking in every inch she could see, not only of Dean beside her but Jack beneath her. Muscular curves and dangerous strength surrounded her.
Dean cleared his throat. “Still game for more?” he asked her.
That shiver struck again—the one that made every inch of her hot and bothered. Jack watched her carefully, and he was the one who answered Dean’s question.
“She’s game for more.” He brushed his fingertips over her thigh in a fleeting caress. “Lean forward.”
With a shaky exhalation, Pepper followed his directions, the position making it all too clear what they had in mind. “Okay, I’m suddenly a little nervous.”
Dean pressed against her back, every muscular inch sealing her tight to Jack. “I’ll go slow, I promise. Jack said you guys have done this before.”
She nodded. “Now I know why he seems to have such an obsession with my ass lately.”
“Hmmm.” Dean moved back, weaving his hands over her hips carefully before sliding a finger between her cheeks. “He probably has an obsession because you’ve got an amazing ass.”
“It’s a freaking amazing ass,” Jack agreed.