Dangerous Boys and Their Toy

Shaking his head, he said to the bounty hunter, “Right. A kiss isn’t always a prelude to getting down and dirty. Sometimes, it just…is, all on its own.”

He’d said that perfectly. Brenna sighed and sidled up to Cameron. Maybe she could persuade him to do it again.

“Holy shit. I never tried that route. I thought it was just for chick flicks and Hallmark cards.”

Thorn hesitated, looked between Cameron and her then settled on her face. Her mouth. Their gazes connected with a bam, like an earthquake rattled through her. She wasn’t sure she liked or trusted him. What was it about him that kept her responding?

“I wanna kiss you again.”

Brenna knew just from the way he said the words that there’d be no more modern pirate chasing his booty call.

Suddenly, she was intensely curious to see what Thorn was like under all that macho bluster. “Okay.”

Cameron’s hand had settled gently behind her neck, acting as both support and guide. Thorn thrust his fingers into her hair until he cradled the crown in his palm. Instead of sitting beside her and meeting her face to face, he rose up over her, tilted her head back, raising her lips up to his. His other hand cupped her jaw. And still, he never took his eyes off her.

Thorn hesitated, thu

mb caressing her cheek. “I want to do this right.”

“You’re doing good so far,” she assured, anticipation making her voice high and thin.

He bent down, leaned in, keeping her stare as he drew closer…closer. Finally, he closed his eyes, then touched his lips to hers. Soft. There, but not dominating like before.

For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t seek to deepen the kiss. Didn’t do anything.

Except begin to shake.

She felt the tremor against her lips first. Tentatively, Brenna touched his shoulder. He shook there too. His abs rippled under her fingers, as well. Raising her hand from his shoulder to his back, she realized he was trembling all over.

Brenna moved to retreat, but Thorn fisted his hand in her hair and plunged into her mouth. But it wasn’t cocky authority she tasted in his kiss this time. It was desperation.

It shocked her from head to toe. She gripped him tighter and opened to him. Immediately, she tasted need. He needed her?

At the moment, the reasons why didn’t matter.

She rose up on her knees and met his reckless onslaught. Thorn grabbed her tighter in greedy acceptance, pulling her body against his. Though Brenna hadn’t thought it possible, he deepened the kiss. Fast, a whirl of taste and touch, he swept through her mouth. Desire, heavy and warm, flashed in her belly. The ache Cameron had kindled to life swelled into a full-fledged burn.

Clutching him, Brenna moaned.

Beside them, Cameron rose, closed in, touched her arm. Was he concerned for her?

Or aroused by the sight of them?

If he noticed Cameron, Thorn ignored him, lowering the hand at her jaw to her shoulder, then down to cover her breast. His touch was firm but not harsh, and his fingers on her skin created electric tingles that shimmied through her body, awakening nerves she hadn’t known she possessed.

Again, his mouth claimed hers, one hot stroke of his tongue after another, and Brenna fell into the taste of him, the heat of his touch. It was a delicious drowning, and it might kill her. Right now, she didn’t care—as long as Thorn kept heaping the sensations on her.

And still, she felt Cameron’s hand, now on her shoulder, acutely, burning her skin with the heat of his palm. The longer he lingered, the more she swore she could feel his desire.

Between the two of them, she was on fire.

Then Thorn took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger—and pinched.

“Ouch!” She pulled away from Thorn with an accusing stare.

“What the…?” He looked her over, his laser-blue gaze zeroing in on her breasts. “Oh, hell. You’re sore. I forgot.”

“You can’t just pinch her,” Cameron pointed out. “Don’t squeeze her like your fingers are a pair of pliers.”

“I didn’t,” Thorn defended. “That was you, and she’s been sore ever since.”

“Really?” Cameron turned to her.

Brenna nodded. “I’m fine. Just a little sensitive.”

“I’m sorry,” Cameron murmured. “I had to know about you and Curtis…”

He didn’t finish the sentence but palmed her breast, caressing her nipple with a gentle thumb. Already hard, her nipple now stood up straight for him. His touch burned clear to her belly…and lower.

Thorn moaned, still kneeling inches from her, his hand wrapped around her neck, the other at her hip, anchoring her close to him. And, with burning hot eyes, he was watching Cameron touch her, soothing her with a slow, repentant caress.

With an audible swallow, Thorn demanded, “Kiss it and make it better.”

Cameron’s eyes flashed up to Thorn. Neither said anything for long moments. Did she want them both touching her at the same time? Would they?

God knew she’d never been more aroused in her life than she was now. Even the thought of having both men’s hands on her was broiling her insides.

Something passed between the men, a look. An understanding?

Then Cameron turned his dark stare to her. It was a question, a silent one. He wouldn’t proceed without some sign from her.

And somehow Brenna knew that speaking now would shatter the fragile situation. One wrong word or move, and someone would leave. Besides, what could she say that her body couldn’t say for her?

Brenna arched into Cameron’s hand and closed her eyes.

A moment later, warm lips pressed to the side of her breast. A soft brush of lips, a caress. Then he pursed his lips around her nipple. His soft tongue stroked her a moment later. And her head spun with amazing sensation. Desire flared hot in her belly, streaking fire through her, then centered lower, under her clit. She was burning up from the inside and she loved it. A moan slipped past her lips.

Thorn captured it with his mouth.

With a gasp, Brenna took in the fact both men were kissing some part of her.

Excitement danced in her belly, burning. They’d stoked a banked fire inside her, and now it was roaring.

After trailing kisses across her cheek, Thorn nipped at her lobe, then whispered, “You look hot with Cam sucking your nipple. You like it?”

“Yes,” she blurted on a moan. “Yes.”

“Want more?”

“Please.”

Thorn cupped her other breast and teased the nipple with his thumb, watching every pull and pucker of Cameron’s mouth. He was so gentle, it didn’t hurt. Pleasure just washed over her. And knowing Thorn loved the sight of it somehow ramped her up higher.

“Cam,” he murmured.

In response, he moaned, tugged gently on her nipple with his lips, laved one last time, then raised his gaze to her.

God, he pulled her in. His eyes were on fire, his cheeks flushed. She felt the heat radiating from him. Brenna glanced down at his jeans. No doubt about the state of his arousal.

“Cam?”

Taut and on edge, the detective cut his eyes over to Thorn. Quickly, his gaze dropped from Thorn’s face, following the line of his arm down, down. Cameron’s eyes flashed with something wild as he fixed on the sight of Thorn’s hand palming her breast. Then Thorn lifted it up, offering it to Cam.

He didn’t have to offer twice.

Brenna watched his dark head shift toward the other breast. He brushed a pair of kisses against the curve, then he captured the nipple deep in his mouth. Hot and oh-so capable, he made her moan once more.

She couldn’t take her eyes off them, Thorn holding her breast in offering to Cam, him hungrily taking it. The visual alone was killer. The feeling of those fingers and lips together on her flesh… God, tingles ruthlessly beat at her. Her skin felt too tight. She was restless and plagued by a growing ache, now bigger than she was. Grabbing Thorn for another kiss would make her feel better…and worse. But she did it anyway.

The feel of his hair filtering through her fingers was surprisingly silky and she drew her mouth back to his. He didn’t ask questions or resist but instead dived into her mouth like he was never going to get enough of her. Like he’d never leave her, as long as he was this addicted to her flavor.

And Cam…his mouth seemed permanently attached to her nipples, his teeth grazing the one he hadn’t abused yesterday, sensitizing it until it stood erect so he could tongue it and make her even