There was no confusion now. I’d wanted her for so long, I was beyond sexually frustrated. I was just frustrated. A misunderstanding of fucking epic proportions had driven Kit to a different fucking state. Even worse, she’d been back in Cutthroat for five weeks. Five. Fucking. Weeks. Neither Nix or I had known. More time lost.
And now… fuck, now she was mixed up in a murder? A prime suspect because she had no alibi. She’d been covered in Erin’s blood. Her DNA was all over the body. Nix had shared this much with me, but I didn’t need the details to know she was innocent. What would be her motive? Money? Did Kit want Erin dead to take over the business for herself? Had Erin made her a beneficiary in her will? Life insurance? Erin had been twenty-five, not seventy-five. If there had been a blip on any of these questions, no doubt my office would have heard by now and put Kit behind bars.
But I’d heard nothing from the Mills family. Nothing from my boss, who no doubt played golf with Keith Mills. As prosecutor, it was my job to see the murderer put behind bars. Using evidence. Motive. Means. It was Nix’s job to find all that, mine to make a jury believe it without a shadow of a doubt.
Getting involved with the prime suspect of a murder investigation? Not a smart move. Ever since my mom had been hit and killed by a drunk driver—ever since the guy had gotten off with a slap on the wrist and a few points on his license—I’d made it my mission to see bad guys get the justice they deserved. Everything I’d done since then had been to see that happen. It wouldn’t bring my mom back, but it might give others the peace of mind, the ability to sleep at night, that I didn’t get.
Besides all that, my dad would shit a brick if he knew I was getting myself in deep with Kit Lancaster. Since he was mayor, he was probably tugging at his shirt collar worrying that a killer in Cutthroat wouldn’t be found. That wouldn’t sit right with the voters. Oh, he loved having a son in the DA’s office—to him our two jobs were like peanut butter and jelly for keeping the town safe—but not one who fucked the prime suspect.
Regardless of her being called that, Kit was innocent. Sure, if she were on trial, being with her would be a disaster, not only for the case, but for my job. The defense team would cite anything from conflict of interest to tampering with the defendant. The case would be thrown out. I’d be fired. Hell, I’d probably be disbarred.
But Kit was innocent. This wasn’t some easy lay. Fuck, no. This was Kit Lancaster. I was marrying this woman. She wasn’t a murderer. She was mine. Ours.
She wouldn’t be arrested. She wouldn’t go to trial. There was no conflict of interest. Nix would prove she wasn’t involved, that she was innocent. That would come. Tonight? I was going to make sure Kit did. On my cock. On my tongue. All night long.
When Nix stepped back, he leaned down, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Fuck, yes.
“Nix!” she squealed as she pounded his back, one of her flip flops falling off, but he didn’t stop, carrying her out of the office and down the hall. “Your truck,” he called to me as he headed toward the stairs, not waiting. “And don’t forget her bag.”
Grinning, I grabbed Kit’s keys, the bag and the flip flop, turned off the lights, locked the door, then followed, shifting my dick in my pants so I could walk comfortably.
We didn’t say anything as we drove to Nix’s house, which was closer than mine. I wasn’t sure how long I could last with her soft scent filling the cab. Kit seemed stunned into silence by the kisses, by the truth behind them. I got harder thinking about how she’d react when we did more than kiss her.
Nix’s place was an old—as in serious fixer-upper—bungalow a few blocks off of Main, thankfully not more than a mile from the event planning office. He’d bought it a few years earlier and had been restoring it in his free time. The guest bedroom had no walls at the moment, which worked fine since we had no intention of using it. We’d be with Kit in Nix’s bed.
Nix opened his front door, and I took Kit’s hand, led her to the couch, tugged her into my lap.
“Donovan,” she breathed, trying to wiggle off.
I held her still with my hand at her belly, my fingers slipping beneath the t-shirt and pressing into the silky skin. Everywhere, she was soft, warm. So small, yet a perfect fit. “Kitty Kat, keep moving your ass like that and we won’t be talking.”
