by Rhian Cahill
His hand—his fingers—were millimetres from caressing her when she smoothed her hands over her hips and covered up temptation. He couldn’t recall leaning over and stretching his arm out towards her, but there he was, partially lying along the bench seat, hand out ready to grab the thing he wanted more than he wanted to breathe.
“You okay, Finn?”
Kitty’s voice dragged his gaze up the length of her back where the top she wore revealed more silky skin than it covered. She was looking over her shoulder at him, her brow furrowed as she peered back into the ute.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Just need to grab…” Fuck. He had no idea how to finish that sentence. He couldn’t exactly say your arse.
He sat up and popped his door open. Getting out, he avoided eye contact and headed inside. “I’ll get drinks,” he called out as he rushed through the house as though he had a hope in hell of out running the lust beating on his bones.
His abrupt exit bordered on rude—no, it was rude—but if he didn’t put some distance between him and Kitty, he’d drag her to the garage floor and fuck her on the hard concrete.
Finn figured Ethan would cover for him even if his friend had no clue why he needed to. He busied himself grabbing glasses and a bottle of Coke and listened to Kitty and Ethan settle in the living room. Confident he’d regained control of his raging libido, he tucked the bottle under his arm and picked up the glasses. Ready as he’d ever be, he went and joined the others.
The first thing he saw was Kitty biting into a slice of pizza. She’d perched on the edge of the couch and leaned over the open box Ethan had placed on the coffee table. Her top barely contained her breasts and Finn waited in breath-stealing anticipation for one of her boobs to fall out.
Or both.
Ethan cleared his throat, snapping Finn out of his lust stupor. Thanks to his best friend, Finn managed to get it together and put the glasses and drink on the table before Kitty noticed he was ogling her. Then again, she was asking to be stared at in that get-up, wasn’t she?
“God,” she moaned around a mouthful of pizza, and Finn’s balls vibrated as her sultry voice rolled through him. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Finn wasn’t sure if it was the little whimpers of delight or the way she licked her lips after each bite that had him clinging to the edge of civilised by a thin thread once again. His need for this woman was like a feral animal living inside him—breathing hard and trying to get out. He lowered himself to the floor on the opposite side of the table to hide the boner of all boners tenting his pants. Pain lanced through his groin and he ground his back teeth to keep the groan rising in his throat from escaping.
“Jimmy makes the best,” Ethan said before shoving the rest of his slice into his mouth.
“I have to agree.” Kitty’s smile turned to a frown when she looked at Finn. “I thought you were hungry?”
“I am.” Finn grabbed the closest slice. “I was just thinking how great you look sitting in our house.” He grinned before taking a huge bite.
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed with colour and she lowered her gaze as the word floated passed her lips.
Finn swallowed his mouthful and tried to ignore the jolt of need arrowing through him at the sight of Kitty all pink and glowing. “When we’re done, we’ll give you the grand tour.”
“The view out back is amazing. You should see that first. Before it gets too dark to see anything,” Ethan added.
“O-okay.” Kitty picked up another slice with a shaky hand and avoided meeting either of their gazes.
“Shit. I suck as a host.” Finn grabbed the bottle of drink and quickly filled their glasses.
“Thanks.” Kitty kept her eyes down and Finn wondered if he’d blown it with his comment about her being here. Especially when he hadn’t been able to keep his arousal—his hunger—for her out of his voice. It had practically dripped off each word.
Silence fell over the room and he couldn’t decide if the quiet was awkward or not. There was a shimmer of sexual static coming off him and Ethan, but he wasn’t sure if Kitty’s sudden fidgeting, flushed state was due to reciprocated desire or a need to flee.
She put down her half eaten slice. “Um, can I use the bathroom?”
“Of course.” Finn tipped his head towards the door—not that she could see the move as she still hadn’t looked at either him or Ethan. “Down the hall, turn right just before the kitchen. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.” She jumped to her feet, used both hands to tug her skirt down and rushed out of the room, teetering on her sexy heels.
Finn stared after her and hoped this small blip in their evening disappeared by the time she came back.
Ethan punched Finn’s arm. “What the fuck, Finn?”
“Hey.” His friend rubbed the spot he’d connected with. “What was that for?”
“You’re screwing this up, man.”
“What? Me? How?”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Really? ‘I was just thinking how great you look sitting in our house’.” He mimicked Finn’s words and tone. Not hard when Ethan was just as close to the edge as his friend appeared to be.
Finn’s gaze left his. “It was just an observation.”
“Yeah, but she’s skittish. We don’t want to fuck this up.” God if they fucked it up… Ethan shuddered. He didn’t dare go there.
“It was an innocent comment.” Finn shrugged. “It is good seeing her here. I’ve imagined it so many times I’ve lost count.”
Ethan sighed. “Yeah, I know.” He dragged his hands through his hair. “But we agreed not to push her. Tonight is about getting her comfortable with us outside of the office,” he reminded Finn.
“How is what I said not that?”
“It’s a fine line between comforting and overwhelming,” Ethan murmured.
