“I like seeing our girl looking like that,” Nix said.
I had enough energy to tip my head down, to look at Donovan. He was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a sly grin on his face. Yeah, he was proud of himself. He should be. With skills like that…
“Got her all soft and ready for you,” Donovan told Nix, then kissed my calf and stood.
I blinked up at Nix, who tossed something to Donovan. A condom. He held another one in his hand, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. How could I when he was naked?
Wow. I turned so I wasn’t falling off the bed, propped myself up to look at him. I knew he was in good shape, but he belonged on a fitness magazine cover. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders. A smattering of dark hair was on his chest, which tapered over his washboard abs and into a thin line that went straight to his dick. And what a dick! I licked my lips at the sight as he rolled a condom on. Long and thick, it was a darker shade than the rest of his body. It jutted up from dark curls and almost to his navel. My pussy clenched in eagerness, but would it all fit?
His thick thighs flexed as he moved onto the bed, reached out and pulled me so he was on his back and I was on half on top of him. His skin was so warm. Soft, but the hard muscles beneath reminded me of how manly he was. And the way his cock pressed against my thigh, how virile.
I wasn’t just soft and ready, I was lust-crazed. Eager. A tongue-made orgasm was just a warmup. I wanted more, so I took. Straddling one of his thighs, I started to rub against Nix as I kissed him. His hand moved to my hair, held me in place. He took over, licking into my mouth as he flipped us. Only when I was whimpering and writhing did he move his head lower, finding a nipple, licking it then sucking on it. The rhythmic pull went right to my clit.
“Nix!” I cried, trying to shift my hips so I could get his cock in me.
Lifting his head, he looked down at me with a sexy smile. “Got a greedy pussy?”
I nodded, reached down and gripped his dick. I could barely close my fingers around him. He hissed out a breath and stiffened. “Fuck, Kit.”
“Now,” I whispered, rolling my hips up so he sank into me, just enough to tease us both.
He groaned, pushed forward. “Oh fuck.”
He was big and taking him was hard, but I was so wet that he was able to push forward, pull back, a little bit at a time until he was in all the way. I felt his balls bump my bottom.
I exhaled, relaxed my hands which had been pressing against his chest.
He kissed me again as he began to fuck me. Deep strokes that hit my clit every time. I couldn’t get enough air, and I turned my head to the side. Cried out his name.
I blinked my eyes open, saw Donovan beside the bed. Watching as he worked his dick.
In the moment, I’d forgotten about him. Knowing he was watching me get fucked by his friend made me wetter. Nix nipped at my neck when he felt it. This was so dirty. Filthy, getting fucked by two men. But this wasn’t just any two men. This was Nix and Donovan. They would never hurt me. They’d take care of me. Make all of my worries slip away. Catch me when I fell.
And that pushed me over the edge, the knowledge I could let go and they’d be there, watching and keeping me safe. I came on a gasp, pulling my knees back so I could take even more of Nix. My inner walls clenched down on him. He groaned and fucked me harder, becoming wild in his motions until he thrust hard one last time, held himself deep and came.
His breath fanned my neck, our bodies were slick with sweat. It had been so good, my fingers tingled. I had thought about being with Nix as my vibrator got me off, but it had been nothing like this. Not even close. And I wasn’t even done.
Nix reached between us, held onto the base of the condom as he pulled out, sat back on his heels. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He grinned, his eyes sated and happy.
I smiled shyly up at him. My pussy throbbed, almost ached from the pounding. But I was ready for more.
“How do you want her, Donovan?”
“Hands and knees, Kitty Kat. Face the bathroom so when Nix comes out, he can watch you get fucked.”
Nix moved off the bed and gave me a wink before he went to dispose of the condom. I rolled and looked at Donovan as I moved as he wanted. Compared him to Nix.
Donovan was bigger. Everywhere. He was just a larger man. Football big. Legs like tree trunks. Torso like a barrel. Dick like a third arm.
