by Cathryn Cade
He moved her backward toward the mattress. “C’mere, sweet woman. Gotta get you horizontal where I can touch you everywhere, and taste you.”
This time she managed actual words. “Taste me?” she repeated, her voice breathy.
He gave her another claiming, wet kiss. “Oh, fuck yeah. Taste your tits, and your pussy, and wherever else you’ll let me.”
Kit let him lower her to the mattress with him, and then scooted backward so her head was on someone’s pillow and she was spread like an offering in the center, her faded purple panties the only barrier between her and Remi’s gaze, his touch.
He loomed over her, caging her in his arms, and leaned down to kiss her again. His damp hair fell around them, just as she’d imagined, only so much better because Remi was kissing her, Remi’s bare torso was there for her to pet and caress as she kissed him back. Remi’s heated gaze was on her face, then dropping to her breasts along with his hands, cupping her breasts and plumping them up for him to admire.
Far as she was concerned, he could do that for another hour or so. Her breasts were sensitive, her nipples even more so. Now they were so hard they throbbed. And when Remi dipped his head to flick one with his soft, wet tongue Kit nearly arched up off of the mattress.
“She liked that,” Keys said from nearby.
At the sound of his deep voice, Kit’s eyes flew open, her hands lifting to Remi’s face to still him.
Keys stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. As Kit’s gaze met his, he straightened and walked into the room, dropping to his knees on the edge of the mattress.
Her heartbeat increased, and she wanted to pant like a puppy. Oh, my God.
“Yeah she does,” Remi agreed. “And I like doing it.”
Kit’s gaze flicked from Remi to Keys and back. She felt hot, anxious and yet eager to please both of them.
Keys reached out to tug her hair free of the tie and pull it over the pillow in a loose, tumbled curtain. “Wanna watch you two together, Red,” he told her. “You down with that?”
Remi turned his face into her hand and nipped at her finger, his gaze eager and inquiring. “Let me make you come, Kit.”
A deep flush rolled up through Kit, covering her chest, her throat and face, but heat rolled the other way too, straight down into her core, where she was swollen and yearning. “Okay,” she agreed. Her voice cracked with excitement. Please, please, please, yes, yes, now!
Both men smiled at her. Remi gave her a squeeze. Keys nodded. “Good, baby.”
Remi lowered his head to her breast again. He rolled his tongue around her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth, a silky, wet tugging on the sensitive nub. It felt so good Kit squirmed under him, wanting him not to stop, but craving the same attentions to her pussy.
“Yeah, she likes that,” Keys muttered. “Think she needs you lower down, Remington.”
Remi groaned and let her nipple pop free. “Yeah? You want me to eat your sweet, creamy center, Kit-Kat?”
She was either going to die of need or embarrassment. Might as well be the latter, because she wanted Remi’s mouth on her pussy more than she wanted her next breath. She nodded.
“Ah-ah,” Keys chided softly, reaching to thumb her wet nipple and give it a sharp little tug. “Use your words, Red.”
Remi yanked at her panties. They tore, and he winced. “Shit, sorry. I’ll buy you another pair.”
“It’s okay, they were old.” She wasn’t sure he even heard her, though. His gaze was rapt on her pussy—which was completely open to him in his position.
“Fuck, look at you.” He smoothed his hands up her inner thighs, and framed her mons with them, his dark skin making her own even paler by contrast, her auburn curls delicate and feminine next to his work-hardened hands.
Keys grunted his wordless approval, and Kit’s pussy spasmed in a near orgasm. Oh, my God, they were both looking at her there, and she loved it. “Please, Remi—do it.”
“Yeah,” Keys approved. “Eat that sweet, wet, pink pussy, man. Let me watch you make her scream.”
Remi drove his hands under her, palming her ass and squeezing it, lifting her up to him like a banquet. “Hang on, axa’ashe,” he advised with a devilish look up at her.
At the first flick of his tongue, wet velvet on her labia, Kit whimpered with joy and relief. And when he drove it deep and then licked up to her clit, swollen and ready, she moaned. Her voice was soft and yielding in contrast to their two deep voices.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Keys approved, watching every move. “That is fuckin’ beautiful, the two of you. Eat her up, Remi. Use that tongue on her.”
