by Jenny Penn
That gave him rights most citizens didn’t have, like the right to possibly beat the crap out of the sheriff. GD understood why Alex didn’t want to put that one to the test. The problem was that the only thing really standing between Kevin, Seth, and the tragedy of a lifetime was Alex.
So far he’d held strong, refusing to believe Seth’s confession. Chase might not leave the sheriff much choice, though, but arrest him. The eldest Davis brother wanted somebody in prison. GD didn’t think he’d care if it was Seth or Kevin.
Patton might.
“So?” GD pinned him with a hard look. “What are you going to do?”
* * * *
Kitty Anne didn’t know what the hell she was doing, and she didn’t care. The scream that caught in her throat never made it past her lips as she strangled on her own breath. She was searing hot and going down in flames that licked out of her cunt, driven by the ravenous plundering of Nick’s velvety tongue.
With mischievous delight, it danced up the weeping walls of her sheath, massaging her quivering muscles as he teased her with gentle licks and flicks. Those taunting caresses that never quite went deep or hard enough did nothing more than cause her to twist and mew as she strained beneath the rapture twining through her. It wound through her muscles until she was strained and tense, all but sobbing for more.
He gave it to her, allowing his hands to fist in the folds of her skirt and lifting them out of his way as his callused fingers tightened around the soft flesh of her thighs. His grip was hard, his touch rough and savage as he gathered the thick cream slickening the insides of her thighs up on the tips of his fingers. He slid them back down the crease that led from the weeping folds of her pussy to the forbidden entrance hidden between the plump cheeks of her ass.
She’d never been taken there, never even been touched, but there was no stopping Nick. Kitty Anne’s breath caught on a cry as he screwed first one and then the second finger deep into her tight channel, making her whole world burst with a searing blast of pained pleasure as he added a third finger in a dark forewarning of just how many ways he planned to take her, to use her.
That thought had Kitty Anne almost coming, and then she was as he pressed down from behind on the same sweet spot that his tongue rapped deep inside her cunt, unleashing a euphoric wave of ecstasy that had her whole body spasming with the hard pound of her release…or perhaps it was Nick’s cock. Kitty Anne didn’t know.
She lost track of time and space as the world spun around her, and suddenly her cheek was being pressed deep into the soft carpet beneath her, the cool air fanning over her ass as a set of hands gripped her hips hard and tilted, opening up her cunt to the thick cockhead pressing down between the swollen lips of her pussy. Then he was filling her with his thick heat, making her muscles stretch wide as he slid slowly into her.
He took her with a steady determination that allowed Kitty Anne to savor every second. As his balls banged against her, Nick stilled, holding steady until she milked his length with a tight, intentional pulse of her sheath’s walls. His response was instantaneous as he began to pound back and forth inside her, riding her with a reckless abandon that had Kitty Anne sobbing into the carpet as her pleasure grew so wickedly intense her whole body throbbed with it.
Then she felt his fingers pushing back into her ass, and that was all she needed, just that little bit of extra fullness, that slight pinch of pain, and she was coming harder than she ever had before. Spasming with the uncontrolled ripples of her release, her muscles gave out, and she crashed down onto the floor, but Nick wasn’t done with her.
* * * *
Not by far.
In fact, in those seconds, Nick didn’t know if he’d ever be done with Kitty Anne. The intensity of the pleasure, the sheer heavenly delight of fucking his sensitive length down the rippling walls of her cunt, everything about the woman was perfection.
As he gave himself over to his release, he knew that he was also giving himself over to Kitty Anne as well. She was his mistress, his love, his everything. She was his Venus, and GD was never going to forgive him…or maybe he would. After all, the big man had set this all up. Why was a question Nick would deal with later.
Right then all that mattered was the burning drive to pound his hips forward in a mindless, endless need to fuck. It would be so easy to give in, but this was no way to take a woman—half dressed, on the floor, feet from the door. He’d treated hookers with more respect, but Nick’s defense was simple.
Kitty Anne drove him that wild, that crazy. Even now, as the insatiable need still churning within him had been blunted, Nick found it took all his strength to do what was right and take care of his woman, but he managed.
Forcing himself to release Kitty Anne long enough to regain his feet, Nick knew she hadn’t actually passed out, though she was puddled on the floor much like a jellyfish washed ashore. She barely managed a moan and a wiggle when he pulled free of her tight sheath. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes as he picked her off the floor and carried her to his bed.
There, Nick took the time to finally strip her completely free of her tattered clothes and admire the beauty of his Venus. She was plush and soft and so inviting he couldn’t help but touch.
While he’d meant to only climb in and join her for a quick nap, Nick found himself stroking his hands over Kitty Anne as she began to slowly twist and turn. Arching into his hands, her wide, beautiful eyes blinked open to reflect all her longings and doubts.
He didn’t have to wonder at what had her worried. Nick just knew.
“I don’t have any diseases,” he said, offering her that assurance. “I never have done this before without protection.”
“Me neither,” Kitty Anne whispered, a smile curling at her lips. “I’m on birth control.”
“Then I guess everything works out.”