It was then she felt my dick pressing against her hip, hard and thick and ready to fuck, and stilled.
I wanted her. I wanted her naked and beneath me. Above me. Between me and Nix. But I wanted answers first. She’d thought we were into each other, and that meant we needed to get some shit straightened out.
Nix grabbed a chair, slid it so it was directly in front of us. Sat. One of his knees bumped her thigh. Penned her in so she couldn’t flee again. “Explain.”
I watched her swallow, look up from her lap to me, then Nix. Besides kissing her earlier, we’d never been this close before. Her eyes were dark, but a chocolate color. Freckles dotted her nose, her cheeks were flushed and her lips… I remembered just what they felt like now. Her hair, usually long and sleek, was a little wild. So were her emotions. Mine, too.
“Before I left, you invited me over to work on the Policemen’s Ball.”
Nix nodded. “I remember. Early December. We were on the committee together.”
“I… I was interested in you.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “A lot. Both of you actually.”
Hearing her say that had my dick throb. “Kitty Kat,” I growled.
“That’s why I volunteered, a reason to be with you. We’d met before for coffee and stuff to plan, but you invited me over… here.” She pushed an errant strand of hair that had escaped her messy ponytail away from her face, her elbow bumping my chest. “God, I was a mess. So nervous. I was going to tell you how I felt, that I was crazy because I was interested in both of you. I mean, two guys. I got here, went to the door and was about to knock, but I saw you guys through the window.”
She tipped her head toward the window to the right of the front door.
Nix frowned. “What did you see?”
She glanced up at me through those dark lashes. A hint of pain. Embarrassment. “You came out of Nix’s bedroom in just a towel.”
I thought back. Nix had called me, told me Kit was coming over. That it was the night to tell her how we felt. To hope she felt the same way. But she never came, and we never saw her again. Until now.
“I remember that,” I replied. “I helped someone with a flat tire on the way over. The weather had warmed up so the snow had melted some. It was sloppy. By the time I was done, I was muddy and wet. I got dirt and grease all over myself and my clothes. I took a shower to get cleaned up.”
“My guest bathroom was gutted then in the remodel,” Nix added. “He used the master.”
“But I saw you,” she said to me. “You said something to Nix. I couldn’t hear obviously since the windows were closed, but you were both smiling. Then you… you—”
“I what?” I asked, watching her blush furiously.
“You were hard. Even from the porch, I couldn’t miss it beneath the towel.”
I grinned. “I’m big, Kitty Kat.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled a little.
“I was hard for you. To finally tell you how I felt.”
“How we felt,” Nix clarified.
I sighed. “I’m sure we were talking about how we were going to get you naked and in bed. Which one of us was going to eat your pussy first.” Shifting my hips, I prodded her with my dick. “See? Just talking about it makes me even harder.”
“But then… then you went into the bedroom together,” she added. “What was I supposed to think?”
“That I pulled a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt from my clean laundry pile for him?” Nix asked.
I could see her mind starting to work, to doubt what she’d believed. “Besides that, there was the table.”
“Table?” Nix wondered.
She looked to him, pointed toward the dining room table. “Wi
ne. Fancy plates. Like a date.”
“Exactly. Three place settings,” I said on an exhale, having set the table myself before I got in the shower.
“You invited me for chili!” she all but shouted at Nix, pushing off my lap.
I let her get up, let her pace. She was realizing the mistake had cost us all. I felt her frustration since it matched my own.
“Then there were candles! With Donovan in a towel and with a raging hard on, I thought you were into each other.”
I could see where she could have jumped to the conclusion.
“I figured you were going to tell me your secret, that you were… together. In a way, I was happy for you, that you found each other, that you were together, but sad because I’d misunderstood. I left because I felt like a fool, but also to give you space to do your thing.”
I glared at Nix. “I told you, fucker. Chili isn’t what you serve the woman you want to claim.”
Nix ground his teeth together. Took a moment before he spoke. “Donovan told me off about the stupid chili earlier in the day, that it wasn’t good enough for our first pseudo-date with you. He made me pull out the candles my mother insisted I have in the house. Donovan brought carry-out out from that Italian place you like.”