Finn let out a gusty breath and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Look. I can’t moderate every word out of my mouth, and as much as I want to ease Kitty into this, the truth is I’m ready to jump her right now. I was ready the second I laid eyes on her. She’s got me so worked up I can’t think or see straight.”
Ethan was in the same boat, but Kelly would probably run out the front door if they showed the extreme desire they felt for her. And it was extreme. He’d not wanted a woman with this raw-edge bone-deep longing before. It didn’t help that he’d gone without sex for so long. He’d never left his libido unappeased. Didn’t have to. There were plenty of women ready to warm his and Finn’s bed.
Shame he couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them, never mind touch them.
“I’m with you,” Ethan said. “But I’m not blowing this. The only thing I want blown is my dick and yours.”
A gasp from the doorway had them both turning. But Ethan didn’t need to see to know who stood there. Kelly. She’d heard him.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath as he got to his feet. “It’s not what you think.”
One of her dark eyebrows arched high. “It’s not?” Her voice trembled.
Was that disappointment rattling her words? “No. Well, yes. Kind of.” Fuck. Way to screw up further.
“So you’re not talking about me—” she fluttered her hand in front of her, “—um…”
Ethan loved the colour rising in her cheeks, the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. It was the haze of defeat that seemed to envelope her that had him stepping forward. “Kelly.”
She took a deep breath, her breasts, barely covered, rising up and thrusting out as she filled her chest with air. Her spine straightened and she tipped up her chin. Ethan recognised that look. It was the stubborn I-will-get-my-way look she used at work.
“Kitty.” Finn moved next to him. “We—”
“You don’t want to have sex with me?” she asked in a strong dare-you-to-lie-to-me tone.
Ethan choked on his own breath. Finn didn’t fare much better if his open trapdoor mouth was an indication.
She held her ground. Alt
hough Ethan could see her trembling, she brazened it out. She rolled her lips inwards and then out, and slipped her tongue free to stroke that full bottom curve he’d dream of sucking on. The move jolted him out of his shock and straight into lustville like he’d been zapped by a taser.
“Can I be honest with you, Kelly?” He wasn’t sure if he was taking the right track here, but now that the elephant in the room had been acknowledged, Ethan figured the best thing to do was face it—deal with it.
Kelly nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”
Ethan breathed easier. “I’d do you in a heartbeat.”
“Ditto,” Finn said beside him.
It didn’t get simpler than that.
“So tonight is…?” She darted her gaze between him and Finn.
Shit. How did he explain without freaking her out? “About making you comfortable.”
“Comfortable? I don’t understand.”
“What Ethan is trying to say is that we just wanted to spend time with you outside of work. Get to know each other. No pressure,” Finn explained their plan a little clearer.
Her brow wrinkled. “But we already know each other.”
“Not like we want to,” Ethan muttered.
“Explain.”
Damn. He’d forgotten how good her hearing was. He also forgot how direct she could be when she chose. She was such a contradiction. One minute innocent—shy—the next she was a ballbuster. She’d gone after more than one bid at work with bulldog tenacity.
Would she go after pleasure with that level of determination or would she lie back and let a man have his way?
At this point, Ethan didn’t care which as long as he got to find out.
Kitty swallowed back the lump threatening to cut off her air. She couldn’t believe she’d come right out and asked if they wanted to have sex with her. But she’d stared at herself in the bathroom mirror and known without doubt she would regret letting this opportunity pass. The fear echoing every heartbeat was a natural thing. What woman wouldn’t be nervous about having sex with a guy for the first time?
The fact Kitty was contemplating two men…well, that just upped the ante, didn’t it? So her anxiety was acceptable—expected.
When she’d overheard Finn and Ethan talking, she’d wavered. For a few seconds, she’d let past disinterest and rejection get her in a grip and squeeze. But then she’d remembered the looks, the innuendo, recalled their heat pressing against her, and she’d used those to boost her confidence.
She might be trembling from head to toe, but she held her head high. Held the panic at bay with the determination she usually reserved for work. Why she hadn’t thought to channel her work persona before was anyone’s guess, but now that she had she wouldn’t be going home tonight without getting what she wanted.
And what she wanted was them.
Together.
The silence hummed. Kitty didn’t know why neither of them seemed in a hurry to answer her. She’d have to prod them along. “Well? How do you want to get to know me?”
They shared a look. One that spoke sentences without either of them uttering a word.
Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and drummed her fingers against her side. She’d give them another minute—
“We want to know the private Kitty,” Finn said.
“The work Kitty we know. We want to know Kelly. This—” Ethan waved his hand indicating the three of them, “—has nothing to do with work.”
“Okay.” She thought about that. “So you want to know what I like, what I do when I’m not running the office, who my friends are, that kind of thing?”
“Yes,” they said.
“Why?” she asked.
“Um…” Finn murmured.
“Why?” Ethan repeated her question, one eyebrow disappearing beneath his shaggy fringe.
Kitty stared at them, eyeing them both in turn. “Yes. Why do you need to know any of those things?” This was about sex not building a relationship. Wasn’t it?
