by Rhian Cahill
Ethan tore his mouth from hers. “Fuck, you’re addictive.” He scooped her up in his arms and headed into the bedroom.
“Put me down.” In opposition to her words, Kelly’s slid her arms around his neck, curled her fingers into his hair.
“Your wish is my command.” Ethan tossed her on the bed and followed her down. He caged her beneath him, plastered his body to the front of hers so he covered every inch of her. His cock nestled perfectly against her cunt and he rocked his hips, the urge to sink inside her slashing at his control. “Is this what you meant?”
Kelly giggled—a sound he’d never heard from her before but decided he’d like to hear again and again. “Not quite.”
“But it’ll do, right?” Ethan held his breath. After two years of knowing Kelly, he’d become pretty good at judging her moods, and if he was reading her right she’d been on the verge of running out the door.
Again.
Her eyes searched his before darting to the left. Ethan turned and found Finn stretched out on the bed facing them, his head propped on one hand. Confident Kelly wasn’t going anywhere at the moment, Ethan slid to the side, but he kept one leg over hers just in case.
“What’s going through that sharp mind of yours?” Finn asked.
Ethan recognised the creases winkling his friend’s brow as worry and was relieved to know he wasn’t alone in his concern. “Did we hurt you?” he asked. He was pretty sure they hadn’t, but right now he needed reassurance—needed to hear Kelly confirm it.
“What?” Her gaze zoomed back to his. “No. Why would you even think that?”
He glanced at Finn who gave a slight nod. “You’ve shut down on us. Something had to have caused that.”
Kelly’s eyelids lowered and she sank her top teeth into her bottom lip. She rolled the plump flesh in and out until it glowed bright red.
“Stop.” Ethan used his index finger to pull her lip free. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He didn’t add that her nibbling on the thing made him hornier, although she couldn’t miss the hard-on he had pressed into her hip.
“Talk to us, Kitty,” Finn urged.
“I…um…” Her gaze bounced between them. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”
Ethan grinned. “You’re not supposed to do anything. There’s no plan to these things.”
“Ethan’s right. All you have to do is what feels good.” Finn leaned over her, hovering his mouth above her left breast. “And right now this is what feels good to me.”
Ethan watched Finn take Kelly’s taut nipple between his teeth. Finn closed his lips around the peak and sucked hard. A good two inches of her supple boob disappeared into his friend’s mouth.
Not one to be left out of the fun, Ethan dipped his head and took her other breast into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the puckered skin. Dragging his teeth over the sensitive tip, he closed his eyes and suckled the sweetest tit he’d had the pleasure of tasting.
Kelly writhed under them. She smoothed her hand over his head, digging her fingers into his scalp when he increased his suction. Ethan opened his eyes to see she had her other hand gripping Finn’s head. The sight of a woman touching his best friend always turned him on, but seeing Kelly with Finn gave him a thrill on a completely different level.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take things slow. His cock pulsed with urgent need and he couldn’t stop the instinctual thrusting of his hips. Sucking harder, he pressed her nipple between the roof of his mouth and tongue and sucked in a pulsing rhythm that matched the flex of his hips.
She moaned and that small sound of pleasure was enough to rip away the ropes of restraint he’d lashed around his need.
Ethan let go of her tit and shoved at Finn’s shoulder. “Off.”
It was only through years of experience—years of shared erotic encounters—that Finn knew what he wanted. Moving aside, his friend raised an eyebrow and waited for Ethan to take the lead.
He wrapped his hands around Kelly’s waist and rolled to his back, taking her with him. Finn was quick to help move her into place, and in seconds they had her hot cunt suspended above Ethan’s straining cock.
All gentleness had left him. In its wake was pure animal desperation that ate at his insides like acid. He couldn’t wait another second. His hips came off the bed as he pulled Kelly down over him.
He drove his cock into her in one hard plunge that had them both gasping for breath. She cried out, digging her fingers into his chest.
Finn moved in behind her, and if Kelly’s gaspy moan wasn’t a clue, the fingers Ethan could feel rubbing against his cock through the thin membrane between her cunt and arse was.
It was time to double up.
Excitement and fear raced through her. Kitty knew what was about to happen—was sure she’d never be able to give them what they wanted—but she didn’t stop them. Couldn’t. The urge to run crawling through her belly was overshadowed by the bone-deep need to feel them both inside her—together. It was what she’d wanted. To experience the full impact of these two men in more than her fantasies.
Finn splayed a hand on her spine between her shoulder blades and pushed her down. Ethan opened his arms and pulled her close. Her breasts were squashed against his chest and she tucked her face into the side of his neck. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything except concentrate on not tightening up—on letting them have their way.
Ethan set a rhythm, rocking his hips, moving his length in and out of her pussy no more than an inch either way. It was enough to drive her crazy. Add in Finn’s cool, wet fingers probing the sensitive puckered skin of her anus and it wouldn’t surprise her if she went completely out of her mind before Finn thrust his cock inside her.
“Please,” she begged. She wanted to feel them filling her—needed to have them both inside her. “Finn. Ethan.”
“Easy, Kelly, Finn needs to get you ready.”