But when he dipped his head to seal that vow with a kiss, Kitty Anne planted a hand on his chest and held him back.
“I want you to know I would never sleep with a man to get a job.” Clear and sincere, her words were a sharp contrast to the husky want still thick in her voice.
“And I’d never give a job to a woman just because I slept with her,” Nick swore as he slid his hand up her calf and around the curve of her thigh as her legs shifted, opening her cunt to his touch.
“So we’re agreed then?” Kitty Anne asked, and Nick accepted her invitation, stroking his fingers over her plump, wet folds. He eyed her smooth mound remembering just how delicious she tasted.
“You want the job?”
“Yes,” Kitty Anne whispered, accepting more than just his offer for employment.
“Then we’re agreed.”
Brushing her hand aside, Nick bent down to seal that vow with a kiss, one he laid right across the plump folds of her pussy lips as he gripped her thighs tight and forced them wide, opening her up for a true devouring.
Chapter Eleven
It was dark the next time Kitty Anne became fully aware of the world around her, and it took a moment for everything that had happened to hit her. The second she shifted, though, she felt the twinge of so many sore muscles and the buzz still vibrating through her from so many climaxes.
That had been fun.
It had also been wrong. That probably shouldn’t make her smile, but there was no taming the curl of her lips as Kitty Anne stretched out in Nick’s big bed. The blanket and most of the pillows were strewn about the floor, along with the remnants of her clothes, which was a testament to how good things had been between them.
That still didn’t change the fact that what had happened was wrong. Kitty Anne was going to have to deal with that at some point, but not right then. First, she was going to get cleaned up because she couldn’t deal with serious issues when she was a mess. That was just what she felt like right then—sweaty, sticky, and disheveled.
A hot shower and a good scrubbing helped to loosen up her tight muscles. It also helped to clear the last vestiges of erotic euphoria from her mind
, leaving her no place to hide from the truth nagging at her nonstop.
She really had done something wrong. She felt guilty, and a little sick from it. There was only one way to soothe those nerves. She was going to have to confess. Confess to GD that she’d made a mistake, which she must have done because nothing else explained her actions.
Still, no mistake had ever felt that good, and Kitty Anne really couldn’t bring herself to regret what had happened with Nick. The man was a stud. In all ways. In all things. And she wanted him again. Something warned Kitty Anne that would never change.
Maybe it was time to actually talk to the man and discover whether there was anything between them beyond explosive chemistry. That might be hard to do, given she didn’t have any clothes left to wear. Fortunately, Nick had a closet full of shirts that were warm, soft, and smelled just like him, like heaven.
She responded almost instantly to the heady scent, going soft and weak and wanting Nick all over again. It was like a sickness, like a disease, and she tried to shake it off, but it was impossible, which made the guilt eating at her only all the more acidic.
That didn’t stop Kitty Anne’s mind from wandering as she took in all the clothes hanging before her. Nick had style, and he wasn’t a small man by any measure. He was large, and thick…in a lot of ways… Kitty Anne blinked and threw off the dirty thoughts that had started to flood her head and all the memories that had fueled them, along with the equally naughty thought that Nick was big but not nearly GD-size.
Clearly talking to the man wasn’t actually going to be a good idea. She probably shouldn’t even be in the same room as him. Kitty Anne needed time, and distance. So, maybe, a conversation wasn’t the best idea. Fleeing sounded more on par with the moment. She’d need to be wearing more than a shirt for that.
Thankfully Nick wore boxers, and her ass was big enough to hold them up. A belt helped. She had to knot it, though, which looked absolutely ridiculous. It looked even stranger when she lowered the shirt back down. The cotton bulged with a distortedly aligned protrusion that looked as though she might be in transition. The only question was, which way was she going?
The short-term answer was to the living room to find her purse, but when Kitty Anne crept into the living room to find her purse and her keys, she found Nick instead. He was slouched in the frame of the back door that led out of the kitchen just off the living room.
He had his back to her, and she probably could have made it out the front door, but Kitty Anne got distracted by how damn sexy Nick looked standing there wearing nothing but a pair of jeans riding low on his hips.
His back muscles bunched and flexed as he pinned a phone between his ear and shoulder while he lifted a bottle of beer up to take a deep gulp. His arm bent, his biceps bulged, and Kitty Anne went weak in the knees, completely forgetting she was on a mission as the want and lust boiled anew in her veins.
That was her man, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
* * * *
Nick cracked his neck as he listened to GD gloat on the other end. The man was having too much fun, but then again, he hadn’t heard the decisions Nick had come to. He probably wouldn’t be laughing for too much longer, or he might be. GD was a weird fucker.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Nick sighed, agreeing with everything GD said. “You were right, okay? Now I got to give the woman a job, and where am I supposed to put her?”
Camp D was a boy’s only refuge. No women allowed. He couldn’t just install Kitty Anne in a classroom and call her mister. The boys were bound to notice she was a woman…and what a woman she was.
“Well, put her in your bed,” GD retorted as if that answer wasn’t obvious. “Isn’t she there now?”
“Yes, she is, and I’d like to keep her there, but you know how women are. They complicate things.”