“Like what you see?” he asked, giving himself another stroke.
I nodded, licked my lips.
“Fuck, Kitty Kat. You can suck me off another time. I tasted that gorgeous pussy. It’s time to fuck it.”
He stalked around the bed and I turned my head to watch him as he moved. Kneeling on the bed behind me, his hand slid down the length of my back.
“You wet for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, as he slid a finger through my folds.
“Sore?”
I shook my head.
“Ready for more dick?”
I wiggled my hips. “Please, Donovan.”
Gripping the base, he slid the head over me. “Please, what?”
“Please give me more dick. Ahhhh!”
He didn’t wait, slid into me in one slow push. Where Nix had been big, Donovan was thicker, stretching me so much. Where Nix had been a touch wild, Donovan was controlled. Completely opposite of their personalities.
A big hand settled on my shoulder as he began to take me, keeping me from moving across the bed. His other hand cupped my breast, played with the nipple.
That was how Nix saw me when he came out of his bathroom. Being fucked from behind and taken hard.
“Shit, I’m hard again,” he swore.
He was. His dick was growing as I watched. My fingers clenched the blanket as Donovan wrung the pleasure from me, slow enough to be almost torture. Perhaps he was moving carefully because of his size, but it was so good. I pushed back as he thrust to get as much of him as I could. I’d never come three times before, but I was ready to do so again. I’d never been so eager. So… hot for it.
“Nix, come here,” I said, my voice sounding so unlike my own, all sultry and breathy.
He stepped close and I reached out, gripped his cock and pulled him closer. He didn’t resist, not one bit. I was in just the right position to lick him, then take him into my mouth. He was clean tasting and smooth against my tongue. Yet hard and big enough to doubt I’d be able to take all of him.
“Kit,” he moaned.
I was being bold. I’d never been like this before. Wild. Passionate to have one man fuck me while I sucked another one off. These two pulled it out of me, brought out a side I’d never known. They weren’t complaining. In fact, they liked it. Liked me this way and that made me even hotter.
I sucked Nix as best I could as Donovan fucked me. All three of us together, giving each other pleasure. None of us lasted long, for it was just too good. Nix, who’d come just a short time ago, came first, his salty essence coating my tongue. He pulled out and I came, the pleasure like a rolling wave, taking me under. That finished Donovan off and he pulled me up and back so I was pressed against him, straddling his thighs. “Kitty Kat,” he breathed into my ear as I felt him pulse and fill the condom.
I must have passed out in his arms because I vaguely remembered a washcloth between my thighs, a blanket being pulled over me. A hard body to nestle against. I just knew I was content. Sated.
6
NIX
I lay awake thinking about the case. Kit was tucked into my side, her arm over my belly, one leg tucked over mine. I was hard, again, but I ignored it as best I could. I’d come twice and while my balls should have been empty, I wanted her again. I didn’t think it would ever stop, this need.
But now she was in my arms. Her scent filled the air, along with the tang of sex. And that made me even harder. She’d been wild. Passionate. Naughty. Just as I’d expected. She was so reserved, kept her emotions on lockdown all the time. I didn’t blame her, not with her mom the way she was. The wom
an could be set off by anything. News. The weather. Hell, even the mailman knocking on the door. Kit had learned to hide any kind of intense emotions. Too much excitement or too much worry could destroy Mrs. Lancaster’s perfectly balanced life. That was how Kit had worded it, and it made sense.
But it made it hard on Kit. No kid should have to mother a parent. No high schooler should have to work full time to make ends meet. She shouldn’t be a mom to her own mom. But she was.
She’d gone it alone for so long. But now she had us. Donovan and I were in this with her. When we’d said there was no going back, we’d meant it. We would, though, need a bigger fucking bed.
While mine was king-sized, Donovan was too fucking big for the three of us to fit comfortably. Kit was practically draped over me, but we needed space. But that was an easy fix. We’d just move somewhere that fit all of us.
