by Mia Ashlinn
As soon as she realized her slip, she opened her eyes with a gasp. Touching her lips, she felt her face grimace. Oops. She prayed that neither of them caught her faux pas, but she didn’t hold out much hope. When Shane growled, “Kane?” she knew she’d lost.
On the other hand, Landon seemed focused on something else. “You wanted us to want you? Have you lost your mind? I’ve always wanted you. Kane is just a bonus.” His eyes widened slowly, going so round that she wondered how large his baby blues could get. “You said Kane. How do you know that? You are not far enough along to know that,” he rambled.
Katie-Anne gnawed on her lower lip as she deliberated how to answer. Brooklyn hadn’t wanted her to say something, but surely that didn’t include her men. So, after thinking for just a fraction of a second, she told them, “Brooklyn told me that I would have a boy named Kane, but you two cannot say anything. She doesn’t want anyone to know.”
“Shit,” Shane cursed, but in a way that said he was thrilled with the news, not unhappy. “We’re having a boy.”
Landon threw his head back and laughed joyously. “We’re having a boy!”
The two men surprised her as they got to their feet then threw their arms around each other in a crushing hug. They smacked each other’s backs heartily, murmuring congratulations and arrogant remarks. Katie-Anne couldn’t help but be a bit miffed at them. She was the pregnant one, and they were congratulating each other like it was all on them. Men!
As they turned toward her, she realized she might have been a bit too hasty with her irritation that they’d ignored her. Actually, she probably should have been grateful because the men prowling toward her had a dangerous air that screamed, Run!
She didn’t.
Chapter 23
With Shane at his side, Landon moved stealthily back toward the sofa where Katie-Anne sat as pretty as a picture. The floor lamp behind her shone light down on her, casting a gleam onto her midnight and orange hair yet creating a shadow effect that made it difficult to see her entire expression.
Like the kitten she was, Katie-Anne looked up at them, giving them a better view of her bewitching eyes and elfin face. She licked her full, sensual lips. “Are you ready to congratulate me?”
In two steps, they reached Katie-Anne. Looming over her menacingly, Landon and Shane scowled at her. Suddenly, she appeared nervous, her eyes shifting back and forth between them erratically.
Landon stopped himself from snorting. After everything she’d just admitted, he didn’t feel like congratulating her. He felt like tanning her cute hide, not that he could go as extreme on her as he wanted to with her pregnant. And, if he knew Shane at all, his partner would feel the same way.
Neither of them were going to be playing Mr. Nice Guy with her. Not considering that she’d just confessed to leaving them, knowing she was pregnant with their baby. And, definitely not considering her revelation that she’d considered leaving them a second time, still withholding her pregnancy from them.
“No,” Shane growled. “We will congratulate you later—after we’ve spanked your ass.”
As always, we are on the same wavelength, Shane. But Katie-Anne was not. Her eyes widened at Shane’s declaration, and she squeaked, “What?”
“You made a huge error in judgment, believing that we would have let you walk away,” Landon answered for Shane. “You know better. You told me so.” Standing as tall as his body would allow, he fisted his hands at his sides so he didn’t grab her and bend her over on the spot. “With or without Kane, there was no way in hell that you were going anywhere. Now, it is a given that you will stay here. If you don’t, we will follow you to the ends of the Earth. You are our woman, and Kane is our son. There is no more running.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” she whispered, smiling hopefully at them, as though that would get her out of dangerous territory. “Love doesn’t run away.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Landon agreed.
Bending down, Shane picked her up underneath her armpits and put her over his shoulder with care. “But that won’t save you, little one,” he warned her then headed for the bed.
Unsurprisingly, Katie-Anne fought Shane. However, she used her words rather than her sexy body. “Son of a bitch, Shane. You put me down this very minute. I didn’t leave you without telling you, so this is insane. You cannot punish me for something that I did not even do.”
“Want to bet,” Shane responded with a firm swat to her luscious bottom. “I can do whatever I want to your body. It’s mine and Landon’s.”
Landon followed behind Shane, letting him lead the way. They swiftly made their way across the room and to the bed. “Don’t worry, kitten. This is what you wanted, and you are going to love every second of it.”
