by Ivy Barrett
He ignored her repeated requests for a reasonable speed until he pulled off the highway. “I skinned my knees, Chase. All I need is some water and a couple of Band-Aid.”
Her assurance had zero effect on her escort. He pulled into the driveway of his house and flew around the car as if she were bleeding to death. He threw open the door and unfastened her seat belt before she could do more than chuckle at his ridiculous overreaction. Scooping her up with athletic ease, he lifted her out of the car and kicked the door closed.
“My purse,” she cried. “It’s on the floor.”
“I’ll get it for you later.”
“My house is that way.” She pointed behind him as he carried her toward his front door. “Just put me down. My leg isn’t broken.”
She dipped precariously as he twisted to open the door. Then he kicked it shut behind them.
“What the hell happened to her?” Josiah came up off the couch as Chase carried her into their massive living room.
“Long story,” Chase muttered as he set her down on the cream-colored leather sofa.
She quickly scooted to the edge and picked up her foot before her bloody sandal smeared the carpet. “Grab a newspaper or something. I’m a mess.”
They rushed off in opposite directions and Katie took a moment to absorb the luxury surrounding her. She’d tried to picture the inside of this house ever since the developer broke ground. She’d taken advantage of the realtor’s open house to snoop around, but that had been before Josiah and Chase made some significant changes and personalized the interior. The floorplan was open, somehow welcoming despite its size. And what she could see of the house was shockingly clean, considering that two bachelors were the only inhabitants. No, they had to have a cleaning service.
Josiah returned first with what looked like a bathmat. “I couldn’t find a newspaper. Haven’t bought one in years.” He spread the bathmat under her foot and unbuckled her sandals, slipping them both off before she could ask what he was doing. Okay, one was covered in blood, but there had been no reason for him to remove the other. Awareness pulsed between them, easily eclipsing the throb in her knee.
“What happened?” He was on his knees in front of her, so why did he sound so damn commanding?
“Long story,” she echoed Chase’s words with a secretive smile.
“I’ve got time.”
“Vanessa and a couple of her snarky friends were watching us cross the parking lot,” Chase said as he came back into view. “So Katie decided to give me a blow job.”
Josiah turned his head so fast Katie was afraid he’d break his neck. “She gave you a blow job in a parking lot?”
“I pretended to give him a blow job.”
Chase grinned, but Josiah still looked pissed when he looked at her again. “Were you convincing?”
It was a ridiculous question, but she met his gaze and said, “Very.”
Rather than joining Josiah on the floor, Chase handed him a first-aid kit and a wet washcloth. She’d always suspected Josiah was alpha dog in this house, but it had never been more apparent than in that moment. Chase was friendly and outgoing, but he wasn’t a true dominant, maybe a switch. But those that didn’t know the two well might mistake him for the leader because of his engaging personality. She’d watched them long enough to know better. Josiah might be quiet, but he was dominant to the marrow of his bones.
Chase sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then pulled her against his side. Josiah went to work on her leg, washing away the blood and dislodging bits of gravel. Each time she tensed or hissed, Chase caressed her arm or pressed a kiss into her hair.
Why were they doing this? Weren’t they supposed to be rivals, each trying to seduce her? If she succumbed to them at the same time, what would that do to their competition?
She shook away the thought. She was not going to give in to them. They were being nice to her, nothing more. Yet Josiah’s fingers skimmed over her skin with unwarranted familiarity. He quickly cleaned the blood from her leg, pushing her skirt nearly to her crotch as he checked for spatter.
“It all ran down my leg.” She pushed his wandering hand lower and righted her skirt.
Josiah chuckled as he quickly unwrapped a Band-Aid. Her knees would likely scab over, but there was only one laceration requiring a bandage. He applied the Band-Aid, his fingers lingering against her skin. He still needed to apply antiseptic to the other knee, or she would have shooed him away.
“Your legs are amazing.” The unexpected praise came from Chase.
