“I’d forgotten you two were in the house,” she said hesitantly, taking a step back.
Steele went to her and circled her waist with his arm. “I’m having a little trouble fixing the chicken, Bree. My stomach isn’t settling.”
Instantly her expression changed to one of concern. “Do you want to lie down? I can fix us dinner.”
He shook his head. “I’ll take a shower and be right back down. Maestro and Keys wanted to take a dip in the pool but were going to help with dinner.”
“I don’t mind. You all go ahead and do whatever,” she said.
Steele jerked his chin toward the door and his brothers got the message, heading out to the pool. Both wore loose-fitting jeans slung low on their hips and they had them off before they got to the pool.
“You really don’t mind starting dinner? I can be down in a few minutes.”
She shook her head. “I’d better go change though.”
He frowned. “Why? You look beautiful. I can come back and watch you moving around the kitchen just the way I imagined. Does it make you uncomfortable to have them see your body? Because if it does . . .”
She glanced through the glass to the pool and the two men swimming and splashing each other. Steam was rising from the surface of the water as the outside temperature dropped.
Her adorable little frown was on her face. “No. Not really. If you think I’m safe.”
His heart stuttered. He framed her face with both hands. “Don’t you feel safe with Maestro and Keys? Have they done something to make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No. Not at all.”
“They aren’t going to notice, Breezy. Stay in that outfit for me.” He wasn’t asking. She might as well know how he was, demanding his way. At the same time, if she was feeling in the least like she wasn’t safe, he had to find a way to rectify that. “Your choice, baby.” He softened his voice, so she knew he meant it. “But you’re perfectly safe.”
She shrugged. “Then I’m comfortable.”
He leaned down and took her left breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple as he suckled right through the lace. Instant heat exploded through his groin and hot blood rushed through his veins. He dragged her closer, pulling strongly, wanting his mark on her. His other hand slid down her belly to find that stretchy lace and the openings in the fabric that gave him access to her. Her sheath was already damp and hot as hell. Beckoning him.
“I’m hungry all over again for the taste of you.” He growled it. Lapped at his fingers, watching her the entire time. Her eyes had gone dark with desire. She was always responsive to him. Always.
“You’re hungry for dinner,” she countered, but she didn’t move when his mouth found her other breast and his fingers returned to bury themselves in her channel. She immediately cradled his head to her as if she loved standing in the middle of the kitchen with her man working her body.
He licked at his fingers again. “I’ll be right back. Whatever you don’t have done, I’ll do, and then I’ll be playing some more.”
She laughed softly. “Is that a threat? You made it sound like one. I like the way you play.”
He couldn’t resist spinning her around and rubbing her ass. The black lace stretched over her pale skin, framing it beautifully. He crouched for a moment, thrust his fingers into her and bit her left cheek. Not hard. Just enough to sting. The flood of liquid heat rewarded him. He stood up slowly. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to shatter my cock into a million pieces if I keep this up. I’m so damn hard I feel like I’m going to break in half.”
Her hand found him under the towel, her fist closing around his girth. “I love the way you feel, Steele.” Her thumb slid over the crown, smearing drops over the broad head. “Maybe we’d better do something about that before you head upstairs.”
Steele didn’t need a second invitation. He yanked her panties down. She took away the darkness that always threatened to consume him, and right then, it was far too close. He caught at her and easily lifted her into his arms. “Put your legs around me. Lock your ankles.”
She obeyed and threaded her fingers together at the nape of his neck. Her legs being spread so wide apart opened her sex to him, and his cock pushed against her, seeking entrance. Very slowly he lowered her over him, sheathing that thick, steely spike one inch at a time. He felt the reluctant give of her tight muscles as he relentlessly pushed home. Her body swallowed his, took him in, gave him that perfection.
He let it take him. That feeling of euphoria. She was strangling him she was so tight. He pressed her back against the counter and began to move, slowly at first, watching her face, watching her breasts jolt with every savage thrust. He buried himself deep, wishing he could live there. Every time he withdrew and surged forward again, his body sang and his blood grew hotter. Flames licked at him. Burned.
Every sound she made was pure music. He loved the way she moaned. A soft little cry accompanied each thrust. His hips picked up the pace because it was a necessity. He couldn’t continue slow. He needed hard. Fast. He leaned forward, sinking deep, catching her nipple between his teeth and tugging. The liquid heat turned fiery hot, surrounding him. He switched sides and flicked with his tongue and then used his teeth, this time scraping over the curve of the sensitive mound before finding her nipple and biting down.
She cried out and once more flooded him with liquid fire. He took her hard. Over and over. Behind him the door opened, and his brothers sauntered past, both barefoot and naked, heading over to the folded towels they’d placed on the table. Her fingers tightened in warning at the nape of his neck. He moved harder in her. Deeper. Wanting her to know that he would take her where he wanted, when he wanted. He’d done it often before. His brothers guarded him when he was at his most vulnerable, and fucking her made him as vulnerable as hell.
She moved with him. He loved looking at the way her breasts jolted in that stretchy fabric. The visual of her laid out over the counter, her legs wrapped around him and his marks coming up under the lace, added to his pleasure, just as the sight of her had when he’d watched her blow him.
The messy knot on top of her head began to unravel with each hard thrust. He loved that too, but it was the expression on her face when she looked at him, her eyes, so dark with a mixture of love and lust. So his. He hoped that Maestro or Keys had thought to pick up the camera and capture that look for him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her to check.
“You close, baby?” She was, he knew it. He could feel her body tightening around his. He could hear the soft little pleas begin to change notes.
“Yes.” She barely managed the assent.
“Take me with you,” he commanded.
Her body clamped down on his. Hard. Vicious. A milking squeeze of tight muscles that caught at him and worked his cock until his head spun. Her low, keening cry had him emptying himself like a volcano into her. The splash of his hot seed triggered another strong wave through her body.
He lay over her, feeling the strong ripples of her body. His face was buried in her neck and he took the opportunity, in spite of fighting for breath, to suck on that soft, pale skin. Gently. She needed gentle care now. He’d been rough, and the counter was a very hard surface.
“You okay, Bree?”
“Yes, it was spectacular as always with you. I can’t think when you’re inside me like that.”
He couldn’t think either, which was a damn good thing. The churning in his stomach was gone, and suddenly his world was right again. All because of Breezy and her amazing body. All because of her response to him. She gave him what he needed.
He pulled out of her slowly. Reluctantly. Very gently he set her feet on the floor and held her with one arm around her waist. He reached around her to turn on the warm tap water and soak a small towel. “Put your legs apart for me.”
She widened her stance and he washed her gently and then h
is cock. He looked around to find that Maestro and Keys had headed up to their rooms to take showers. The camera was on the counter, but in a different spot than where it had been. His brothers were looking out for him.
Breezy’s gaze followed his. “They took pictures of us, didn’t they?”
“It looks like it. I hope so. You looked beautiful. Your face when I’m inside you is so beautiful, baby.”
Her hand cupped his jaw, her thumb sliding over it. “Why do you need photographs?”
He sighed and caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “That year without you, I think I would have gone insane if I hadn’t had those pictures.”
“Our intimacy should be just for us, shouldn’t it?”