Keys hand took hers and held it, and she grasped it tightly as Remi licked her with ferocious enthusiasm. Keys reached to push Remi’s hair over the far side of his head, and it caressed her bare skin as his tongue flicked her clit.
Keys leaned down to murmur in her ear as he fondled her breasts. “I’m watchin’ every fuckin’ move, Red. Watchin’ him eat you. And later he’s gonna watch me fuck you hard, and then I’m gonna watch you take his cock in your mouth.”
His dirty, hot words filled Kit’s ear, and Remi’s tongue swept her up and over the edge of a precipice, and flung her down the other side, into delicious, shivering joy.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes-ss.”
“You want more, Red?” Keys asked. He was stroking down Remi’s back now, and reaching under his chest to touch him somewhere Kit couldn’t see. But the way Remi was panting against her, he liked it.
“Yes,” she said, coming still, or again, she wasn’t sure. “I want more—I want it all with you guys.”
Remi groaned his approval from between her thighs, and then Kit felt him shudder. He laid his head on her bare thigh, his hair a silky curtain.
Keys’ gave them both a look of satisfaction, like a big, lazy predator watching over his catch. “You come too, lover?”
“Uh-huh,” Remi murmured. “With her pussy on my tongue, and you jackin’ my cock ... oh yeah.”
Keys reached down and cupped her with his strong, calloused hand, his fingertips slicking between her wet lips. Then he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them. “See what you mean, Remi. Ripe and sweet.”
Kit whimpered again, she could not help it.
Keys reached down for the snap on his own jeans, his nostrils flared, eyes glittering. “Only one who hasn’t come yet is me. Time to fix that.”
Remi lifted his head, both he and Kit watching, ready to offer Keys whatever he wanted—but a horn blared, cutting through the morning air outside the shop.
“Damnit to hell.” Keys froze, his eyes closing. “Builders are here.”
“We can be fast,” Remi said, reaching for Keys.
“Nah,” Keys said, already knifing to his feet. “Gotta get down there, watch over those trusses bein’ unloaded. You two take your time, though.”
He pulled a tee from his duffel and yanked it over his head. It was gray with a classic car on the back under a faded logo. He bundled his hair into a messy bun at the back of his neck and tied it.
“Shit, I gotta get to work too.” Remi was pushing up too, grabbing a discarded tee to wipe himself off, and fastening his jeans.
Kit curled up to sit, legs tucked together, her arms over her breasts. She felt bereft, unnecessary now that the sex was over—although she’d gotten the best of that. Her pussy spasmed again at the memory of Keys watching Remi eat her out.
But they were both off to important tasks, she wanted to be needed too.
“What can I do?” she asked as Keys bent to shove his feet into socks and boots.
He straightened, gave her a warm look, and jerked his chin at his messy desk. “You can start on that, Red. Separate invoices, bills, junk mail and the like. That laptop has a book-keeping program loaded on it, but damned if I can make head or tails of it. Fast Books, or some shit.”
“You mean QuickBooks?” She knew how to do that, had learned from Marie, the owner of the coffee shop she’d
worked at part time. Marie had been very impressed by Kit’s ability to learn computer skills the first time she was shown, and said Kit should take classes at a community college.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He was already on his way out the door, but turned to look back at her. “Anyways, enter figures where you can. Just let me know if you’re gonna change anything major, yeah?”
“Okay,” she agreed, pulling her dress over her head. She wriggled her shoulders to settle her breasts in the gathered bodice, and looked up to find both men watching her.
“Damn,” Keys said. “Gotta say, babe, you’re the hottest secretary I’ve ever seen.”
Kit pulled the short, full skirt of the dress down over her legs and bit her lip. Ridiculous to feel shy now, but she did. She wasn’t used to verbal compliments, after spending most of her life around bikers who considered an offer to do her against the wall the supreme compliment. “Um ... thanks.”
He gave her wink and thudded away down the stairs.