She looked at him and found his gaze burning into hers. He lifted her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms while Josiah continued tending her injured knees. She’d dreamed of this, imagined it more times than she could count. They were both focused entirely on her. All she had to do was...
“I’m not going to have sex with you.” The statement tore from her in a panicked rush. Regardless of how badly she wanted them, she would not be their next meal. Their games were cruel and selfish, and someone had to make them understand how it felt.
Chase smiled, but went right on touching her. “We just want to play. We’ll stop whenever you’ve had enough, or we’ll take you all the way.”
“That rhymed.” Josiah shook his head. “How much did you have to drink?”
Chase ignored the question as he eased the top of her dress off one of her shoulders. “She told me she’s ‘rather fond’ of oral sex. I think we should thank her for stopping Vanessa’s heart by giving her something she’s ‘rather fond’ of.”
Josiah finished with her knees before responding to the suggestion. His hands slid halfway up her thighs and he looked into her eyes. “Offer Chase your mouth. I want to watch you kiss him.”
The command washed over her, stirring emotions and sensations just as tangible as his physical touch. How did he do that? Usually when people barked orders at her it brought out her stubborn streak. Maybe that was the key. He didn’t “bark” orders, he used directives to caress and control, to guide and persuade.
Chase started to turn her face up, but Josiah stopped him. “No. I told her to make the offer.”
She felt as if she were floating through a dream as she pivoted toward Chase and tilted her head. She parted her lips and his mouth sealed over hers, his hand anchoring her head as his lips began to move. The kiss was deep yet patient. His lips slid as his tongue explored. She relaxed in his arms, returning the kiss, her tongue curling around his. And all the while she could feel Josiah’s gaze on them, watching, enjoying. Assessing.
Pulling away with a breathless sigh, she tried to scramble off Chase’s lap, but he didn’t release her. “I should go.”
“You should do as you’re told.” Josiah moved closer, easing her legs farther apart.
Chase shifted her position, turning her toward his friend. Her hands came up automatically, splaying across Josiah’s chest.
“Are you frightened?” A hint of challenge threaded through his tone.
“Do you want me to be?” She’d meant was he trying to scare her, but it took on a different meaning as she stared into his eyes. The question made it sound as if her desires were linked to his, she wanted whatever he wanted.
“I don’t want you afraid.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, a teasing promise of a kiss. “I want you wet and obedient.”
Well, she was already wet, but the obedient part was still to be determined. “Do you always get what you want?”
A slow, sexier-than-sin smile curved his lips. If fallen angels existed, this was what they looked like. Silky dark hair, black-velvet eyes, and mouths designed for pleasure. “Let’s find out.” He lowered his head slowly, giving her plenty of time to turn away. She knew what to expect, or thought she did, until his mouth took possession of hers. His fingers curved around the back of her neck and his tongue sank between her parted lips. He started out slowly, building the speed and intensity by degrees.
Someone touched her shoulder, eas
ing the other side of her dress down. Both of Josiah’s hands were on her head, so it had to be Chase. They could accomplish so much more with two sets of hands. Her nipples tingled in anticipation, yet the kiss was making it hard to think, hard to remember all the reasons she needed to resist.
Josiah released her mouth, kissing his way down the side of her neck. She gasped in a deep breath, and then Chase was there, kissing her just as passionately as Josiah. It was overwhelming yet invigorating. She wiggled, moving just enough to see if Chase would restrain her. His arm tightened around her waist, pressing her firmly against his body. His cock pushed against her back, hard and substantial. She shivered, feeling helpless yet ironically safe. They might be heartless cads, but they wouldn’t harm her physically. Seduction required skill and finesse, and these two had both in abundance.
Trailing his lips from her clavicle to her sternum, Josiah awakened her skin. His breath was warm and his lips were soft as he blanketed her chest in kisses. Chase had exposed the upper curve of her breasts, yet the dress still covered her nipples. Rather than tugging the material down, Josiah slipped his thumb beneath and circled the beaded tip.