What wasn’t so easy was the fucking murder of Erin Mills. How was I going to handle an investigation and a relationship with one of the suspects? It would have to be a secret, of course. It wouldn’t matter once Kit was cleared, but until then… we had to be careful.
Kit stirred, mumbled. I stroked her hip with the hand that was wrapped around her, but she didn’t settle.
“No,” she cried, then sat up and gasped.
Doing so, she elbowed me in the crotch. I angled my thigh fortunately, which kept my dick from getting hit.
She sat there, gasping. Even in the dark, I could see her blink, trying to clear the nightmare. Tried to figure out where she was.
“Kit, shh, it’s okay. You’re here with us. You’re safe.”
Donovan stirred, came up on his elbow on the far side of the bed.
“Nightmare?” he murmured.
Kit’s body was glorious with just the soft glow of moonlight. The sheet was about her waist, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples were dark circles, soft and lickable. Yup, I was fucking hard.
“God, I had a nightmare,” she said, brushing her hair back with a shaky hand. “All I could see was Erin. Dead on the floor.” She looked at her hands. “I can still feel the blood.”
I sat up, ran a hand up and down her arm, trying to soothe her, trying to get her mind on the here and now. “You’re safe.”
“But Erin—”
“I know. It’s my job to find out what happened to her.”
She nodded, turned to look at me. “Okay.”
“It’s my job to take care of you.”
I meant it.
“That’s right, Kitty Kat,” Donovan said. His hand stroked her bare back. We were both touching her, both letting her know we were right here with her. “You’re not alone anymore.”
She dropped down onto my chest, tucked her face into my shoulder. “Hold me.”
Fuck, yes. I wrapped my arms around her, cupped her head with the back of my hand, cupped her ass with the other, keeping her as close to me as possible.
She breathed, and I felt her relax into my hold. But then she shifted so my cock was right at her entrance. Fuck, the heat of her on the tip made my balls ache. She was wet, too, coating me.
“Please, Nix.” She moved in my hold, pushing herself down on me. Who was I to deny a woman who needed my dick?
I groaned and let my hands roam as she settled on me so I filled her completely. “Kit,” I groaned, then somehow remembered. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill. I want… need nothing between us.” She tipped her chin up, looked at me in the darkness. “Make me forget.”
That was all it took. I settled my hands on her hips, helped her lift and lower as I thrust up and into her. The feel of her, bare, had me close to coming and she’d barely moved. She was so hot, so wet. The feel of taking her with no latex barrier… the sweetest thing in the world. She sat up, put her hands on my chest, began to ride me. Her head fell back, her long hair tickling my thighs.
Donovan shifted so he could reach her, cupped and played with her breasts as she found her pleasure in me. Forgot everything but the feel of being possessed. Protected.
Of not being alone.
“This is happening so fast,” she said as she circled her hips.
“Fast?” I replied. Sweat dotted my brow. “Kit, this between the three of us, it’s been happening for years. It’s just intense. It’s never been like this before. Ever.”
She stilled, my cock buried deep as she looked down at me. At Donovan. “I know.”
“We’ll always be here for you,” he said, tugging on her nipple. That made her forget everything and ride me like the most perfect cowgirl until she came all over my cock. Until I filled her with my cum. Yeah, there was no going back now. She was fucking mine.
***
KIT
I stirred when Donovan kissed my forehead. I smiled, snuggled into the covers and opened my eyes.
“Hi,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I wanted to say goodbye.”
Lifting the blanket over my mouth, I said, “Don’t get close. I have awful morning breath.”
He grinned. “Nothing about you is awful.”
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t lower the blanket.
“I have to get to the office.”
I looked to the other side of the bed—empty—and then back at Donovan. “Where’s Nix?” I breathed in the scent of coffee and Donovan’s spicy aftershave. Definitely something I could get used to.
“He left early. You were out cold.”
“You guys wore me out.”
