Flawless Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #2)(39)

“What the fu-ck, Professor? I thought you said we were supposed to hold off on the fu-cking!” Clint’s voice registered, but Dalton couldn’t have stopped himself at that point for anyone but Zoey, and she wasn’t telling him to slow down.

In fact, she was digging her fingernails into his shoulders and sucking on his tongue like she was starving. The scent of her arousal was growing thick even though they were both fully clothed. Dalton forced himself to break their kiss long enough to breathe and ask, “Zoey, please say you’re sure?”

“I’m sure. I thought I could wait, but I can’t.” Her lips nibbled at his jaw, and he groaned when she licked his earlobe.

“fu-ck! Clint, grab the sleeping bags.” Dalton dropped to his knees with Zoey still in his arms, and rested her weight on his thighs, “And the condoms!”

“I’m on it, Professor, just don’t pop your cork until I’m back.” Clint took off at a dead run to collect the last of their gear because it contained the two requested items.

Dalton stared down at Zoey. Her gorgeous blue eyes were dark with desire, and her lips were slightly swollen after he had savagely kissed her. Reaching up, he tugged the elastic band from her hair, and both of them sighed with pleasure as the glorious black satin tumbled down her back and into his hands.

“I like your hair down, kitten,” he murmured as he pressed butterfly kisses all over the planes of her face, and stroked his fingers through her hair.

“Kitten?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me, in a few more minutes you’ll be purring.”

They were feasting on each other’s mouths again when Clint reappeared, running at top speed. He had to have nearly flown to the truck and back, but Dalton was damn glad to see him.

Zoey climbed from his lap to help spread out the sleeping bags in a nice soft pallet, and slip her shoes and socks off. Dalton glanced at Clint who was still panting a bit from his run, and they both waited hesitantly for her to make the first move.

With a flirty smile, she turned so her back was to both of them, and standing in the center of the homemade love nest, she slowly slid the hem of her t-shirt up and over her head. Dalton’s mouth went dry as dust, and all she had bared was the curve of her spine and her bra strap. When she began peeling her snug jeans from her hips and sliding them over her sexy legs he nearly dropped to his knees to grovel at her feet. Just as he suspected, her ass was lush and perfect, especially with the slim string of a thong splitting it in two.

“Oh hell, angel, you had to wear the sexy panties too?” Clint’s groan echoed the one in Dalton’s head, then she laughed and stepped from her jeans, pushing them to the side. Her fingers played with the clasp of her bra for barely a second before it too dropped to the ground.

That was the last straw for Clint. Dalton stood quietly as his little brother walked slowly around the spread of blankets to stand in front of their woman. Zoey’s head tilted up and Dalton imagined she had that challenging jut of her chin going on she used so often.

“How does she look, Hollywood?” he asked softly as he began removing his own clothing as quickly as possible.

Clint’s voice was low, and breathless. “Like an angel.”

Zoey’s gasp rocketed through Dalton’s loins making his cock throb. He pressed himself against her back, and because of their height difference, it placed his cock at the top swell of her ass. Sliding his hands around, he cupped the two grapefruit sized tits that he had been dreaming about nightly, and sighed against her ear.

“Feels like one too.”

“Mmm…that feels good,” she moaned, leaning back into him with complete trust. His ego swelled along with his dick as she wriggled against him.

Her moaning stopped when Clint finally moved in to kiss her, and Dalton flinched when he felt Clint’s hands come around her body to her back. He had to take a little step back because it seemed a little weird to be touching his brother at the same time as touching Zoey. This was going to take some getting used to. Continuing to pinch her nipples, and squeeze her tits, while avoiding Clint’s roaming hands, grew trickier, and he finally huffed. “Let’s lay her down.”

Once Zoey was on her back, Dalton felt a lot more comfortable with the arrangement. Clint took over where he had been, sucking one plump pink nipple into his mouth, and squeezing the other. Touching was weird, but watching his brother with Zoey was fu-cking hot. She arched up off the bedding, her back a curve of passion as she clutched Clint’s head to her chest, and encouraged him with moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Her legs were slightly spread, showing off a dripping wet pu-ssy topped by a neatly trimmed triangle of dark curls. He could tell she was extremely aroused, because her clit was poking out from between her labia as though it was begging for his attention. Using his shoulders, to spread her thighs wider, he settled in for a closer look at her sweet cunt.

Just like her ass, her pu-ssy lips were plump and perfect, and she cried out when he ran his finger through her juices and then pressed into her tight passage. She was tight as a virgin, and his balls drew up underneath him burning with need. Counting in his head for distraction from his nuts, he began circling his tongue around her swollen clit. He avoided too much pressure on the little nub so she didn’t come too fast. He wanted her to remember the moment she had her first orgasm with the two of them for the rest of her life.

She was dripping wet, and thrusting her hips hard enough to jar him from his mission. When her hands began pressing on his head, he stopped long enough to capture them, holding them under her hips while he continued to feast on her pu-ssy.