She looked between us. “Then you’re not… you don’t… you’re not gay.”
I grinned, pleased to see how relieved she was at the idea, that we knew now—from her very lips—that she was into both of us. Still.
“The only time I’m getting buck naked with Nix is if you’re between us.”
Her mouth fell open and she looked down at the two of us. Stunned. Happy. Something.
“Weren’t those kisses earlier enough proof?” I asked. We’d talked. We’d clarified. It was time to move on to more pleasurable things. My dick had been blue since the night she mentioned over a year ago. I’d wanted her then. I wanted her now.
She grinned then. So fucking beautiful. She shook her head. “No. I think I need more.”
Reaching out, I grabbed her hand, tugged her into my lap again, one of her knees settling on either side of my hips so she straddled me. “That can be arranged. Right, Nix?”
It was my turn to pick her up and carry her. This time to Nix’s room. To his bed. Nothing was going to keep us from making her ours now.
5
KIT
I hooked my legs around Donovan’s waist, crossing my ankles.
God, they weren’t in love with each other. They weren’t a couple. I’d been mistaken. So very wrong that winter night. But what I’d seen… it looked like they were a couple. But perhaps it was my insecurities about myself that had had me fleeing. I could have knocked, asked. I could have congratulated them on their relationship. Anything that would have given them a moment to clear things up.
But no. That hadn’t happened. We’d lost a year. God, I’d moved away!
I couldn’t think about that now. We were together now. Here. That was what I could focus on, and it was easy to do so when I was in Donovan’s arms. God, he felt good. So strong, so manly in comparison to me. He was hard muscled where I was soft.
He stopped in front of Nix’s bed. Nix followed behind us, flipped on the light switch. The lamp beside the bed came on, set the room with a soft glow.
“We want you, Kitty Kat.”
His hands were under my ass, holding me up. My ankles barely crossed behind his back he was so broad. I had to tip my head back to look up at him, to see the heat in his eyes. The need. The want.
“I understand,” I whispered, glancing at Nix over his shoulder. Both of them were here with me. It was a dream come true. Definitely every one of my fantasies.
“Do you?”
I nodded, although perhaps not the depth of it. I’d been with Lucas Mills and one other guy back in college, but that had been it. I wasn’t wildly experienced and certainly never been with two guys at the same time before. While this was what I wanted, I was definitely jumping into new territory when it came to sex.
He lowered his head, kissed me. God, the kiss earlier had been fierce. Consuming. This was gentle, almost a brushing of his lips over mine. But I felt the heat of him, the hard press of his dick against my pussy, his hands spanning my bottom, gripping hard. He held me as if I weighed nothing, kissed me as if I gave him life.
He groaned.
“That night, we were going to tell you how we felt. We wanted you to know that you were it for us.”
Nix moved to stand at my side. While Donovan held me, Nix stroked my hair. “That’s right. We wanted you then, we want you now.”
I grinned, rolled my hips. I might be less than experienced, but it didn’t keep me from being eager. I wasn’t shy about my sexuality, I just hadn’t had tons of opportunity to use it. “I know; I can feel how much Donovan wants me.”
Though I wasn’t a virgin, I was pretty much a born-again virgin since it had been long enough. Could I handle both of them? I had a feeling they were big everywhere.
Nix shook his head, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “For keeps. This isn’t a one-night stand. This isn’t casual.”
“We take you tonight and you’re ours,” Donovan stated. “No going back.”
My heart was practically beating out of my chest. No going back? “You mean—”
“Forever, Kit,” Nix added.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. “Yes.”
Nix’s hand slid down my hair, tugged gently at the long length, tipping my head back. Angled it so he could kiss me. His tongue found mine, took my mouth like I knew his cock would take my pussy.