God did they ever, and Kitty Anne was set to blow his life apart. The last thing Nick had imagined was that he would fall in love. It seemed impossible to believe that it would be at first glance, but there was just no denying the evidence. Hell, he’d slept with enough women to know the difference between a good fuck and a special one. At least, he did now.
“Trust me, Kitty Anne likes to complicate them more than most,” GD warned him as if Nick hadn’t already figured that much out.
“I’m not blaming this one on her, big man,” Nick shot back. “You’re the one who set me up, and now look at me. I’m already whipped, and I haven’t said more than five words to the woman.”
He knew GD would laugh at that. Hell, that was partly why Nick had said it, but he wasn’t lying. That morning his life had been simple, busy but simple, and now…
“My damn dick won’t settle down for nothing,” Nick muttered over that complaint, staring down at the growing bulge in jeans. That was what happened when he just thought about the woman.
“I swear, I’m not going to be able to hold a whole conversation with the woman for months at this rate, and how am I supposed to get any work done with her around? Huh? This is all your fault.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” GD shot back obnoxiously. “You said that already.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, GD,” Nick grumbled without any real heat. “And enjoy it because I’m not giving Kitty Anne back. You sent her to me, and I’m keeping her.”
“So am I.”
“Yeah, I know. You want to be the head chef in the kitchen.” Nick rolled his eyes. He’d let GD do all the cooking if he wanted and would call himself lucky to be Kitty Anne’s lapdog instead. “But, let me tell you something, letting crazy have her way has some advantages.”
Some very pleasant ones.
“Which is just why I’m the one who is going to marry her,” GD shot back, bringing an instant frown to Nick’s brow.
“What? No, way.” Nick wasn’t going to be Uncle Nick to his own kids. “I’m going to marry her.”
“So now you’re going to marry her?” GD snorted, but amusement colored the sound, not disbelief. “I thought you had barely said five words to the girl?”
“And aren’t you glad for that?” Nick shot back. “After all, I could ruin your chances with the girl just by telling her you’re working an angle.”
“Please,” GD scoffed, sounding smug and unconcerned as he assured Nick, “Kitty Anne already knows. I already told her that I had plans for her.”
“What? Holding out on her?” Nick bit back a snort at that stupid idea. “You don’t think you are being a little stubborn?”
“Stubborn?” GD sounded honestly surprised by that word. “I’m not stubborn.”
“Oh, come on. You just don’t want to admit you’re in love with the woman.” Nick could understand that. He was still having a hell of a time accepting it, too.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” GD dismissed Nick’s argument. “I know I’m in love with the woman just like I knew you’d fall, too.”
“Yeah, about that, I’m curious to figure out how you knew I’d fall in love with the girl.”
“I bet you are.” But GD was clearly not going to tell him. Smug bastard, he thought he was the only one with any insight.
“And I bet I can guess what you’re really up to with Kitty Anne.”
“Go for it,” GD challenged him, and Nick never turned down a challenge.
“Okay, fine. I will.” Nick paused to consider the matter. “Let’s see…your story is you met this girl and fell for her in an instant. Then after a day or so, you realize that I’d fall for her, too, so you got me calling her friend to set her up to come out here, hoping I’d end up fucking the woman unconscious, which I did do.”
Nick paused, finding himself distracted by that memory. It was a good one…best damn one of his life, but he could be making more—
“And what does that get me?”
“Huh?” Nick blinked, needing a second to remember what he’d been saying. “Oh yeah. It gets you guilt. Kitty Anne’s going to feel bad about betraying you, and you’re planning on milking that for something.”
“Then don’t hold me in suspense.”
* * * *
Kitty Anne wasn’t in suspense. She was stunned, and she stumbled back into the bedroom as she tried to grapple with all that she had just overheard. GD loved her? Nick wanted to marry her? Had she fallen down some kind of rabbit hole?
Obviously she had because Kitty Anne didn’t know on what planet GD’s plan made sense. He refused to sleep with her himself, but then he set her up to go all orgasmic over his friend? She should probably be pretty pissed about that and would have if it had been a joke.
Kitty Anne didn’t think either of the men was laughing at her, though. From the confusion that she’d heard in Nick’s tone, she sensed that they were as overwhelmed by the situation as she. Of course, she hadn’t complained about where to put him. Neither had she manipulated the situation like GD had.
Whatever else could be said about the situation, one thing was clear. Her men were running wild, and it was time to remind them of just who was in charge. With that in mind, she stripped back down to nothing more than Nick’s shirt, which she left unbuttoned.
Of course, she needed the proper hair to go with her look. So Kitty Anne slipped back into the bathroom and brushed her tresses until they poofed up, giving her a wild, lioness look. Makeup would have helped, but she’d washed all hers off already. Obviously Nick didn’t have any. She did have some in her purse, which was in the living room. Thankfully, Nick was still leaning in the back door, arguing with GD.
“No fucking way,” Nick snapped, sounding honestly outraged as Kitty darted out of the bedroom. “You want to bring all that shit out here, you’re going to be moving into the dorm.”
That comment caught Kitty’s attention, but she didn’t hesitate to snatch her purse up.