“You are as bad as he is,” Katie-Anne fussed without lifting her head from its upside down position, dangling in front of Shane’s ass. Not that Landon blamed her. Shane had a tight ass that many men would kill for. If he was in her position, he would be gawking, too.
Fuck. His mind wandered into a fantasy fucking land, and his eyes followed right behind it to the cause of his distraction. Staring past Katie-Anne’s head and short veil of bold two-toned hair, he ogled Shane’s fine ass as it flexed with one step then relaxed with the other. Flex, relax. Flex, relax.
Landon’s cock shot up in his pants, the only thing keeping the fucking thing imprisoned was the fabric he now cursed in his mind. The too-tight jeans felt like a clamp, confining his shaft and tormenting it.
Taking his eyes off Shane’s hot ass, Landon attempted to remember what Katie-Anne had last said, instead of thinking about licking his partner’s tight hole like he wanted to. When the light bulb went off in his head, and he recalled her words, he replied, “Thanks. I consider that a compliment.”
Shane chuckled. “Thank you, Landon.”
“It was not a compliment,” she said testily.
Landon shrugged, despite the knowledge that she couldn’t see him. “It doesn’t matter if you consider it one or not. I do.”
“Bite my ass,” Katie-Anne snarled as her head came up, and she gave Landon the evil eye. The awkwardness of her position almost made Landon feel sorry for her. Her turquoise eyes stopped his pity in its tracks, and he found himself anticipating what was to come.
With the fiery look she gave him, Landon had a feeling that she would eat him alive—and not in a good way—if he got anywhere near her right now. Instead of feeling trepidation, he felt euphoria, and he was ready to tell Shane to put her down. Only his wariness of pushing Shane too far called a halt to his demands. His partner seemed to be treading a fine line, and Landon knew better than to push his luck.
“We will bite your ass,” Landon retorted. “And lick it. And kiss it. And fuck it. We’ll fuck it a lot.”
Katie-Anne shivered with a soft whimper.
Shane ignored him and Katie-Anne. Reaching the bed, he deposited her on the edge of the mattress. His movements were harsh, jerky almost. But there was a protective aspect to the way he caged her in, the way he held her close enough to catch her if she fell.
As Landon marched around the side of the bed, he saw the fury mixed with the worry in the tense lines of Shane’s face. Uh-oh. She is in for one hell of a ride.
Apparently, Katie-Anne had similar thoughts. Her eyes darted nervously toward Landon, but he pretended to not see her. “What should we do with her?” he asked Shane, keeping his gaze averted.
“Yeah,” Katie-Anne said breathily. The sensual sound caught his attention and drew his eyes back to her against his will. With a nervous lick of her lips, she had him—and his attention—by the balls. “What are you going to do to me?”
Shane glared at Katie-Anne, but spoke to Landon. “She ruled out the crop, cane, paddle, and whip, but she said nothing about my hand or yours.”
“No,” Landon agreed, a smile splitting his face. He was sure that he looked scarily sinister, not that he gave a fuck. “She didn’t.”
Katie-Anne cursed u
nder her breath, but he missed most of it, barely managing to catch the last two words. “Cocksucking assmonkeys.”
Shane, apparently, had heard more than he had. Considering his partner’s face turned so red that it looked purple, Landon knew that she’d pushed him over the edge.
Mentally, Landon rejoiced as his excitement built for what was to come. Let the games begin.
* * * *
No. No. And hell no.
When he heard Katie-Anne muttering, “This is utter bullshit. Stupid cocksucking ass monkeys,” something inside of Shane snapped. He felt it as surely as he did the overwhelming emotions zinging through his body.
Below him, on the king-sized bed, Katie-Anne wiggled, her softly uttered curses getting louder by the second. “Wack jobs. Fuck nuggets. Douche nozzles…” Katie-Anne trailed off, her face pinching as though she were deep in thought.
As she opened her mouth to resume her ranting, Shane cut her off with a punishing kiss. Their lips collided stormily. Shane thrust his tongue past the seam of her soft lips, breaching and raiding her mouth in one, rough movement.
