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L.T. stood up straight, along with Axel, Deacon, and Quentin on either side of him.
It felt as if it took forever for her to near them. L.T. could feel his temper rising, and he needed to use some serious self-control to not push through the crowd and pull Mariah into his arms. He’d missed her despite the numerous times he told himself that he shouldn’t. She was Michael’s sister. She was just a young woman with her eyes wide open and her view of older men a fantasy situation. None of them were right for her. The words kept repeating in his head, until she got closer. Mariah was all grown up and then some.
As she finally approached and he got an even closer look at her, he lost all ability to speak.
“So are all y’all gonna just stare at me or give me a hug hello?” she asked with a seductive, teasing voice that made his cock jerk to life. He was instantly hard. Totally and completely turned on and growing as Axel pulled her close, kissed her cheek, and twirled her around. He placed her back down onto her high-heeled boots, and looked over her body. Midriff white sweater, dark, tight blue jeans, a damn belly ring peeking out, if the sparkle he glimpsed was what he thought it was, and damn, did she smell good, too. Deacon pulled her against him next and hugged her tightly. She kissed his neck, and L.T. watched how slowly her lips collided against Deacon’s skin, and how even more slowly she parted her lips from his neck.
Deacon’s hands slid along her lower back, and as he released her to Quentin, L.T. saw Deacon’s hand caress over one ass cheek. Mariah smiled and winked.
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The young college grad had turned into a sexual goddess.
Quentin immediately pulled her up against him, her heeled boots lifted off the floor, and she seductively wrapped one toned jean-covered thigh around Quentin’s upper leg and hip. L.T. couldn’t take a step closer without coming in his pants.
“You look gorgeous, baby. I missed you,” Quentin told her and then kissed her cheek slowly. It was the kind of kiss meant to be against a woman’s lips, but Quentin was smart enough to know he couldn’t do that with Mariah.
Slowly Quentin set her feet down, a huge smile on his face, winked, and then nodded his head toward L.T. She looked at him and then turned to see whom Quentin was directing her, too. When her eyes locked with L.T.’s, the man couldn’t help but give the sweet hot woman a wink.
“Mariah,” he whispered, and she slowly, very seductively moved from Quentin’s arms and placed her hand on L.T.’s shoulder as if she weren’t going to hug him.
“L.T. It’s so nice to see you again. You look good,” she whispered.
As much as L.T. wanted to be strong and continue to fight his attraction to Mariah, knowing that his brothers had kissed her, hugged her, and it hadn’t pissed him off, made him reach for her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He placed his hand against her cheek and stared down into her eyes.
“Still the angry and silent type, huh, L.T.?” she teased.
“You look gorgeous, Mariah. You’ve turned into quite a stunning woman.” She smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders.
“I was a grown woman before I left. You just couldn’t see it.” she replied and then pulled from his embrace. He was surprised by her remark. He also wondered why she seemed pissed off about it.
“Mariah,” someone called and another group of guys said hello. It was torture to watch the other men touch her and take advantage of holding her in their arms. He had to give himself a mental shake and remind himself that she was off-limits. No matter how hard she made his cock. She would always be Michael’s little sister.
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Deacon and Quentin stood side by side near the wall and watched Mariah dance with her friends. They couldn’t take their eyes off of her. Deacon watched the way her hips swayed, and how her toned arms were raised nearly above her head as she moved her hips to the rhythm of the music. It was a salsa number, and he would surely dream of her tonight. But instead of on a dance floor, Mariah would be naked, with her arms raised above her head, her pretty breasts pushed out for him to lick and nip at, as he stroked her cunt with his fingers. She’d come softly, whispering his name with her sweet little country voice of hers. He’d recognize her blindfolded. Hell, his cock would immediately sense her anywhere within the radius of his near vicinity.
He felt the light smack to his belly and it brought him out of his fantasy.
“I’m going to be straight with you, Deacon. No fucking bullshit. I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist anymore. Seeing her after all this time is making me think of doing things with her that I should not be thinking about doing.”
Deacon glanced over at Quentin, as Quentin took a slug of beer and kept his eyes on the dance floor.
A quick glance back and he saw another two guys moving in to dance with her again. He cleared his throat as the anger shoved through his system. He was so incredibly jealous right now, that even hearing Quentin’s admittance didn’t ease his own desires for her. It just intensified the feelings. It had been months since the four of them had tried to share a woman. It just didn’t work. None of them felt the pull, the connection they each sought out to heal their fears. As the calmest, most quiet of the group, he was feeling ready to roar and explode.
“I know what you’re saying, Quentin. She’s stunned us all. With her beauty, her maturity, and sophistication.”
“Her fucking body. My God, Deacon, when the fuck did she turn into such a sexual fantasy. She’s stunning, and it’s not just because of the connection I’ve always felt around her either. It’s more. It’s like I can see only her in the room.”
“It’s pretty fucking scary, ain’t it?” Deacon whispered and then took another slug of beer.
“Scary? Yeah, I guess that’s a good adjective to use. Wanting something so badly that you can’t have it is pretty fucking scary,” Quentin said and then downed the rest of his beer. He released a sigh and looked at Deacon.
“I can’t take the torture anymore. I’m going back to the bar.”
Deacon nodded his head and then looked back toward the dance floor. His eyes zeroed in on Mariah again. She had a fantastic ass. He wanted to know what it felt like to hold her in his arms and caress his large hand over her ass in such a possessive way she shook in his arms. But each time he thought about acting on his desires for her, he thought about Michael. They were best friends with her damn brother for crying out loud. Wouldn’t them fucking his sister make Michael roll over in his grave? He’d never forgive them.
Hell, he knew what they were into. The four of them engaged in sex as a unit and a team because they felt safest that way. When Deacon thought of sharing Mariah, he feared a lot of things. He feared letting go and opening up his heart. He feared the intimacy of loving a woman, giving her all of him, and being able to give her what she needed. Deacon knew that was why he, L.T., Quentin, and Axel decided to share their women. They all had very hard, intense personalities. Their issues with lack of trust, suspicion, and always holding back kept their hearts out of it and their sexual needs satisfied. Women were immediately compliant to share the four of them, but never did it last more than a few hours, and no woman ever stayed.