“So hard already. Would you like my mouth right here?” He gently tugged, illustrating the possible destination.
Chase pulled back, freeing her mouth. “Answer him.”
If she didn’t stop them now, she’d ruin everything. Worse, she’d allow herself to become another conquest. She’d known what they were like long before Fyn appeared to her. What in creation had made her think she was a match for one or the other, much less both?
Josiah continued to tease her nipple with his thumb as his gaze bore into hers. “Yes or no? It’s a simple question.”
“It’s not simple at all. I shouldn’t want this. You blow through lovers like I—”
He pinched her nipple and her sentence ended in a startled gasp. “I never go where I’m not wanted. Yes or no.”
The sting spread out across her breast gradually morphing from pain into pleasure. She needed this. Needed to feel desired and adored, needed to banish Dillon’s ghost once and for always. She closed her eyes in defeat and whispered, “Yes.”
He pulled both sides of her dress down, lightly binding her arms in the process. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress had molded cups because the backless design made lingerie tricky.
“Damn.” Chase cupped one breast as Josiah focused on the other. “I knew you had a nice rack, but these are spectacular.”
Embarrassed by the semi-crude praise, she tried to bring her arms up.
“No.” Josiah caught her wrists and pulled her arms back down. “Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me. You’re beautiful and I won’t be deprived.” Supporting the fullness with his hand, he bent and sucked the nipple deep into his mouth.
The firm suction sent heat spiraling through her body and Katie helplessly arched her back. It felt so good. She shook, aching for things she was afraid to name, things she’d given up on a long time ago.
They worked in tandem, effortlessly anticipating each other’s moves. Josiah drifted from one side to the other and Chase used his fingers on the nipple Josiah left behind. It was a dizzying dance of wet lips, firm fingers, hot breath, and the rasp of skin on skin.
Panic surged again, stronger this time. She would not compromise what she and Fyn were trying to do for a few minutes of toe-curling pleasure. “I can’t do this.” She pushed Josiah back and her nipple came free with a wet-sounding pop.
“You don’t have to ‘do’ anything,” Chase told her, his fingers continuing to play. “I want to thank you for putting Vanessa in her place. It would be rude not to let me.”
Josiah sat back on his heels, his expression stern. “If you don’t want this, leave now. If you stay, I’m going to eat your pussy while Chase holds you down, and then we’re going to switch so I can watch you come while he fucks you with his tongue.”
Lust so strong it made her tremble inundated her soul. He’d hit so many of her sexual triggers with that one sentence it was frightening. First and foremost he hadn’t asked permission, he’d told her what was going to happen. Then came all the subtleties. She loved to be held down. She loved to be watched. And most of all, she loved an eager mouth moving against and into her pussy.
“And after that?” Her voice sounded breathless and full of want. “Can I go home?”
“You’re not a prisoner. You can leave at any time,” Chase assured her. “I’ll even walk you to your front door. But I don’t think that’s what you want.”
“Make up your mind, Kathrine. Yes or no.” Josiah loomed over her, all dark desire and solemn purpose.
She wanted this, had dreamed about it for five long years. But what about their contest? Wasn’t it more important to make them see how badly their games hurt others? She wasn’t their only victim.
This wasn’t planned. They’re as surprised by it as you are. Fyn’s voice sounded inside her mind. If you want to stay. Stay. I’ll figure out a way to use it.
Joy fueled her excitement and she whispered, “I don’t want to leave.”
But it can’t go any farther than mouths! If you don’t trust yourself to deny them, leave now.
“That’s what you don’t want.” Josiah moved his hands to the underside of her knees, recapturing her full attention. “Now tell us what you want.”
“I want you to do what you said you’d do.”
He shook his head with a dark smile. “Not good enough, Katie-cat. Try again.”
Why did men need to hear women say nasty things? She’d rather he just get busy. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
“And what do you want Chase to do while I eat you out?”
“I want him to hold me down and kiss me.”