Katie-Anne moaned, her stubborn struggle fading fast. She reached for him but, using lightning fast reflexes, he pinned her arms to each side of her body. Linking their fingers together, he held her down.
Katie-Anne arched into him, her sweet body deliciously close to his. The sensation of her soft breasts pressed into the hard wall of his chest, the feel of her erect nipples poking through her shirt and his was hot as hell. Her pussy cupping his dick was too much for him to withstand.
Ripping his mouth from hers, Shane ground his painful arousal against her. He wished he’d removed her skirt and his pants before trapping her to the bed. He wanted to feel her sweltering pussy, to feel her juices running all over his dick. “I’m furious with you, Katie-Anne Jacobs.”
She gasped, but he couldn’t tell what had triggered it. The lust he saw in her fascinating eyes and the surprised O on her lush lips made it impossible for him to distinguish the cause. If only he knew, he’d do it again so he could hear that sexy sound pouring from her lips again.
“You can’t leave me,” Shane murmured. He hated the emotional catch he heard in his tone, but he couldn’t hide it. “You can’t leave Landon.”
“It would kill us this time,” Landon stated, saying exactly what Shane had been thinking, as he climbed onto the bed. Sidling up to them, Landon touched Shane on the shoulder with one hand and Katie-Anne on the cheek with the other. “We need you, kitten. For us, it takes three to fly.”
Smiling seductively, Katie-Anne replied, “Well, then, let’s fly.”
“Sounds good to me.” Shane turned his head to Landon and asked, “What about you?”
Landon didn’t answer him. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Shane with a passion that heated him to his core. His cock felt explosive, the burning inside his shaft sudden, rapid, and all-consuming.
With a groan, Landon broke contact. “Does this answer your question?” He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt then the next and the one after that, revealing one delicious inch after another of his strong chest, until he reached the bottom. He pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his painted-on jeans, and he dropped the shirt behind him.
Shane saw the peppering of hair that led down the lower part of Landon’s abdomen and disappeared into his pants. His partner’s happy trail was downright X-rated with where it took Shane’s mind.
Breaking out in a sweat, Shane forced himself to breathe then refocused on the woman beneath him, the woman who was about to meet his dominant side.
Her passion-glazed eyes were locked onto the same place Shane’s had been a moment ago—Landon’s perfectly sculpted abs. She nibbled on her bottom lip, the action sending him spiraling into fantasy fucking land again.
“God yes,” Katie-Anne replied, still unable to move because of Shane’s inflexible grip on her hands. She writhed below him, obviously seeking attention from him, but he didn’t listen.
“No,” Shane clipped out. “I owe you a spanking.”
She sighed, “No,” then she sighed again, “yes.”
Smirking, Landon asked, “Well, which is it? No? Or yes?”
“Does it matter?” she retorted saucily with a smug half smile. “You are going to do it one way or the other. It is in my best interest to keep my mouth firmly shut.”
Landon snorted. “We’ll see about that, kitten.”
Releasing her hands, Shane rolled off her body then sat up. He spun around and picked her up quickly, not giving her a chance to run. She squealed as he pulled her across the duvet with him to the side of the bed and placed her over his knees. Yanking her skirt up, he revealed her brightly-colored, polka dot thong to their eyes.
Shane slid his finger underneath the fabric of her panties, running it along the material splitting her cheeks, to her moist pussy then back up again. “What do you think you deserve, Katie-Anne? A hard one or a soft one?”
Katie-Anne moaned without answering.
Landon heaved himself off the bed then removed his jeans before dropping heavily to his knees. By the time he knelt in front of Shane and Katie-Anne, he was gloriously nude. “Don’t waste your energy answering. He won’t listen, either way.”
Landon was right. What he planned for Katie-Anne had nothing to do with her having control, and everything to do with him having it. Shane removed his finger from beneath her panties. “Kiss her,” he growled to his partner.
In the blink of an eye, Landon had Katie-Anne’s mouth under his. Without warning either of his lovers, Shane allowed his hand to come down on her sweet ass with a crack.