“You good?” Remi asked her as he pulled a clean tee over his head. It was white--no surprise. He grinned at her, almost shyly as he knotted his own hair at the back of his neck.
Kit smiled back at him, her cheeks warm, but an even deeper warmth inside her chest, because it was clear he really meant it. She nodded. “I’m good. You?”
“Me too.” He was so gorgeous she wanted to bundle him in her arms and hold on all day long.
They stared at each other for a moment, and then he lifted a hand toward the door. “I better go. There’s cereal and stuff for breakfast--with banana slices.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “I’ll eat some fruit, I promise.”
“Good. Later.” He turned toward the door, then looked down at his bare feet. “Shit. Forgot my boots.”
Kit bit her lip to hold back a giggle--she loved it that he was as flustered as she was.
She scooted off the bed to find another pair of panties. She had one pair left, wadded in the bottom of her duffel. She was either going to have to find somewhere to do laundry, hit Walmart or go commando. And that was fine in shorts or jeans, but under a skirt? Not so much.
She pulled the panties up, fluffed her skirts, and turned to find Remi watching her. “Kit—please stay inside unless Keys is with you, okay? You wanna go for a walk, I’ll take you for one later.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll stay in, I promise.”
He nodded, relief flashing over his face. “Good. And … that dress is pretty on you. Makes you look like a sunflower.”
Then he was gone, his bare feet padding quietly away down the stairs.
Kit smoothed her skirt, a wide smile spreading across her face. A sunflower? That was so sweet. There were sunflowers blooming on the mountainside now, balsam root. They were beautiful and wild.
She toed into her new canvas flats and turned toward the door, feeling a bit like a queen in her domain. With two kick-ass kings.
Okay, an imprisoned queen, but still. Maybe—just maybe, this could work.
Chapter Fourteen
Kit’s high lasted until her phone chimed with an incoming text message.
She lifted her phone, expecting to see a goodbye message from Remi, or maybe a smiling emoticon from Lindi.
Instead, she saw a man’s face, although it was mostly mouth, with his tongue hanging out as if to lick the viewer. Gross. Who the hell would find that an appropriate avatar? Someone who called himself SexyBeast--also gross.
But the following text told her exactly who he was. ‘Know where u r now bitch. Dont get 2 cozee.’
“Oh, shit,” she whispered. Bouncer, it had to be. He’d gotten her new phone number already. Probably from Deni.
Also, crappity-crap, his minions had obviously reported back to him her physical location. But instead of being put off by their battered appearance, he seemed as determined as ever to have her.
God, he was dense as the tires on his Fat Boy Harley.
Her fingers flew over the keys. ‘I don’t care if u know. I’m not interested. Find another woman who is.’
She hit send and then waited, although not long.
SexyBeast:’Dont play hard 2 get now, bich. U were al over me at that prty. Clammin u now.’
Kit snorted, her heart racing with anger and alarm. “Think you mean claiming, dumb ass.”
‘I fell in ur lap becus u tripped me,’ she texted. ‘And u r high if u think that meant anythng.’
Almost immediately, her phone chimed again.
SexyBeast: ‘1st thing I do is tech u 2 use that mouth how I lik. Hop ur fast lerner. Ur hom boys 2. Ther in my way, I tak them down 1st, then u bitch.’
‘Fuck U, asshole!!’ she texted back.
She growled under her breath. God, how could any guy be so stupid? Not to mention blind--Kit was certain she’d never done anything to make the biker think she was in any way attracted to him. He was so used to having the air-headed club whores hanging on him, he thought just because Kit didn’t have a man of her own, he could claim her.
Evidently it was going to take a sledgehammer to convince him she meant what she said. She needed to let Keys know about this new threat.
She rushed onto the landing, relief filling her as she saw the guys just inside the doorway of the shop.
She opened her mouth to call to them, only to close it again, her lips trembling.
Because Keys had Remi in a loose embrace, his hand cupping the back of Remi’s head. Keys head was tipped to the side and he was kissing Remi, a deep, hot kiss. Both their eyes were closed, and Remi was leaning into Keys, his hands braced on Keys’ waist like Keys was all that was holding him upright.