“No.” Kitty rolled her pelvis, rode Ethan’s cock and Finn’s hand in desperate need. “Now.”
She gripped Ethan’s biceps. Dug her nails into the hard muscles and tried to drag him closer. Kitty wasn’t sure if it was her words or her actions that spurred them on, but suddenly Ethan was moving beneath her and Finn was pressing in behind her.
Surrounded. She held her breath. Waited for that moment when they’d claim her together.
Ethan pulled almost all the way out and a groan tore from her chest only to be replaced with a moan when Finn thrust his cock inside her. He filled her up. Bigger than Ethan, he stretched her to the point of pain, but like the spanking he’d given her earlier, the sharpness quickly morphed into an ache that made her crave more.
Finn pulled out and Kitty tried to follow, but Ethan drove his cock back into her. She gasped for breath when he withdrew before she could enjoy the feel of him inside. And then Finn was filling her arse again. Withdrawing. Ethan thrust in. Pulled out. Finn. Ethan.
In, out.
In, out.
Then the pace changed.
Ethan plunged into her as Finn pulled out.
Finn driving in while Ethan retreated.
In and out.
Out and in.
Caught between their pistoning hips, Kitty could only hold on. They pounded into her, their cocks moving against each other as they sought release. Pushed her towards hers.
Kitty thought she’d never get there.
She was poised on the edge, ready to fly off, except something held her back. Rocking her hips, she drove herself on and off their cocks as she tried to reach the orgasm brushing against her—teasing her with its nearness.
Ethan grabbed her hips. “Now.”
There was no time to ask now what or work out what he meant.
They surged into her as one and Kitty’s world imploded.
The orgasm just out of reach slammed into her.
She thrashed and bucked between them. Her body rode the waves of pleasure bursting through her. Muscles seize
d. Every part of her froze for a split second before a second orgasm crashed over her.
Kitty lost track of time and space. Pleasure so great she ached from head to toe filled her. She vaguely heard their grunts and groans. Vaguely registered they continued to pound into her. Her mind floated in a thick numbing fog and her body melted, muscle and bone going softer than wet noodles.
Ethan dug his hands into her hips. Her name flung from his chest on a harsh breath as he drove his length as deep as he could and held there. A second later, Finn growled her name in her ear, his cock buried so far inside her Kitty could feel his balls pressing into the tender skin between her two openings. He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged in her ear, a hot wash of air bathing the side of her neck.
She struggled to breathe, struggled to think beyond the numbness. But it was no use. They’d drained her of everything. And if she hadn’t known it before, she knew it now.
They’d taken her heart as well.
Finn lay in the dark, staring at a ceiling he couldn’t see. There was no filtered moonlight through windows. No glow of an alarm clock. They’d designed the room to be dark—day or night—because in the dark it was easier to keep their sexual encounters anonymous. If they could barely see the woman they were fucking then they couldn’t see the emotions the carnal acts they liked to participate in produced.
No strings sex.
It was the way he liked it.
Until now.
Now he wanted to rip off the blackout shutters, turn on the overhead light and drag every lamp in the house into the room and plug them in so he could see all there was to see written on Kitty’s face—in her eyes. He wanted—needed—to know she’d fallen as far as him.
After they’d taken her together, Finn had seen the naked truth staring at him from his best friend’s eyes. They’d fallen in love with Kelly Owens and she didn’t have a clue. She’d seen them take and discard women, and Finn had the horrible suspicion she thought they’d treat her the same. And he couldn’t blame her. Their previous actions told one hell of a story. One he couldn’t refute.
He scrubbed a hand down his face. If they couldn’t convince her she was different—not one of the many to come and go—she’d be walking away with more than his heart. She’d be taking his future.
He’d never thought in too much detail when he contemplated where he wanted to end up in life. Other than building the business with Ethan, the future had been a vague idea in the back of his mind. It took getting Kitty into their bed for it to solidify into a clear picture.
The three of them living together.
Having a family together.
Growing old together.
Those were the things he wanted.
And Finn wanted to start down that path now, only he feared Kitty would laugh in his face if he told her any of what he was thinking—feeling. Her soft breathing filled his ear and he smiled. He’d give anything to hear that sound every night. Give anything to fall asleep beside her at the end of every day—to open his eyes each morning and find her there.
“I can hear the wheels turning from here,” Ethan whispered from the other side of Kitty.
“Thought you were asleep too.”
“Nope. Kelly’s the only one getting any shuteye.”
Finn grinned. “Guess we wore her out.”
“Guess she’s not stressing about what happens now,” Ethan said.
The words wiped the smile from Finn’s face. He couldn’t lie still any longer. Being careful not to disturb Kitty, he rolled out of bed. “I need a drink.”
He made his way to the living room where they kept a well-stocked bar. Scotch was his drink of choice, and he poured himself half a tumbler from his best bottle.
“I’ll have one too,” Ethan appeared beside him.
Finn eyed his friend carefully. Scotch wasn’t Ethan’s usual drink, so Finn held up the bottle to be sure. At Ethan’s nod, Finn grabbed another glass and splashed in some the twenty-one-year-old amber liquid he favoured. “Any reason you’re drinking my alcohol?” Finn asked.
