The hot flare of need racing up his spine had him signaling Colt to raise the chaise and get into position. To Sage’s surprise, his brother pulled Coral into his arms, holding her close for several seconds before threading his fingers through her long hair and tilting her face up to his. “Sweetness, I can’t think of a single thing in the world I want more than to slide between these pretty lips.” Colt’s fingertip traced over Coral’s lips in a slow stroke and Sage watched as she shuddered in response. Damn, little brother has learned some new moves since we last shared a woman. Colt hadn’t liked Mackenzie and had flat out refused to touch her during the time Sage had dated her. Hell, Kip had been the only one of his brothers willing to share a scene with them and Mackenzie had scoffed at the idea. She’d laughed in Kip’s face citing his age as reason enough to reject him, Sage had been infuriated, but the guiding tenants of the BDSM lifestyle dictated if one partner was opposed then it was off the table.
