Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  Quickly driven insane by the pleasure, Kathy could only cry out for more in incoherent phrases. Her heart raced too fast for her to catch enough breath to make any sense. Even if Kathy could have formed a thought, she was way too worn out to hold on to it. With the muscles trembling hard enough for her to fear that they might actually snap, she couldn’t even find her balance.

  Instead it felt like she was spinning so far out of control the world was actually rotating around her. Then suddenly it whiplashed past her as she came crashing down to be anchored by the thick, pulsing cock that slammed straight into her cunt. Kathy didn’t even know what was going on. All she could do was give herself over to Jack’s hot, demanding fucking.

  * * * *

  This wasn’t how Jack had intended for things to go. Everything had been on track. He’d packed Kathy’s ass full of cock and spanked it until it blushed a beautiful pink. Only he’d forgotten to ask all his questions, to ream the answers out of her.

  Instead he’d become entranced by the sight of tits bouncing while she arched into each blow as she moaned and begged for more. The wet, slurping sounds of Collin feasting on her cunt only served to remind him that the warm heaven of her pussy waited to be plundered. The woman had said she wanted two cocks.

  It was in that instant Jack recalled the hunger in her eyes along with the promise in her tone. Unable to deny his own primitive urges, he fell victim to them. Ripping at his own clothing until his cock sprang free, it had taken him less than thirty seconds before he buried his aching dick in the wondrous, suckling depths of Kathy’s cunt. Finally he could breathe even if the air scalded his lungs as the oxygen fueled the fire burning in his balls.

  It demanded that he fuck, rut, claim what was his in the most primal way possible. Jack had no civility left to temper that command. Instead he gave in to it. Looping a hand around Kathy’s waist, he powered into the rippling tightness of her cunt like a man possessed, riding her so hard and fast she bounced in his grasp. The sweet brush of her breasts slapped against his arm as the lush curves of her ass pounded into his pelvis. All the while she gasped and panted.

  Bits of encouragement fell from her lips as she pumped herself backward, meeting him stroke for stroke until her pace became as frantic as her breathing. Jack could feel her release hit her in that glorious instant. All of Kathy’s muscles tightened before erupting in frenzied waves of shudders that rippled right down to the walls of her pussy.

  Jack felt the rush of his own release hit as her tight cunt gripped him in a wondrous display of strength, sucking the seed right from his body as he gave himself up to the furious pace of his own climax. It whirled him through the fiery spasms of his release and left him washed up in a pile of sweaty limbs as he flattened a still-panting Kathy down into Collin’s lap. The position wasn’t comfortable, but Jack felt too damn weak to do anything about it. Apparently it wasn’t a sentiment Kathy echoed.

  “Well, that was fun, but now you can get off.” Kathy added a half-hearted wiggle along with that yawned statement, clearly not recognizing the irony of her words. Jack did, and not surprisingly, so did Collin.

  “I think Jack just did,” Collin commented dryly, shooting Jack a smirk. “Though I don’t think that was the plan.”

  “Shut up, Collin.” Jack grunted, grumpy about having to give in to Kathy’s pointed motions and move.

  He did so slowly, checking the strength of his legs before trusting them to hold his weight. They were a little rubbery, but stable enough. The same could not be said of Kathy’s wobbling knees. With her muscles still shuddering hard enough for the trembles to be visible, she had to hold on to the hands both Collin and he offered her as she dismounted.

  “You okay?”

  Jack ran a critical eye over her as he asked that question, looking for any sign he might have pushed her too far or too hard or been too rough. All his concern earned him was a dirty look that hardened into an annoyed one as she glanced from him to Collin and back to Jack. “You know, just once you could try taking off your clothes before we do it or at least pulling down your pants. I’m getting kind of tired of being the only naked person in the room…or truck.”

  “Or kitchen,” Collin offered helpfully, drawing a scowl from Kathy.

  “Whatever.”

  “I think I can remedy that,” Collin offered, his hand dropping to the edge of his shirt. “Just give me a second.”

