by Jenny Penn
Kitty Anne lost herself in the perfection of the moment. His dick was thick and long, its hard length stretching her muscles deliciously wide as the flared head of his cock ground against the sensitive walls of her sheath. Each pump of her hips ignited flares of pure-white rapture that had her twisting in desperation for more.
More was not on the menu, though. At least not for her. Her men, on the other hand, had plans. They involved tormenting her. Kitty Anne received that message loud as GD’s fingers tightened around her hips, forcing her to a stop. To assure she stayed that way, he slid his knees slid out from under hers, trapping her legs between his and forcing her cunt to constrict wondrously tight around his dick.
It was almost too much but not nearly enough to light the release simmering in her veins. That pleasure boiled higher as GD slid a hand around and shoved it right down between her legs. His fingers unerringly found her clit. He began to slowly massage the little bundle of nerves, making Kitty Anne pant and melt against him as the bliss fizzling at the edge of her nerves intensified. Still, it wasn’t enough, and he knew it.
“Well?” GD growled against her ear as his thumb rounded her clit, making Kitty Anne whimper. “You ready to put that collar on and finish this?”
The answer was forever yes, but Kitty Anne bit the words back. Instead, she responded by sliding her hand over his and down farther to the hot, heavy balls tucked up tight against her pussy. She treated GD to the same slow rolls that he tried to punish her with as she threw his words back at him.
“Are you? Because I could whip you up a collar and a leash in no time.”
That earned her a laugh, though not from GD. Nick chuckled as he slid off the desk. He’d been watching them with a heated gaze that had only heightened the erotic thrill of the moment. Now, apparently, he was coming off the bench.
“You need a little help there, big man?” Nick smirked as he stepped up, drawing Kitty Anne’s gaze up to his sparkling ones.
“This is a job for boyfriend number one,” GD shot back with a snarl, not that he managed to intimidate Nick.
“Well then, I better get on it.”
Kitty Anne couldn’t agree more. With a smug smile that matched Nick’s, she wiggled her ass as much as she could given her position and offered up a suggestion that had her heart racing with anticipation.
“Maybe we ought to move the big man to the backseat?” Kitty Anne all but purred as she leaned forward to lick her tongue out across the flushed and swollen head of Nick’s cock as it bobbed just inches from her lips. Glancing up to catch his gaze, she was all but certain of victory. “Then maybe we can get this dick out of the cold into a nice, warm pussy?”
“You take my cunt, and I’ll beat you bloody, boy,” GD warned him with enough sharpness to make it clear he wasn’t kidding. “You want to get fucked, then you can get sucked.”
“I won’t say no to that,” Nick assured then both, proving who he was really loyal to because Kitty Anne knew he wasn’t afraid of GD’s fists. She’d never let him use them. They all three knew that.
“So, it’s like that, is it?” Kitty Anne asked, going for a dry, condescending tone but knowing she failed to fool them. Both men knew just how much she liked to get a taste of them. That was just what was on the menu.
“Yeah, sexy, that’s exactly how it is like.” Nick matched his words with actions as he fisted a hand in her hair, but before he tilted her head down, he tilted it up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “And you’re going to do right by both of us, or we’re going to do something wrong to you. Understand?”
Kitty Anne didn’t answer that threat. She just smiled and pulled free of his hold so she could take that taste he so desperately wanted her to have. That wasn’t all Nick was desperate for, but it was all he was going to get. Poor GD, he wasn’t even going to get that.
Chapter Twenty-One
“You know, they’re just being difficult…refusing to have sex. What the hell is the point of that?” Heather demanded to know, not that she gave GD a chance to answer. “They’re Cattlemen, for God’s sake! They’re supposed to use sex as a tool, not a weapon!”
“Weapons are tools,” GD pointed out, earning himself a dirty look. He returned it with equal force, not in the mood to listen to Heather complain when he was aching himself.
