FOUR.

Summer's eyes opened as Raeg turned her onto her back. He watched her breath catch, need still simmering in her dark violet eyes as he pushed her legs apart. He lifted her knees, placing them over his spread thighs as he knelt between them. Sliding his hands to her hips, and rather than coming over her, he dragged her body forward, her hips tilting until the wide, flared crest of his erection kissed the naked folds of her saturated pussy. Pleasure shot up his spine and drew a ragged groan from his chest.

"How fucking pretty," Falcon's voice sounded like a growl as Raeg watched his brother lie beside her, his hand smoothing over her stomach, his broad palm stroking against her abdomen. "I want to see this, baby. To hear your pleasure. This is what we dream of, Summer, seeing all the hunger and need inside you, and stoking it as hot, as wild as it can go."

She was pretty. So damned pretty it was all Raeg could do to breathe when he saw her sometimes. And now-his gaze lowered between her thighs, watched as the glistening folds of her pussy parted, embracing the broad crest of his cock.

He had to clench his jaw to hold back. His teeth locked together so tight they ached. The slick, juice-laden flesh cupped the end of his cock, the narrow entrance flexing, heat easing from the inner channel as he began pressing forward. His hands clenched on her thighs as he watched, felt the brutal pleasure beginning from the head of his dick to his balls as they drew tight at the base of the shaft.

"Oh God..." She tried to tighten her thighs as her pussy flexed, caressing each inch of his flesh as he worked it inside the snug channel.

"Hell, she's so fucking tight," he groaned, pushing in deeper, easing back, then forcing inside her by slow degrees once again. Each inner contraction around the sensitive crest was destructive.

So hot, so damned good ...

Her fingers fisted in the blankets beneath her, hips arching as strangled cries left her lips.

Flushed features were dazed with her pleasure, those pretty violet eyes so dark, so wild with her climb to release that they were nearly black. Dazed, her face suffused with the intensity of sensation. And he was mesmerized by that look, torn between watching as he pushed inside her and watching her face as each inch stretched her inner flesh.

He'd told himself he could keep this from happening, could maintain the distance, could keep her so angry that she wouldn't let him touch her. But he'd known, he thought fatalistically as a groan tore from his chest, that he was lying to himself. Lying to himself and endangering her in ways he'd never wanted to. Just as he was endangering his own soul.

Because Summer wasn't the only one mesmerized by the pleasure. He was dying from it. With each shallow thrust, each clench of her snug pussy around the head of his cock, his sensations became sharper, his pleasure deeper.

"That's it, baby," he whispered as her hips jerked in his grip, trying to push him deeper as her cries of pleasure filled his senses. "You're so sweet and tight. You like that little burn, don't you? That little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure."

His gaze slid to Falcon, watching as his brother kissed his way down Summer's perspiration-dewed neck to the tight, hard points of her nipples. The flushed, pebbled tips were cherry red, flushed and swollen and drawing Falcon's attention as Summer arched against the tight, controlled thrusts of Raeg's erection inside her.

"Please." Her voice was low, her body straining as he worked his cock deeper inside her in slow, controlled thrusts, easing inside her, torturing himself with the pleasure, with the heat searing his flesh and tightening around his erection.

He wanted to enjoy this. Every sensation, every cry from her pouty, reddened lips, the sight of her struggling to accept a pleasure so extreme it was tearing through her senses.

As Falcon's lips neared the swollen point of a nipple, Raeg eased back, pausing, his cock resting just inside the entrance of the snuggest grip he'd ever known in his life.

The second his brother's lips covered the sensitive tip, Raeg pushed inside her in a long, hard stroke. The pleasure suddenly gripping the sensitive length of his cock was violent.

Each time Falcon's cheeks drew in, creating a firm suction on her sensitive nipple, her pussy flexed and rippled around Raeg's erect flesh, the action sending warning strikes of raw pleasure racing straight to his balls.

"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.

It wasn't really often that Raeg drank, though, when he did, Falcon knew it was because whatever was bothering him wasn't something he'd come to peace with easily.

"Why the hell does she keep coming back here?" Raeg growled, staring into the glass for a moment before once again turning his gaze to the night. "Her father let some bastard nearly rape her, beat her, and still, she's run home every chance she's had."

The bitterness in his voice came from more than just the memory of Summer that long-ago night when Margot and Davis Allen had flown to Georgia to take her from her parents' home and bring her to DC for the summer.

"I told you that was not as it was told," Falcon reminded him. "Whatever happened that night, there was far more to it than her father allowing anything to happen. And this isn't about Summer's father. It's about-"

"Don't say it," Raeg growled, his voice low. "Don't give him that title or I won't be able to control myself."

Their father.

No, Roberto Falcone hadn't been much of a father. A monster. A murdering bastard, but not much of a father.

"It's been a lot of years, Raeg," Falcon reminded him, just as he often reminded himself. "And the circumstances are far different. Summer is not an agent assigned to gain information from the young man she'd coerced into falling in love with her. She's no danger or threat to us personally. You keep forgetting that."

"And if he decides to see it different?" his brother asked. "Could you live with Summer's death on your conscience, Falcon?"