  “Don’t even bother,” Kathy cut him off. “It’s late. I’m tired. I have to get up and go to work in the morning, so it’s been fun and maybe we can catch up again tomorrow. And don’t forget to lock the door behind you.”

  Jack watched in amusement as Kathy managed to sashay across the room with regal confidence despite the dildo still packed into her ass. She had to be feeling it and had to know neither Collin nor he would obey any of the orders she tossed over her shoulder. They did, however, let her escape to the bathroom to freshen up as she needed.

  “Well—” Collin shoved out of his seat, giving Jack an all-too-admiring look. “That was an interesting interrogation. Tell me, what did you learn?”

  “Always arch your hips up. That’s how you hit the sweet spot.” Jack tossed that obnoxious answer back along with a wink before turning to strut off toward the kitchen. Collin followed him, gloating the whole way.

  “Uh-huh. That’s really what you intended to accomplish, letting the little darling come all over herself as much as she wanted? And here I thought you were going to actually man-up and take control of the situation.” Collin snorted as he came to a stop in the kitchen’s doorway. “My bad.”

  “Go on and laugh it up, smartass.” Jack paused to turn around and confront Collin with the single truth he’d learned in the past twenty-four hours. “Wait until you take a ride in that cunt. You’ll be whooped in short order.”

  “Yeah, but the thing is, I like being whipped.” Collin’s chuckles annoyed Jack almost as much as his words. “After all, being whipped means you have a pussy to play with. You have always been the one to claim no woman is worth that indignity. Go on and admit it, Jack. Kathy’s got you by the short and curlies.”

  Jack’s gaze narrowed on Collin, but he couldn’t honestly argue the point. As much as it might aggravate him to admit it, Kathy really did seem to have some strange hold over him. If anybody knew about witches and their power to enslave a man, Jack had to figure Collin did.

  “I don’t know, man.” Heaving a sigh, Jack gave up the fight and shook his head. “It’s just something about her. I see her and…all I can think about is ripping her clothes off, shoving her to her knees, and rutting on her like a crazed animal in heat.”

  “Yeah.” Instead of laughing or taking a well-deserved opportunity to feed Jack some shit, Collin just drew that agreement out with a slow nod of his head. “I get that, but somebody’s got to put the girl in her place before she gets herself in the kind of trouble we can’t protect her from. It won’t be long before she adds up your slip over Marion Myers and comes to an uncomfortable conclusion.”

  “Yeah.” Jack couldn’t argue with Collin on that point. He’d known almost instantly that he’d made a mistake by responding to that name. It wouldn’t take Kathy long before she started poking her nose in the mayor’s business. They didn’t need that, especially when they didn’t know what she might find. “Well, I guess it’s up to you to try and control her. I don’t have the time.”

  “You keep saying that, but…here you are.” Collin gestured to the house around them. “Strange, huh?”

  Running a hand through his hair, Jack glanced at the stove clock and then at the back door, feeling the sudden need to get the hell out of there. It was late. He had a case to work. Collin could probably handle Kathy better than him. Besides, if Kathy was involved, then Tagger was right all around and Jack was too damn close to see it. What he needed was distance so he could gain a little perspective.

  “I shouldn’t even fucking be here,” Jack muttered, feeling the weight of that admission.
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br />   “So why are you here? I thought you were going to leave Kathy to me.”

  “Because of Tagger’s dumb ass.” Jack’s fingers flexed as he considered how much fun it would be to hit the little man. “That idiot found out about Kathy and my…romantic association and started getting all worried that she might be—I don’t know—like some femme fatale.”

  “Tagger?” Collin repeated the name as his brow wrinkled under the stress of some kind of intense thought.

  “James Tagger,” Jack elaborated, figuring Collin was trying to place the name. “He’s my liaison to the team for now. He seemed to think that Kathy’s sudden interest in me has less to do with my winning personality and more with what I might know.”

  “It doesn’t sound like he has it completely wrong. Kathy does have an agenda, but it’s not like she’s making a secret of it,” Collin pointed out. “And I don’t think it’s to rat you out. That woman intends to find the money and save her friend. I get a feeling she’s the kind that’s so loyal it’s stupid.”