Kitty Anne, that naughty vixen, had left both Nick and GD high and dry with erections that were painful to say the least. She thought she was teaching them a lesson. Well, it would be a lesson for her. He didn’t give in. He got even. Kitty Anne was going to learn that the hard way.
GD had a feeling so was Heather.
“Fine.” Heather held up her hands. “I can see you’re not in the mood today to listen to me bitch about Alex and Konor, but what about Gwen? Huh? Can I complain about her?”
GD frowned at the mention of that name, all his senses going on alert. “Why? She been hanging around?”
Even as he asked that question, GD’s gaze scanned over the nearly empty bakery. It was almost closing time, and he was only down here because he had to run a different errand. That, and if he’d stayed out at the Camp, he would have inevitably given in to Kitty Anne’s charms.
As it was, he couldn’t stop thinking about how gloriously wet and mind-blowingly tight Kitty Anne’s little cunt had been. Sinking into her had been like sinking into heaven, and he could only damn himself as a fool for not taking complete advantage of her.
A prideful fool. That was GD, and he knew it. He also knew Heather wasn’t far behind him, making them a matched set.
“No, she’s not here now.” Heather pointed out the obvious. “But she’s been lingering about, and I know what she’s trying to do.”
“What?” GD asked because he’d really like a clue.
It’d been two weeks since his suspicions had been roused, but he hadn’t followed through on them, too busy out at the camp to worry about the outside world. For a second there, he felt a twinge of guilt as he recognized he’d abandoned the friends he had out there, like Lana and the Davis brothers and, apparently, Heather.
“My men…or at least one of them,” Heather huffed. “I mean, my God, GD, she snuck into his bed! That’s like a blinking, neon sign reading ‘psycho.’”
Yeah it was, but even psychos had motives. The question was, what was it? Or that was his question. Heather didn’t seem to care about the answer. She just wanted Gwen gone.
“Of course, I’d feel a whole lot better about the situation if I was certain that I was taking care of his needs, but the damn man won’t let me.”
While she might sound pissed as hell about that fact, GD could sense the underlying hurt and insecurity. It bothered him not simply because she was one of his best friends and he hated to see her doubt herself but also because he couldn’t help but wonder if he were inflicting the same kind of pain on Kitty Anne.
Maybe he was taking the wrong track here, or, maybe, he was just desperate.
“Why don’t you just tell them how you are feeling?” GD suggested, knowing it was a futile effort because that was just too simple of an answer for women. It certainly was for Kitty Anne.
“Please.” Heather snorted. “I know they’re up to something. Probably trying to prove some stupid point about how good we’d be as a family.”
“And that’s a problem?” GD frowned, not following Heather’s logic at all.
“Yes,” she snapped back, as if he were the illogical one. “You can’t prove that you’re a good family in just a matter of days. It takes time. It takes years!”
“Well then, I guess you’re going to be waiting for a while, huh?”
“Unless, of course, there is a way to accelerate the process,” Heather muttered to herself as her eyes began to glint with a look GD knew all too well.
“You mean a way to make a bigger mess out of everything, don’t you?” GD corrected her, knowing he was right. She knew it, too, and didn’t deny it.
“Oh, shut up.” Heather heaved a heavy sigh. “Don’t thin
k I don’t know whose side you are on.”
“Yours.”
“Theirs.”
“Isn’t that the same side?” GD asked pointedly, earning himself another dirty look.
“Are you ready to order?” Heather snapped, intentionally ignoring his question.
“I’m not hungry.” At least, not for food or anything else Heather could offer him. “I just stopped by to see how you were doing.”
“Well, now you know. I’m horny.”
There was a time, not but weeks past, that he’d have offered to help her with that problem. Today, though, they both just had to suffer through the pain.
“I know that look.” Heather smirked. “You’re in just as tight a spot as me, aren’t you?”