Realization sliced through her chest like a knife. That kiss was so much more than a casual goodbye, and more than just sex too. They were totally into each other ... which left her, where? A temporary addition to their pairing.
She’d been dumped into the middle of their relationship by bad luck, and they were making the best of having her here, that was all. Yeah, fun sexy-times, but then moving on, as sure as the sun rose and set.
She eased back into Keys’ office, and collapsed against the wall, her lower lip trembling, tears pressing painfully against the back of her eyes.
She wanted Keys too, so much. She wanted to shelter in his strong arms as Remi did, wanted to bask in the approval of those blue eyes, wanted to memorize all his expressions and learn what it took to make him hold her the way he did Remi, as if she was ... as necessary as oxygen.
But she would not come between him and Remi.
Remi deserved every good thing he wanted. She didn’t know much about his life so far, but she was pretty sure it had been shit. Keys would make sure that shit didn’t touch him anymore. And she could help too.
To do that, she had to figure out a way to take her crappy crisis away from here. Because sooner or later—no doubt sooner, because as his text proved he was not the patient type—Bouncer would come after her again. Next time he’d probably bring some of his Flyer brothers with him.
And they were Keys’ brothers too. She couldn’t put him in the position of having to choose between intense club loyalties and her.
Bouncer had said he’d take the two guys out to get to her, which meant he was already drunk or stoned this early in the day, or had partied all night. If he hopped a bike now, and headed over here, he might get stopped by law enforcement, but then again he might make it all the way here. And then there would be hell to pay, and Keys and Remi might be the ones paying.
What she needed to do was show Bouncer she wasn’t here anymore, but in a way that said she also wasn’t accessible where she was.
And to do that, she was going to need some help. She swiped her wet face and sniffed, then let out a breath. She’d cry later, when she was alone somewhere else.
Plopping down on the mattress, she picked up her pretty new phone again. She didn’t delete Bouncer’s text--she’d need his number later to lead him on a false scent. Instead, she made a new call.<
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“Hi, mom. It’s Kit.”
Deni sounded cautiously relieved to hear from Kit. But when Kit asked her to come and pick her up, Deni shocked her by asking, “What? I mean ... are you sure you wanna leave there, baby girl?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Kit snapped. “Geez, Mom, you came all the way over here to drag me back, now you don’t want me to leave?”
“Well, it’s just that, I thought you had a good deal going there, with Jack’s friend. And I’m sorry if Bouncer’s been pestering you with phone calls. I didn’t mean to give him your new phone number,” she added. “He took my phone right out of my purse and looked it up.”
“It’s okay, I know it’s not your fault, Mom. Uh, things here just aren’t gonna work out.”
“Oh. Okay then,” Deni said sadly. “If you’re sure.
“I’m sure, Mom.”
“Right. Well, maybe you can stay with Darlene for a while—her new boyfriend already took off on her, with one of her stylists and the cash in the shop till. Can you believe that? After she was so good to him. But anyways, I’ve gotta scare up a ride to come and get you. I’ll call you back when I find one, okay?”
“Okay, Mom.”
Kit ended the call, and then sat, her head in her hands, tears leaking down again. Everything had gone to crap, just like it always did. And, strangely, almost the worst part of this was knowing that Keys was going to be furious with her for leaving. The thought of his anger made her want to dash down the stairs and find him, tell him everything.
But she couldn’t. She had to protect him and Remi.
Meanwhile, she could do something good for him before she left, like parting gift. Rising, she went to his desk and began to sift through the stacks of envelopes and papers. When she had the mail and papers sorted, she started ripping envelopes open, and then opened his laptop and brought up his QuickBooks program.
His laptop was new and powerful, so she was in and working swiftly. She set up a few categories individual to his business and started entering figures.
Deni texted her. ‘Velvet will give us ride. B there in 2 hours or so.’
‘Okay,’ Kit texted back.
Kit’s stomach rumbled, but she ignored it, along with the headache pounding in her temples. If she focused hard enough on the task she’d set herself, she could—just barely—hold at bay the blackness of despair that lurked, waiting to swamp her in its dark folds.