  “Yeah? Well, I’d feel better if Kathy was stupid,” Jack retorted, rubbing his brow as he tried to chase away the tension he could feel building behind his eyes. “Then I wouldn’t have to be so worried about what the woman might get into. I want Kathy safe, Collin.”

  He needed her safe. An emotion too deep and turbulent lurked beneath that desire, not that Jack would confront it. With the kind of life he lived, the last thing Jack wanted was any kind of emotional attachments, especially to a woman. That didn’t change the fact that a part of him feared waking up to a world without Kathy in it. Jack didn’t know if he could cope with that kind of reality and didn’t plan on finding out.

  “I want you to keep her entertained, Collin.” There was no other man Jack would have trusted to see to Kathy’s safety or her pleasure. “Keep her well fucked and too damn tired to cause trouble.”

  “Easier said than done, my friend,” Collin warned him. “After all, she’s certainly well fucked, but that didn’t stop her from spending most of her night with a tequila bottle and Benjamin George.”

  Chapter 17

  Collin couldn’t help but smirk as he watched Jack retreat across Kathy’s backyard. That was a first. As far as Collin knew, no woman had ever managed to make his tough-as-nails buddy flee in obvious fear. Then again, Collin hadn’t met a woman that could make Jack so completely lose his self-control. Kathy was something special. Collin had figured that out the moment he’d met her.

  His dick had saluted Kathy’s sexpot curves at first sight. Then she’d started talking, and his balls had started aching. Collin had been there before, but not even Cecelia had enslaved him with the addictive taste of her cunt. He knew, though, at the very first taste of Kathy’s pussy that he’d do anything, absolutely anything to keep the feast going.

  Collin smiled as he locked the kitchen door behind Jack. That sucker had a cold, lonely bed to go home to while Collin would have the soft cushion of Kathy’s curves to keep him warm. He paused to kill the kitchen lights before heading back to Kathy’s bedroom. From the sound of the water running, she’d decided to take a shower. Collin considered joining her for a moment, but decided against it.

  Jack kept losing because he took the obvious approach. Kathy clearly had too much experience in dealing with a man’s normal rush to get intimate with a woman so clearly built to be ridden. If Collin didn’t want to end up used and dismissed like Jack, he would be wise to treat Kathy like she didn’t make him drool with all sorts of dirty thoughts. It would also be prudent to keep his boxers on.

  Settling down under the pink-and-white floral comforter, Collin stacked nearly every pillow on the bed behind him as he adjusted his position to be perfect for watching the TV stacked on Kathy’s dresser. He’d just settled in to watch cartoons when Kathy stepped out of her bathroom. Wrapped in a clingy, silky bathrobe with her hair bound up in a towel, she looked so damn sexy Collin felt his cock pop out of his boxers. Unfortunately, nothing of hers popped out as she shot him a sour look.

  “I thought I told you to leave.”

  She reached up to pull the towel out of her hair. The motion made her breasts strain against the sheer fabric of her robe, leaving Collin in no doubt that Kathy’s tits were glad to see him even if she wasn’t. Her puckered nipples cut a hard outline against the folds of her robe, all but begging him to come and take a taste.

  “Or was I too subtle?” Kathy asked, drawing Collin’s eyes and attention back up to her frown. “Because I can be blunt if that’s what it takes to get the message across.”

  “Be whatever you feel like, honey,” Collin suggested, pointedly switching his attention back to the TV. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Maybe not on your own, but you could be escorted out in cuffs,” Kathy threatened him without any real attempt to make it sound sincere.

  She didn’t even bother to glare at him as she flopped down at her little vanity table to run the towel roughly through her tresses. Collin found his gaze lured back to the sight of Kathy’s legs. She wasn’t tall enough for them to be long, but that only made the generous curve of her calf tempting. Collin for one couldn’t resist tracing the smooth skin up to the delicious bulge of her thigh. The robe cut off his vision all too soon, but Collin had his memory to keep him hard.