“Misery loves company.” Ethan took the glass from Finn and held it up. “To getting what we want.”
Finn swirled his drink but didn’t take a sip. “And what do we want?”
Ethan laughed. “Don’t try to hold your cards close to your chest. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”
One corner of Finn’s mouth kicked up. “Okay. So where do we go from here?”
“Straight to hell if we can’t convince Kelly we want more than tonight.”
“Jesus.” Finn turned and paced across the room. “I don’t think I can live with that.”
“You think I can?”
He faced Ethan. “No. But I don’t know how to fix this.”
“Fix what? All Kelly knows is that we want her in our bed. She’ll expect it to be over now we’ve had her. We have to show her we want more.”
And they were back to his original question. “More what?”
“Everything.”
Finn nodded. “Agreed. The question is how we get it.”
“Same way we got to this point.” Ethan tossed back the last of his drink and reached for the bottle. “We keep at her until she agrees.”
“You want to tell her how we feel? What we want?” Finn strode over and snatched the bottle from Ethan’s hand before he could pour another drink. “You don’t think that will freak her out?”
Ethan shrugged. “I’m not suggesting we lay it all out there. Not yet anyway.”
“Then what are you suggesting?” Finn couldn’t erase the image of Kitty running out the front door from his mind. It was stuck on replay, torturing him over and over every time he thought about telling her how he felt—what he wanted.
“We just keep at it until we convince her we want more than sex.”
“Yeah but how?”
Ethan didn’t have a clue what to say. He was winging it. They both were. There’d never been a woman in their lives they’d wanted to keep around for longer than a few nights of sex. And certainly not one so deeply ingrained in their lives as Kelly was. If he thought about it too much, he’d realise just how much they stood to lose if this thing between the three of them went south.
It terrified him to say the words out loud, but he had no choice. “I don’t know how.”
“Fuck.” Finn thumped his glass on the bar top.
“I think we should just take it day by day. She’s here now. In the morning, we’ll distract her so the last thing on her mind is leaving, and even if she does want to, I’ll suggest we have breakfast. Or lunch, depending on the time. Anything to keep her with us.” Ethan knew his suggestions sounded desperate, but the truth was they were.
“Jesus. “ Finn filled his glass with scotch.
“Do you think that’s wise?” Ethan asked. The last thing he needed was a drunk Finn to worry about on top of everything else.
Finn capped the bottle and put it back behind the bar. “No. But I’m doing it anyway.”
Ethan watched as his friend gulped every last drop. If Finn was guzzling top-shelf scotch like water, things were definitely bad.
“I’m going to crawl back into bed with Kitty.” Finn placed his glass on the bar gently this time. “If tonight is all we get I’m not wasting another second of it.”
Ethan nodded. “I’ll be there in a second.”
He needed a few minutes to think, and he thought best when on the move. Pacing the living room wasn’t exactly a run, but he couldn’t be bothered putting on clothes even if he didn’t have to leave the house to get what he needed. The gym down the hall was equipped with the best machines money could buy. All he had to do was slip on some shorts and hop on the treadmill.
Too agitated to do either, Ethan made use of the seven metre length of the living room. Back and forth time and again, he moved his body but it didn’t move his brain. All he could think was that they were going to fuck things up with Kelly. He knew he should be worried about the possi
bility of losing a brilliant office manager, and he would as soon as he got past the fact he could lose the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Chapter Six
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
She hadn’t thought anything through. Hadn’t thought beyond getting to the party and being the woman Ethan and Finn wanted to take home. Her sister had dropped her off with a good luck and a wave so she had no car, no keys, no wallet…
Shit!
She’d even left her phone at home. Her outfit hadn’t offered any place to store it.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
What the hell was she supposed to do now?
Kitty scanned the street. It was a typical up-scale housing community—large houses, expensive cars in the driveways and well-manicured gardens that spoke of paid gardeners and not your average suburban yards strewn with kids’ toys. In fact, there wasn’t a swing set or bike or skateboard to be seen.
Nothing like the neighbourhood she’d grown up in—still lived in. Sure, her parents had divided the house so that her and Jillian had a separate entry and living quarters, but essentially Kitty lived with her parents.
So much for being a sophisticated sex goddess.
Ethan and Finn would probably laugh their arses off if they knew the woman they’d taken to bed still slept in the single bed she’d had when she was a teenager.
She scanned the street in both directions once more before heading to the right. Kitty had no idea which way would lead to a main road and the possibility of a taxi, but standing at the end of her bosses’ driveway looking lost wasn’t an option. Not if she wanted to make her escape undetected.
Her sister’s shoes dangled from her fingers and she was minus the corset she’d worn last night—God knows where that had ended up, but she couldn’t afford the time to look.
Getting out before they woke was priority number one.
Her skirt and top felt skimpier in the bright light of day, but there was a small part of her that was impressed with her walk of shame. The rest of her, the timid little girl who’d never once gone after what she wanted like she had last night was mortified to be wandering around a strange neighbourhood without any way of getting home.
