Fourkeeps: Ever After Duet, Book 2

by Jayne Rylon

  “Did you just proposition us for limo sex?” Josh asked, then snorted. “Because for the record, I am totally down for that.”

  “Let’s go.” Ford took Kari’s hand in his and laced their fingers. He sped toward the elevator and Bronson, who waited out by the curb.

  Kari didn’t have any trouble keeping his pace. The long strides made her seem even more glamorous in her mile-high heels and sparkly dress.

  During the descent in the elevator, Josh had to blink to keep from being blinded by her. Not all of the brilliance came from what she was wearing. He swore she was glowing from the inside out and he would do anything in his power to keep it that way for the entire night.

  The three partners formed a triangle around her when they left the building, even for the short crossing to their limo. Bronson was standing guard, looking in every direction, on high alert despite his calm façade. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to forget that despite the epic distraction Kari made, they needed to stay vigilant. There were still plenty of landmines, including that fuckwad Marty, they could stomp on by accident.

  Brady held the door for Kari as Ford climbed in first and held his hand out to her. Josh put his palm low on her back as he ushered her inside. Before Kari’s ass had even hit the seat, Ford was rolling up the tinted partition between them and Bronson. The guy was more like family than an employee and they rarely used that feature of the car.

  That had to be a dead giveaway of what was about to happen. When only a sliver of space remained between it and the roof of the car, Ford instructed, “Drive slowly.”

  “Yes, sir,” the man said with a grin Kari wouldn’t be able to miss in the rearview mirror.

  What would she think of that?

  Josh froze, afraid she would be spooked when she realized that Bronson, and everyone else that saw them tonight, would know exactly what the score was between them. There was no hiding the way he—or the other guys—looked at her. How they touched her, and were about to touch her a whole lot more right then…if she’d let them.

  16

  Kari laughed when she saw Bronson’s smile. She flashed him a thumbs-up right before the dark glass slid into place, granting her and her guys ultimate privacy for the time it took to reach their destination.

  Brady shut the door behind him as he perched beside her, with Josh and Ford across from them. The three men were sitting stark still, riveted to her expression, as if she’d just shocked the hell out of them.

  “What?” she asked them with a smug smile. “Did you think I’d be embarrassed?”

  Josh shrugged one shoulder, as if that was exactly what he’d thought, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not.” Kari licked her lips as she scanned over the three of them. “I’m proud.”

  Honored that she could be what these three virile, very eligible bachelors wanted…and even seemed to need. So she didn’t waste a single second in proving it to them.

  Kari slid to the floor of the car. Plush carpeting padded her knees as she reached a hand out to Ford on her right and Josh on her left.

  “Brady, I want you to sit between them.” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was doing as commanded. When he approached, they played automobile Twister until she had each of them where she preferred them.

  “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind…” Ford narrowed his eyes at her.

  “Too bad.” She sliced her hand through the air. “Shut up, and show me your cock.”

  Ford growled, then practically ripped his pants open.

  “How can you look so sweet yet talk so dirty?” Brady asked appreciatively.

  “It’s all an illusion.” Kari smiled a little sadly. Was she just playing dress-up tonight? Or pretending she knew what to do with these three guys?

  Josh laughed. “Nah. I believe the old Kari, the one with her hair in a bun and those ugly suits, was the imposter. You were hiding in there all along.”

  “Except we see you,” Ford told her as he held out his hand to her. “We always have.”

  She squeezed his fingers. He used their connection to yank her hand to his hard-on. He wrapped her fist around his shaft and threw his head back. “Do whatever you want with me. With us. Later it’ll be our turn.”

  Power flooded her veins. Sure, she might have been the one kneeling before them, but she had absolute authority. She planned to make certain they were every bit as amped up as she was. And she didn’t have any intention of relieving the pressure before they returned home that night.

  It seemed only fair considering how often she’d drooled over them during meetings at the office. Besides, the function wasn’t that far from their building, in one of the most posh neighborhood of the city. She didn’t have enough time to see to each of them properly.

  Kari looked at Josh and then at Brady, who were observing her pumping Ford’s cock. She lifted one perfectly arched brow at them, then asked, “Why aren’t you two being as good as Ford?”

  “Oh. Right.” Josh swallowed hard as he undid his pants, but he never took his eyes off the spot where her flesh met Ford’s. “He always was the smart one.”

  Brady hummed. “I like this side of you.”

  “Good, then show me how much. Do as I say.” Kari gestured with her chin to the front of his bulging pants. It turned her on to see their formalwear in perfect order from the waist up and their stiffening cocks jutting from beneath crisp white shirts.

  She couldn’t help but pause for Josh and Brady to finish situating themselves. So she used her free hand to sneak beneath the thigh-high slit in her dress and rub her pussy through the delicate lace of her underwear. Of course, that didn’t help alleviate the ache there in the least.

  “I can have Bronson take a detour,” Ford told her.

  “No.” She shook her head. “It’ll be better if we wait until we’re home again.”

  “Can I object?” Josh groaned and banged his head on the window hard enough that she winced. “On the grounds that I might die before then.”

  “Being horny won’t kill you.” Brady laughed at his friend’s antics. “It will be fun to see you squirming beneath the dinner table, though. If I have to suffer, so should you.”