Katie-Anne jolted on his lap, but he wouldn’t have any of that. Neither would Landon. His partner took hold of her, keeping her in place for Shane’s spanking. With each harsh thwack, Shane gave her no mercy, no relenting. He smacked her fleshy cheek again then again, over and over, making sure that he kept no obvious rhythm and never hit the same place twice.
Each time Shane’s hand connected with her ass, she cried out. But, each time, Landon was prepared and swallowed the noises she made. The kisses between Landon and Katie-Anne seemed to build and change in correlation with her spanking. His hard strikes to her ass drew hard kisses. His soft swats drew soft kisses. And the in-between kisses varied, at will.
When Shane reached the halfway point to the magical number in his head, he paused for a moment, letting Katie-Anne and Landon believe he was done. They broke apart, both of them panting unevenly. Then Shane resumed spanking Katie-Anne, doling out a whack to the lower curve on each side of her bottom.
Surprised, Katie-Anne tensed, and Landon loosened his hold on her, “Aren’t you done?” he asked.
Unwilling to answer his partner’s question, Shane scowled at him. His thwacks morphed into whacks to Katie-Anne’s ass. He sped up, building until he delivered his most ruthless blow yet. She screamed as his hand struck her ass with enough force to leave a noticeable red handprint.
Admiring his handiwork, Shane’s cock pulsated wildly. Something about seeing his sensual mark on her body touched the primitive caveman in his body, and he was ready to flip her over and ram his dick in her cunt as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to fuck her until she could take no more then he wanted to pull out and come all over her body. He wanted to imprint himself onto her in every way possible.
“Please Shane,” Katie-Anne begged. “Another. Give me another. I need more.” And he gave her another then five more after that. With each strike, she raised her ass wantonly to meet his hand with a moan.
Landon, playing voyeur, watched Shane’s hand avidly. His head moved up when Shane’s hand retreated, and his head moved down when Shane’s hand advanced. Landon took his cock in hand, fisting it methodically with a slow, seamless movement that held Shane’s gaze spellbound.
Shane feasted on Landon jacking off while Landon watched Shane spank Katie-Anne. And their woman seemed oblivious to both of them. With her eyes closed, she writhed, and sh
e cried out. But she couldn’t have seen anything.
Finally, Shane stopped his assault on her ass. Running his finger down her crack like earlier, he went straight for her cunt to see just how much his woman liked being spanked. The moisture he found there surprised him. Katie-Anne was dripping wet.
Shane couldn’t recall the last time he’d touched a pussy with enough juice to drown his whole goddamn finger and have enough left over to trickle down his hand. His body responded instantaneously, pre-cum dripping out of the tip of his dick. “Fuck me, little one. You’re wet.”
Katie-Anne spread her legs as far apart as they could go in her current facedown position on his lap. “Keep going. I’m sure you’ll find plenty more.”
Landon came at her pussy from the underside, slipping two fingers between her labia. In perfect synchronization, their fingers met at the opening of her pussy then thrust inside. She screamed, her hips bucking unrestrainedly.
Laying his entire hand on her red ass, Landon imprisoned the lower half of her body and forced her to remain motionless. “Don’t fucking move,” he growled. “If you want our fingers to fuck your tight pussy, you have to hold still.”
Moaning, Katie-Anne nodded her head and quit moving from her neck down. “Okay,” she murmured.
He and Landon finger-fucked her together, sliding easily in and out of her slippery cunt. The sound of their fingers sluicing through her juices filled the room, causing his cock to elongate in his already too-fucking-tight jeans. I need a distraction before I turn into a horny, uncontrollable teenager and come in my motherfucking pants.
Over her body, Landon distracted Shane with a deep kiss. Shane’s arousal twisted out of control as they equally pillaged and plundered each other’s mouths, all the while finger-fucking her cunt.
Katie-Anne held herself stationary, as they’d ordered her to, but she cried out continually as their thrusting fingers hammered her relentlessly. Shane was the first to retreat, but he didn’t go far.
Breaking his lips away from Landon’s, Shane used her excess moisture to glide his index finger from her cunt to her asshole. He rimmed her forbidden opening, feeling it contract in anticipation for his invasion. Then he eased the tip of his finger inside.