They had. I was relaxed in a way only several orgasms could achieve. I was also a little sore. To say they were vigorous and thorough lovers was an understatement. And two men? My body totally got worked. I was also exhausted. The nightmare hadn’t helped at all.
He grinned, stepped back. “If I don’t get out of here, I’ll be getting back in bed with you.”
Yes, please.
“I’ve got to go to my apartment, shower and get ready for work.”
It was then I noticed he was in the clothes from the night before. I’d assumed—until last night—that Donovan and Nix lived together.
“Your car’s in the driveway. We went and picked it up from your office.”
“You went and got it for me?”
He shrugged. “Figured you’d need it.”
Everything came back in a rush and my smile slipped. The good feelings slid away. How could I have forgotten?
Erin was dead.
I pushed myself up in bed, leaned against the pillows and the headboard, tugged the sheet up so I was well-covered. Murdered friends and sexy times didn’t go together.
My eyes felt gritty with lack of sleep and I rubbed them. I needed coffee and soon. “I’ll call Nix and find out when he wants me to give my statement.”
“He told me to tell you nine.”
I glanced at the bedside clock. Seven forty-five. “Sure.”
“Be careful.”
I remembered Erin’s bloody body. “Should I be worried?”
He sighed. “The murderer’s out there.”
I didn’t need that reminder.
“You have no idea how fiercely protective I am of you, but this situation is a mess. We finally get you… here”—he tugged gently at the sheet—“and Nix is off trying to get your name off the suspect list.”
“He’s worried about his job? How being with me will affect him?”
“He’s worried about you.”
“And you?” I asked.
He smiled. “Kitty Kat.” He didn’t say more on the subject. “We can’t call you since your phone records are being checked. While I’m not ashamed of us, I don’t need to screw up the investigation. I’ll get in touch with you later.”
With a wink, he was gone.
Screw up the investigation.
I had nothing to do with Erin’s murder, but I was tangled in it. Being with Nix and Donovan could screw not just with the investigation, but with their jobs. Fucking a suspect probably wasn’t a good idea. If I were clea
red, then was us being together okay? I didn’t know the nuances of the law, but I knew they were the ones putting their careers on the line. Not me. I had no career.
I climbed from the bed, my earlier happiness about being in Nix’s bed pretty much gone. Alone, reality returned.
I found my overnight bag on the vanity in the bathroom. I showered, using the soap and shampoo that smelled like Nix, and pulled myself together. Nix had packed me jeans and two shirts, sandals, toothbrush and hairbrush. He’d included no makeup or hair products, so while clothed, I’d certainly be casual.
As for underwear, he’d found the sexiest and skimpiest silk panties and matching bra. Knowing how Nix felt about me, about what he liked to do to me, it only made my pussy clench in eagerness for him.
After making Nix’s bed, I sat at his kitchen table as I worked on my first cup of coffee—someone had left a full pot for me—and called Eddie Nickel. He answered on the second ring. “Hi, Mr. Nickel, this is Kit Lancaster.” I tried to sound bright and cheerful.
“Kit! You caught me on a break between shoots.”
He sounded very upbeat for first thing in the morning. I was finishing my first hit of caffeine, but it sounded like he was on his fifth.
“Eddie, remember? No one calls me Mr. Nickel.”
He was casual. Far too casual for my liking, but I had a feeling that was the way of Hollywood stars. Everyone knew him, therefore everyone was a friend. In his forties, he hadn’t quite hit over-the-hill status in films. For men, they didn’t age, they matured. He was handsome, incredibly so. He knew it. Women flocked to him which gave him the validation he clearly craved. I’d never fawned over him. He wasn’t my type. Erin was—had been—friends with his daughter, Poppy. We’d all gone to school together.
I liked Poppy. As for Shane, he was a year ahead in school, but our paths didn’t cross that much. They were both really nice and well-adjusted considering their father’s ego and his being off shooting a movie more than he’d been at home, but I learned early enough to be jaded about rich parents. Money could buy pretty much anything, except love. Parents who actually gave a shit.
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