Chase turned her torso while leaving her legs draped over his. He supported her back with one arm and caressed her breasts with his other hand. “Sounds like she’s adding to the list, J. Does that mean we should too?”
“No.” She shook her head and pushed his hand away from her breast. “If you expect more than what he mentioned, I need to leave.”
Josiah squeezed her legs, drawing her gaze back to him. “I outlined the agenda. Don’t let Chase confuse things. We’re showing our appreciation, nothing more.”
She remained tense and unsure as Josiah eased his hands up under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Could she really do this? Abandon herself to these two men, lie in the arms of one as the other licked her pussy? It was so naughty, so decadent.
A cool current of air brushed against her wet folds, accenting their heat and intensifying the ache deep inside her body. On impulse, she’d trimmed her pubic hair after she’d shaved her legs. She hadn’t dwelled on it at the time, but the impulse was telling. Had she hoped something like this would happen? Well, maybe with Chase, but not with both of them.
Josiah bent her knees and rotated her legs out. She was spread before him, dress bunched around her waist, all her secrets on display. He caressed her inner thighs, pulling heat deeper into her body as his hands moved higher.
Restlessness spread in the wake of his touch. She couldn’t stop squirming. Chase guided her head around and covered her mouth with his. She couldn’t see Josiah anymore, but the lack seemed to accent each move he made. He traced her slit with his fingers, exploring her folds and rimming her opening without venturing beyond. God how she wanted him there, deep inside her. She fought back a moan and tried to concentrate on the kiss.
Josiah’s lips brushed against her pussy, following the tantalizing course of his fingers. Then he gently parted her and his tongue pushed right into the center of her sex. She moaned into Chase’s open mouth. Her clit twitched, anxious for attention, but he seemed obsessed with her passage. He drove inward again and again, fucking her with his tongue.
Tension built and her inner walls contracted painfully. “Please,” she muttered in between kisses.
“Please what?” Josiah asked, mouth hovering over her pussy.
He raised his head as he pushed two fingers into her rippling core. “Now that was wonderfully specific.” He sucked on her clit once then paused, letting the sensations ricochet through her abdomen. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He licked and sucked on her clit while his fingers slid in and out of her body.
Pleasure swelled, building gradually at the command of his clever mouth. She reveled in the attention, amazed that she didn’t feel ashamed. Suddenly the tension snapped, catapulting her toward release with abrupt acceleration. She cried out sharply, grinding herself against his mouth.
With both hands on her hips, he stayed with her, prolonging each distinct spasm with an echoing flick of his tongue. She’d had orgasms before, but nothing like this. It went on forever and took her higher than she’d ever dreamed possible.
When she finally drifted back down, she felt weightless and peaceful, ready to curl up between them and go to sleep.
Josiah licked her wetness from his lips as he stared into her eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable, Katie-cat. Now it’s Chase’s turn.”
Chapter Four
Josiah watched Katie closely, waiting for his words to register. They weren’t through with her yet. It was Chase’s turn to enjoy her hot, slick pussy. Her eyes widened and she stared back at him in dazed wonder. She might not be a virgin, but her innocence was apparent in every move, every reaction. If she’d had more than two lovers, he’d be shocked. Her taste lingered in his mouth and still he wanted more. He wanted to coat his fingers with her cream and ease them into her ass. She’d moan and wiggle, scandalized by such bold pleasures. He had no doubt she’d never ventured into the realm of anal play and he wanted to be the first to take her there.
Or Chase could hold her on his lap and stretch her snug little pussy with his cock. Josiah would kneel between their legs and show her other oral pleasures that she could be “fond of”. He’d lick her folds and suck her clit until she squeezed Chase so hard he lost control. It was so easy to picture Chase’s balls nestled beneath her ass and his shaft impaling her pink cunt. He’d lick Chase’s balls then finger-fuck him while Chase thrust up into Katie. Josiah swallowed hard. All those pleasures would have to wait. Sweet little Katie wasn’t ready for the infinite variations available to them. And Chase still refused to admit how much he liked variety.