  “Collin”—Kathy’s amused tone broke into recollection—“you’re staring.”

  “Just admiring the beauty.” Collin knew the second he used that line he’d made a very bad mistake. Kathy stilled, giving him a once-over before tsking.

  “You know the reason I let Jack get away with what he does is because he’s honest.” Kathy paused as if considering that declaration and then shrugged. “Well, in all the ways it counts, he’s honest. Most importantly, he doesn’t treat me like an empty-headed set of double Ds.”

  Collin didn’t even need a second to consider that before he rejected her response as nothing more than bullshit. “Please, the reason you let Jack get away with what he does is because you’ve got him whipped.”

  “Whipped?” The idea appeared to delight Kathy.

  “Whipped like the family dog.” Collin nodded, not feeling the least bit concerned about betraying his friend. “The man doesn’t even know his name anymore unless you remind him. And let me tell you something, sweet meat, it’s going to take a whole lot more than a little pussy to bring me to heel.”

  “And it’s going to take a whole lot more than that tent you’re supporting to make me obey,” Kathy shot back with a nod to the comforter.

  Collin glanced down at his lap, impressed by the size of his bulge. His dick had swollen to unheard-of proportions, which explained the pain. There would be no rest until he wore the starch out of his erection. Getting Kathy to agree wouldn’t be too hard, but not losing his sanity in the process would be a feat.

  “How much do you want to bet?” Deciding right then and there to risk everything, Collin lifted his eyes to capture hers as he laid down his challenge. “Huh? You willing to go all or nothing that I can fuck the sass right out of you?”

  “Please.” Kathy laughed, clearly unconcerned. “I was born sassy, baby, and there ain’t no changing that.”

  “Then you can’t lose,” Collin pointed out, not allowing himself to be sucked into her dramatics. “All you can do is gain.”

  “Really?” Kathy arched a brow in mocking challenge. “Gain what?”

  “You give me all night, you obey my every command, and if I can’t make you beg me to fuck you, then I’ll help you and your investigation in every way I know how.”

  That offer had Kathy’s smile fading as she considered his suggestion. “And if I do end up begging, what do you get?”

  It would be too easy to tell her to stay out of Jack’s case. That would also be the only answer Collin suspected she’d refuse to wager on. Instead, he went for a more advantageous prize. “You can help me with my investigation.”

  That clearly threw Kathy. The ready retort she had on her lips failed
her as she blinked at him in an amusing stupor. “Huh?”

  “We both want the same thing, to see this matter with the missing money settled. It’s just a matter of who’s in charge of the investigation. You beg, I lead…and that means in all things.” Collin winked, almost certain she couldn’t resist that challenge.

  “So if I lose, you get authority over my investigation,” Kathy repeated hesitantly as if uncertain she’d heard right.

  “No, I get authority over you.” Collin corrected, refusing to let her skip over the last bit of his offer. “That means you taking my direction by day and being at my beck and call all night. What do you say? You willing to bet, sweet meat?”

  Kathy’s gaze narrowed on that endearment. Collin had already figured out she didn’t appreciate the compliment, but enjoyed the way it made her blush too much to give it up. The praise also had the effect of snapping her temper.

  “Fine.” Kathy jerked out of her seat. “But if I win, then you are at my beck and call twenty-four-seven. Deal?”

  “Deal.” Collin didn’t hesitate to agree, more than willing to be her sex slave.

  Of course, it would be better to be the one issuing the commands. Picking up one of the scarves Jack had pulled out and never gotten around to using, Collin fingered it pointedly as he nodded to her robe.

  “It’s time to get naked, sweet meat, and prove what you’re made of.”

  * * * *

  Kathy shot Collin a glare for that taunt, but did as he instructed. Lifting off the little vanity stool that had come with the rest of the furniture, she grasped the tail ends of her robe’s belt, but didn’t pull. Instead she offered Collin a smile and went for the slow, teasing strut as she crossed the room toying with the thin, silky cord.