“I might be,” GD agreed, finding it a little odd to talk to Heather about Kitty Anne. It had never been an issue before, but something told him that Kitty Anne wouldn’t appreciate him confiding too much in another woman, particularly Heather.
“Oh, I forgot,” Heather muttered to herself before snickering down at him. “You’re dating Kitty Anne. I don’t know whether to celebrate the likelihood that you’re about to get yours or pity you for what’s coming.”
“And what is that?” GD challenged her, bristling slightly at Heather’s tone.
“Your downfall,” she stated succinctly, making her opinion perfectly clear. “That woman’s going to have you collared and leashed. I can already see it coming.”
“Please.” GD snorted, shifting uncomfortably. “No woman will ever leash me.”
Heather’s smile only grew at that as she turned and sauntered off to tend to the customer who came bustling into the bakery. GD recognized the older man as Mr. Wilkins, the manager of the local bank and a habitual Danish eater. He’d come for his fix, which meant he’d somehow escaped his wife. Everybody knew that Mrs. Wilkins ran a tight-fisted ship that was likely to keep Mr. Wilkins from eating himself into diabetes or an early death from a heart attack.
Lucky Mr. Wilkins. GD, on the other hand, was likely to be driven to an early grave by Kitty Anne. If not her, then by Nick, who was just as crazy as their girl. That left GD to be the sane one. More importantly, it was his job to assure that the two of them didn’t spin completely out of control.
That was just why he headed out the bakery and turned to head for the entrance to the alley that ran back behind the row of buildings fronting Main Street. Every business along the way had a back door that fed into the alley, and he headed straight for the dented, metal door that belonged to the local newspaper.
GD had to figure that was where Rachel kept her notes, given she was living with two very nosy, very protective deputies. Killian and Adam were good enough guys, but the truth was they weren’t much a match for Rachel. The girl was two steps ahead of them and headed for only God knew what kind of trouble.
One thing GD did know was that she wasn’t taking Kitty down with her. He also knew that Kitty Anne wouldn’t let anything happen to Kevin. They were tight. They were fishing buddies, and fishing buddies didn’t betray each other. Still Nick would, no doubt, feel better if GD could assure him for certain that Rachel wasn’t using Kitty Anne to work any angle.
So, he picked the lock and slipped into the back room that still housed an old-time printing press that had long ago been abandoned. Thankfully the lock had been just as old and comprised the entire security system for the offices that were still being used out front. GD slid through the shadows of the press toward the small rooms brightly lit by the sun shining through the windows that opened onto the main walk out front.
He was careful to keep an eye out for anybody passing by as he ambled over to the neatest desk in the room. Rachel’s nameplate was clearly displayed, along with her sense of organization, which actually made everything easier for GD. He found what he was looking for in only a matter of minutes, but it wasn’t exactly what he’d expected.
* * * *
Kitty Anne blinked back the tears as she read the sad tale of the little, lost boy and tried not to let how deeply upset she was show. The hero in the story had been neglected by his mom, picked on by his step-dad, and ultimately abandoned by his brother when he was thrown out of the house. That was when the kid had decided to go find his oldest brother, Patton.
Kitty Anne had to admit she was a little confused by that, but accepted that Kevin had probably altered a few details to fit the story narrative or to, maybe, mask the truth. She could see it anyway, though.
The kid was Kevin and he’d walked all the way from Louisiana, across Mississippi to end up in Pittsview, Alabama all for a sister he didn’t even know. As amazing as that tale was, the story ended there. It just stopped abruptly, but Kitty Anne knew that wasn’t the way life was.
So, she forced a smile for the boy anxiously watching her and decided to press for more. Kevin looked, as always, torn between fear and hope, and she knew him well enough now to know how desperately he wanted acceptance, wanted approval, and didn’t need pity.
“Well?” Kevin pressed, bringing Kitty Anne’s attention back to his worried scowl. “Do you like it?”