Donovan growled and Nix stepped back. He lowered me to the bed, leaned over and set a hand beside my head. The corner of his mouth tipped up as his gaze roved over my face. “I can’t believe you’re here. With us,” he murmured, as if in awe. “Fuck, we wanted you in bed like this that night. Now we have you.”
I nodded, bit my lip. Lifting my hand, I cupped the back of his head, felt the silky softness of his hair. His eyes fell closed, as if the simplest of touches pleasured him. In that moment, I felt powerful.
“Yes?” he asked, perhaps to ensure I was okay with being with him, with both of them, one last time.
“Yes, Donovan.” I turned my head to Nix, who stood beside the bed, watchful and waiting. “Yes, Nix. I want this. I want both of you. I have for years.”
As if those words were all that held them back, Donovan’s fingers curled into the top of my sweatpants, slid them down my thighs.
“Oh fuck,” Nix murmured when he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I’d only had on my sleep shorts and tank top this morning, and the hospital had given me the clothes, but no panties or bra. While Nix had brought me a bag of my clothes, they hadn’t given me any chance to change into them.
“Kitty Kat,” Donovan growled. He looked up at me from the foot of the bed. The sweatpants were on the floor, but his hands were on my ankles. His hold was gentle, but when I tried to close my legs, he didn’t allow it. “If I’d known your pussy was bare underneath, I’d have blown my load back at the office.”
I grinned at his situation, but I was also self-conscious. I wasn’t tall, skinny and big boobed like Erin. I was short, curvy and had decent Bs. The only exercise I got was of the free variety. Walking. And I never passed a donut I didn’t like. When the rubber hit the road, or my back hit Nix’s bed, would I be enough?
“I want to kiss that mouth,” Donovan began. “But now… fuck. I’ve got other things to kiss first.”
I frowned, but gasped when he dropped to his knees, tugged my ankles right over his shoulders. “Oh my god.”
Lifting my head just enough, I looked at Donovan between my parted thighs. Right there. He glanced up at me, his blue eyes darker than usual. His jaw was clenched, his hands, warm, yet firm on my inner thighs.
“I want this… but Erin. With all that’s happened, is this right?” I asked, practically panting. “I mean, she’s dead and we’re—”
Nix set his hand on the bed, w
hich made it dip. He reached out, brushed his fingers over my hair. It seemed it was something he really liked to do. I tipped my cheek into his palm. “Now is the exactly the right time. It just shows how much time we’ve lost. How we can’t waste any more of it. How important you are. We want to make you feel alive.”
I nodded, and he leaned down to kiss me. When I blinked my eyes open, he was studying me, his face so close. Erin would have been the first to cheer me on for a wild night with two hotties.
“Yes,” I whispered as I felt Donovan’s thumbs making circles on my inner thighs.
Nix pushed off, nodded to Donovan.
Donovan didn’t say anything, just put his mouth on my pussy as he’d wanted. Kissed me right on top of my clit. Then licked, sliding down to my entrance and back up.
“How’s she taste?” Nix asked.
I blinked up at him, watched as he took his shirt off. I couldn’t miss the hard press of his cock as it angled up to the right of his belt buckle. Thick and long, it looked like a pipe in his jeans. My hips rolled as Donovan licked me again, distracting me. Somehow, he flattened and firmed his tongue so it rasped up every sensitive inch of me. My hips rolled into him wanting that again. Forever.
“Like fucking heaven.”
My eyes fell closed. I’d had a guy there before, but it had never been like this. Hell, he’d needed a map to find my clit. Donovan, though, knew what he was doing and seemed to revel in it. It wasn’t a chore to him, it was like my pussy was a feast and he’d been fasting. I was close to coming already. When he slid one finger, then two, inside me and curled them in some magical way, I cried out. Reached down and held on to his head. Squeezed my thighs into his ears.
“Donovan,” I gasped. Begged.
He must have translated that to mean, harder. Faster. Add another finger because he did all that. I came on a scream. My back arched. My fingers dug into his hair. Tugged. My head tipped back. I’d never come so hard in my life and when the pleasure waned and he gentled his actions, I slumped into the bed. A grin spread across my face.
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