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“Oh God, Raeg … please…” Her hips jerked against his grip, each thrust a little stroke against his cock that resulted in devastating pleasure.
Tilting his head back on his shoulders, he fought for control, fought to remain still, to just experience the feel of her pussy sucking him from base to crest, clenching, flexing, tightening around his erection, stealing his control. He’d never known pleasure this sharp. In all his sexual life, he’d never known these blistering, overwhelming sensations.
“Move…” she cried out, thighs tightening again, fighting his hold on her hips as Falcon’s lips lifted from her nipple only to lick the tip before gripping it between his teeth and tugging it gently.
A strangled scream of pleasure tore from Summer’s throat, her expression drugged, dazed with the pleasure she couldn’t fight, couldn’t hold back from. A pleasure she was transferring to him through the heated grip of her pussy.
Moving was becoming imperative though. As much as Raeg wanted to linger, wanted to just feel her, just experience the feel of her pussy gripping him, sucking at his erection, hunger was overcoming the need to just relish the pleasure.
He glimpsed Falcon’s lips covering her nipple once again, sucking at it with the deep, hungry pulls of his lips. Summer jerked against him, that slick, hot grip of her pussy tightening further.
Raeg lost the ability to simply experience the feel of her. His hips jerked back, then slammed forward, the friction of hot, slick flesh tightening around him drawing a groan from his chest and fraying what was left of his control.
Before he could stop himself, before he could regain enough control to take her slow and easy, to experience the feel of her, the pleasure he knew only she could give, he was pumping inside her hard and deep. Quick, heavy strokes that built the burning pleasure, the furious, brilliant pinpoints of sensation racing from his shaft to his taut balls, and clenching the muscles of his abdomen.
Her cries of pleasure, of need, filled his head and sliced through any defenses he might have maintained. Nothing mattered but Summer, her pleasure, her need, touching her, stroking her, protecting her from everything but himself.
Everything but his hunger.
At that moment, she stiffened beneath him, a smothered wail of ecstasy escaping her lips as she began coming around him, her pussy like a vise, milking the last fragile remnants of restraints from his grip.
Slamming inside her, Raeg froze, his release exploding from him, shooting from his cock, his semen jetting inside her in furious pulses of blinding rapture.
Teeth clenched, his muscles bunched and tight against the power of each ejaculation, a groan escaping his lips, he gave himself to it. Let himself feel, just feel for the space of time it took for the rippling flesh surrounding his cock to suck the last pulse of release from his balls.
Distantly, he heard Falcon’s groans, knew he’d found his own release, and he knew both of them were doomed. No other woman had ever affected them like this. No other woman had ever caused so many contradictory emotions to rise inside him.
She was his weakness.
She was Falcon’s weakness.
And he may well have doomed both of them because of the very lack of control that had him collapsing over Summer now, holding her, covering her until he could catch his breath, until he could find his strength once again.
Maybe, in the search for his strength, he’d be able to recover his heart as well. He had a feeling though that he’d lost both to the far too delicate, far too stubborn woman he feared would be the death of not just him, but his brother as well.
Their weakness.
* * *
Sometimes, Falcon thought as he felt his brother silently leave Summer’s bed nearly an hour later, the complications of life could strip a man so painfully bare, the truth of his soul could only be faced in the midnight hours.
Staring up at the ceiling bleakly he wished he could allow Raeg the time he needed to come to grips with whatever had caused him to lose control and give into his hunger. Unfortunately, he didn’t consider that an option at the moment.
He
hadn’t wanted to leave the bed yet either. Summer was a warm weight against his side, her soft breathing calming. He’d been pretty damned close to sleep when Raeg decided to leave the bed.
Restraining a sigh, he eased from Summer, then rolled from the bed. Locating the cotton pants he’d worn after his shower, he pulled them on and left the room. He knew where he’d find his brother. The same place he always found him when the past haunted him. Where Raeg also found him when the past come calling as well.
Making his way downstairs, he found Raeg standing next to the glass doors leading to the back porch, a drink in hand as he watched fog swirling on invisible currents of air.
Raeg was fighting to contain himself again, Falcon knew. All that cool, careful calm his brother showed the world came with a price and a battle to maintain it. The same fiery Spanish blood Falcon possessed ran through his brother’s veins as well. Raeg had learned to harness it for the most part though. At least, until it came to Summer.
“She still asleep?” Raeg asked, not turning from whatever he was watching within the night.
“She is,” he said softly, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the doors and crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his brother. “We should be as well.”
Raeg lifted his glass and took a healthy swallow.