“It’s very moving,” Kitty Anne assured him before focusing on her job. “However, there are some grammatical mistakes that do distract from the power of the content.”
“Power,” Kevin repeated, blinking up at her as if Kitty Anne were some kind of angel. “You think my writing has power?”
“It could,” Kitty Anne cautioned him. “If you put the time and attention into learning some rules.”
Kevin snorted at that and glanced toward the window and the yard beyond where a large group of boys were still playing soccer. Kitty Anne could see not only his attention shift but his yearning, too, to be a part of the group. He just didn’t know how, but she might have an idea.
“You like soccer?” she asked.
“I got asthma.” Kevin shrugged as if that were some kind of answer.
“Kids with asthma can play soccer,” she informed him, knowing that didn’t make a difference. “But kids who like to write sometimes write about soccer.”
“You mean a story?” Kevin glanced back at her with a frown as if the idea confused him.
“I mean like an article.” Kitty Anne smiled, warming to her idea, even if Kevin still appeared less than convinced. “Like a sport’s journalist…for a newspaper.”
“I’m too young to work for a newspaper,” Kevin informed her sourly, as if Kitty Anne weren’t bright enough to know that fact.
“Well, what about a school paper?”
“There is no school paper.”
“Then maybe we should start one.” That was checkmate as far as Kitty Anne was concerned, but Kevin still looked far from convinced.
“And what are we going to put into a paper?” Kevin asked, clearly not thinking there was much of interest around campus to be worthy of reporting, but Kitty Anne didn’t think that was really the point. She wanted a paper, and there was going to be a paper.
“For starters, we can have a sports champion segment.”
“A what?”
“You go down there and watch the game. You figure out who you think the most valuable player is and interview him, and we’ll put him in our champion segment.”
Kevin blinked but didn’t budge as he stared up at her with open doubt. “And what if who I pick doesn’t want to be interviewed?”
“I’m sure any of them will want to be in our paper,” Kitty Anne assured him, unable to fathom who wouldn’t want to be.
“But we don’t have a paper,” Kevin pointed out once again.
Kitty Anne hung her head in defeat, though, only for the moment. Obviously, she needed to have a talk with Nick. She was sure he’d approve of the idea. There really wasn’t much he didn’t agree to as long as it kept the boys either mentally or physically active. He especially liked ideas that combined both, which was just why he should jump at the idea of a paper.
More than that, it would be a great marketing and fundraisi
ng tool. They could send it out to all the donors so that they could see what their money was being used for. Better yet, they’d see the faces of the boys they were helping. Kitty Anne might not know much about fundraising, but she had to figure that matching faces to the cause would help guilt more people into giving.
It would be good for the boys, too. It would give a chance to some of the kids who had a harder time getting involved, give them the opportunity to do so in a structured and safe way. Kids like Kevin. He wasn’t alone in the shy camp, but Kitty Anne knew that wasn’t a club Nick had ever belonged to. It was hard for him to understand how difficult a thing could be for more reserved kids.
They needed things like a little extra encouragement. All of them did. The paper could follow success stories of former students, giving the current ones something to look forward to and to work toward.
It was a perfect idea.
“Your story was very good.” Kitty Anne lifted her chin and focused back on the real subject at hand.
“Thank you.” That compliment was greeted with a relieved smile as he glanced down at the paper she was still holding. “I didn’t know if it was…you know, too sad.”
Sad wasn’t the word for it. It was a heart-wrenching tale of a kid coping not only with his mom’s mental illness but also his father’s drug abuse. The hero of the piece really was his brother, who had protected him until their mother died and the father threw the older brother out, leaving the kid no choice but to run away.
“I think it just needs a part two,” Kitty Anne declared as the quarter-of bell chimed across the campus below. It was a reminder to all that the hour mark was approaching. “I’m going to correct this, and you can pick it up in the morning. That way you can use it so that the next story you submit next week is free of these kinds of mistakes, deal?”