“Because we’re interested?” Ethan’s confusion was written all over his face and Kitty had to hold back a smile.
“Let me get this straight. You want to spend the evening with me so that we can get to know each other away from work.” At their dual nods, Kitty continued. “But what does that have to do with us having sex?”
Finn’s jaw dropped and Ethan made a strangling sound in the back of his throat. This time Kitty didn’t hold back her grin. For once, the shoe was on the other foot. Instead of her being flustered and floundering for words, they were. She loved that she’d done that to them.
Ethan was the first to regain his composure. “Kelly. We don’t want to rush—”
“Rush? I think it’s safe to say this has been building for two years. There’s nothing rushed about that.” Damn. Where had this brave woman come from? “Let’s lay all our cards on the table. I want you both. Have for a long time.”
She raised her chin a notch when she’d finished. God, it felt good to take control of her desire.
“We haven’t kept it a secret from you that we like to share the women we take to bed,” Finn said.
She shook her head. “No, you haven’t.”
“And you understand that’s what we want with you?” Ethan asked. “To double team you?”
Kitty wasn’t sure if he was being a little crude to scare her or not. He’d be shocked to know the idea of having sex with both of them—at the same time—caused her pussy to clench and weep. “Yes. I understand that’s what you want.”
“And you’re up for that?” Finn asked. “To let us fuck you together?”
She nodded. Finn’s raw language robbed her of words.
Ethan stepped closer and Kitty could feel the heat radiating off him. “You know that means one of us will fuck your cunt while the other takes your tight arse.”
Oh God. She was melting now. Her insides were liquefying in the wake of their explicitness—in the animalistic nature of their lust and their refusal to hide it. Swallowing hard, she continued to nod.
“Have you taken it in the arse before?” Ethan murmured as he moved around her, pressed his chest to her back and ground his erection into her backside.
The nodding turned to shaking.
Ethan thrust against her as Finn moved up and plastered his chest to hers. “I’m going to fuck your sweet virgin arse while you suck Finn’s cock dry,” Ethan whispered in her ear before nipping her lobe.
The sharp sting drew a gasp from her throat and sent showers of electric sparks all over her skin. Like a sparkler, she lit up. Her legs trembled and she reached for support, her hands landing on Finn’s hot, hard chest, parting their bodies slightly. “I…”
“Tell us we can fuck you, Kitty,” Finn demanded in a voice that had dropped low and raspy.
“We need to hear you say it.” Ethan slid his hands up her ribs, brushing his fingers over her exposed skin, delivering another burst of sensory pleasure.
Her nipples hardened—throbbed—and she knew Finn could see them poking against the material of her top. As if he’d read her mind, he brought his hands up and stroked his thumbs over the taut peaks.
She would have been embarrassed by the whimper that left her throat if she wasn’t so deep in the pleasure their simple caresses gave her. God, if she was this far gone and they all still had their clothes on…
“I…” Kitty had to lick her dry lips. “I want…”
“What do you want?” Finn asked, adding a little more pressure to the stroke of his thumbs.
“Tell us. Whatever you want we’ll give you,” Ethan spoke against her bare shoulder as he dragged his lips across her skin.
This was it.
Her chance to have what she’d dreamed about for far too long.
“I want you to f-fuck me.”
Chapter Three
Finn stood rooted to the spot. Desperate to believe his ears weren’t playing a trick on him, he nudged Kitty’s head back with a knuckle under her chin until her gaze met h
is. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me.”
The words were strong this time. No stammer to be found. And the flash of fire in her eyes almost took him to his knees. He grinned. “Our pleasure.”
“Let’s move this party somewhere more comfortable,” Ethan said.
Finn grabbed Kitty’s waist and lifted her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
Her smooth thighs clamped around him and Finn had to take a moment to absorb the thrill of having her in his arms. He wanted to take the two steps between them and the wall and press her against it so he could free his hands to slide them all over her. But he wanted more than that, and if he started here in the hallway, he’d never get her spread out on a bed.
Ethan was already gone. His friend was eager to get things moving, and Finn couldn’t blame him. Every nerve he had vibrated with anticipation of what was to come. Who was going to come. He grinned at the stupid joke and took the first step towards the bedroom.
They’d set up the master suite as their play room. They weren’t into any hard-core kink—a king bed and a cupboard with a few select sex toys suited them fine. Add in the decadent bathroom made for erotic pleasures and they were happy. He couldn’t wait to get Kitty all wet and slippery. And that included out of the bathroom as well as in.
“Why are you grinning like that?” she asked as they cleared the doorway.
Finn’s gaze connected with hers. “I’m thinking about all the wicked things we’re about to do to you.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep pink and she parted her lips slightly as she sucked in a breath. He couldn’t resist leaning over and planting his mouth on hers. At the first touch, his body sighed in relief. He’d waited so long to taste her. Thrusting his tongue against her lips, Finn forced her mouth open farther and plundered. Greedy for every little bit of her, he ate at her mouth and imagined treating her pussy the same way.
He reared back, separating their lips with a wet slurp that vibrated over every one of his nerves. “Clothes off,” he growled.