No, he couldn't. Not like that. Never like that.

"Let us deal with one problem at a time," Falcon suggested. "We take care of Dragovich, then we'll tackle the other. For now though, she's in no danger from our past as long as Dragovich stalks her."

Silence settled around them then. Falcon was beginning to believe his brother had nothing more to say when he watched Raeg slowly shake his head wearily.

"And when this is over?" Raeg asked. "When it's time for us to walk away from her, will you be able to do that?"

It would kill him. It would rip his soul from his body and leave a ragged, gaping wound in its place.

"If that's what I have to do," Falcon assured him. "If it comes to that choice, Raeg, I'll make it. I won't do it unless we're certain though. And I don't think you can either."

He'd walk away from her before he'd see her harmed by the man who had sired them. That didn't mean he'd survive it. He'd let her go five months before, believing she'd be back, that she'd return to their lives as she'd always had before. When she hadn't, he'd known they were losing her. He was losing her.

Finishing his drink, Raeg continued to stare into the night, his expression brooding. Falcon knew that the conflicts still raged inside, tormenting him. Both of them possessed that broodiness, a quiet, dark intensity that gripped them whenever they were forced to deal with emotions they couldn't or wouldn't accept.

Summer had always brought the broodiness out in them, Falcon had always thought with a grain of amusement. The woman was like a whirlwind of emotion, and she never failed to affect them with it.

"Eight years is a long time to ache for a woman," Falcon told him softly. "I'm tired of longing for her, of trying to imagine she's the woman we're taking whenever we take a lover. I'm tired of wondering, of being tormented by the unknown where she's concerned. And I'm tired of living in the past. Once this is over, I'll go hunting him in earnest, Raeg. If I find him, he dies."

The flash of regret Raeg couldn't quite control flickered over his expression before it was pulled back. Falcon had always known that dealing with this issue had the potential to destroy both of them. Because of that, he'd let the situation go. Even after he'd acknowledged what Summer meant to him, still, he'd held back. Raeg hadn't been ready to accept the fact that Summer belonged to them, that this woman that made him crazy belonged to them.

His brother knew it now though.

"He wouldn't kill one of us," Raeg sighed heavily. "But we'll never get close enough to kill him either. Summer's our weakness, Falcon, and he'll know that." There was no way they could hide it, and no way to stay with her. "He won't allow that weakness to exist if we fuck up and reveal it to him. You know that as well as I do. Once Dragovich is taken care of here, I won't risk her that way. I'll leave."

"And I'll find him," Falcon assured him, knowing he would have no other choice. "I won't live my life beneath that threat any longer. It will be my life or his. And I will have nothing left to lose once I lose her. Neither of us will."

Turning, Falcon made his way through the dimly lit house and back up the stairs to the warm bed and the even warmer woman awaiting him.

He'd waited too long for her. He knew that once this was over he would never be able to stay away from her again. That left only one other option. He'd have to find Roberto, and once he did, one of them would die, because there would be no peace, and no assurance of Summer's safety otherwise. And that he simply could not tolerate.

Raeg remained silent as Falcon left the room, that parting shot echoing in the silence around him.

I knew this was coming.

He'd known for years that once he and Falcon had a taste of the woman who haunted them, there'd be no turning back. It would change them.

The fact that he was right didn't comfort him in the least. The suspicion that the man who sired them was far closer than they believed couldn't be shaken away either.

It was a feeling, a gut reaction that he knew better than to ignore.

Roberto Falcone was a ghost, a highly elite, specialized soldier trained by the CIA, then turned loose on a world that couldn't have suspected the killer that would move among them. Certainly his and Falcon's mothers hadn't known when they became involved with him, then conceived his two sons. Yet they'd stayed. Even after their sons had refused to have any contact with them because of Roberto and their continued connection to him, they'd stayed. Falcon's mother had even had another child. A daughter.

Their mothers hadn't given up though. Letters, emails, messages to phone numbers they should never be able to access, even attempts to meet with them when they knew they'd be at a certain party or event. And Raeg and Falcon didn't dare allow that connection once again. Roberto shouldn't have been threatened enough by the agent Raeg was sleeping with all those years ago to kill her. But he had. They wouldn't risk their mothers as well, and they couldn't risk Summer once Dragovich was taken care of either.

Raeg couldn't allow it.

The past.

He shook his head wearily, wishing he could understand it, that he could make sense of it. He'd learned years ago that there was no doing either. And now, all that mattered was protecting Summer from it.

Because if there was one thing Roberto hated more than he hated the CIA, it was CIA agents. Especially female agents he believed were a risk to his sons. And Raeg knew well how Roberto dealt with those female agents.

That knowledge lived in his nightmares, and he didn't think he could survive if Summer became a casualty to it.

Actually, he knew he wouldn't survive it.

Chapter.

FIVE.

What had make her think that anything would change with Raeg? Summer wondered the next morning after she woke to both him and Falcon already up, showered, and dressed.

Falcon had been watchful, but as charming as ever. Raeg was in a mood though. A very odd mood. One that left her feeling uncertain and off-balance. So much so that she insisted on leaving for her parents' the moment she joined them downstairs.

Not that either of them argued with her.