  Kari shut them all up when she retracted her hand from under her dress. She held her fingers up to Josh, who didn’t hesitate. First he smelled them, inhaling the blended scent of her arousal and the fancy perfume they’d placed in her room. It was intoxicating, even to her.

  Then he leaned forward and took the digits into his mouth. He sucked on them. The resulting zing of sensation reminded her of what she had in store for them. If she didn’t hurry, she’d miss her chance to play the seductress for once.

  While Josh swirled his tongue around her fingers, she leaned forward and nuzzled Brady’s shaft and balls. Her other hand tightened on Ford, using the pad of her thumb to stroke the underside of his cock. She withdrew her wet fingers from Josh’s mouth and treated his cock to a simultaneous massage.

  “Son of a bitch!” he growled at the ceiling of the limo.

  Ford, however, was watching her. He hardly blinked, preferring instead to study her as she manipulated all three of them at once. Admiration shone from his gaze, and his cock hardened fully in her grasp. He was turned on by her assertiveness, appreciative of her taking initiative.

  She angled her face so she could lip Brady’s balls before kissing her way from the base of his shaft up to the tip. When her mouth settled over his cockhead and she began to suck, Brady moaned. His hands flew to his seatbelt as if he was afraid he might launch out the moon-roof of the limo.

  “That feels incredible,” he rasped.

  “I know. She sucked the hell out of me on the piano the other night.” Ford’s bragging did something to her. It stoked the fire burning within her and encouraged her to be even more forward, even more brave.

  Josh grunted. “I remember. That was…amazing. So is this. More, Kari.”

  She obliged him, sp
eeding up the glide of her fist over his length. The upward thrust of his hips knocked into the side of her hand as he pushed through the ring of her fingers, enhancing her motions. “Sit still, Josh. Take what I give you. Don’t be greedy.”

  Ford laughed. “You’re a little too good at this, I think.”

  “You don’t like what I’m doing?” She added a twist of her wrist at the top of her strokes so that her palm brushed the sensitive ridge of his corona.

  “I definitely did not say that.” He stared directly into her eyes when he admitted, “I could come already.”

  “Don’t you dare.” She shocked even herself when she instinctively removed her hand and slapped his cock, just enough to get his attention.

  Except it only seemed to make him harder. A bead of precome emerged from the tip of his dick and rolled downward. She hummed as she descended on Brady again.

  It was the next best thing to tasting Ford.

  Brady groaned. “If you think he’s about to shoot…”

  Kari stole his ability to speak when she relaxed her throat, dropped her jaw, then let him deep inside. She swallowed around him while her hands mimicked the treatment as best they could on Josh and Ford.

  All three guys went silent.

  It was kind of a miracle, really.

  Kari smiled around Brady’s cock as she spent the next several minutes trying to give them even a fraction of the pleasure they’d bestowed on her the past week, each night they’d spent together in their shared room. It still seemed like a dream. An indulgent, naughty, wicked dream.

  The slight soreness in her thighs and the ache in her pussy told her it had been very real.

  She couldn’t wait to do it again.

  Just the thought of them taking turns filling her, fucking into her from over, under, and behind made her wanton. She sucked harder while her hands flew over Josh and Ford’s shafts.

  A bead of sweat trickled down Brady’s forehead. His feet drummed on the floor.

  A few more seconds…

  “Kari, stop,” Ford grumbled, nudging her shoulder until Brady’s cock slipped from her mouth with a moist pop.

  “Why? Are you going to come?” She smiled then, hoping she could push him right up to the edge again.

  “I could, but you don’t want me to, so I’m holding out.” Ford tucked himself back into his pants, then leveled a stare at the other guys. “We’re here. You’d better put those away unless you want to make the front page of every tabloid in a true story, for once.”

  As they rolled to a stop, Josh and Brady scrambled to tame their dicks enough to get their tuxes to fit. Kari reluctantly released them, then slid onto the seat behind her, trying to catch her breath for a moment before facing the crowd.

  The fact that Bronson didn’t immediately come open the door made Kari love him even more than she already had.

  “Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” Ford asked as she reapplied her lipstick then gave her face one last check in her compact mirror before tucking it back into her purse.

  She nodded, a grin curling one side of her mouth. “Of course. I think I screwed myself over too, though. I’m so wet. And turned on…”

  “We still have five minutes before we’re officially late,” Brady said somewhat innocently, although his implication was anything but.

  “There’s no reason we should all suffer,” Josh added.

  “Lift your dress up. Let us see how much you liked touching us. Tasting us. Teasing us…” Ford commanded. Suddenly, he had resumed control, and she didn’t want to deny him.

  So she did as he said. She walked the luxurious fabric upward until it bunched around her waist. Then she spread her legs, showing them exactly what she had on underneath.

  “You look incredible wrapped in lace,” Brady sighed.

  “This is not helping my cock go down any.” Josh stared as she ran her fingers beneath the edge of her panties and over her mound, letting them come to rest over her clit.

  “Go ahead,” Ford told her. “Make yourself come.”

  When Kari pressed her swollen bud, she knew it wasn’t going to take very much effort. She admitted, “I’m already close.”

  “Really?” Josh wondered. “You liked touching us that much?”

  How could he doubt it? Any lingering speck of awkwardness evaporated. She scooted down in the seat, planted one of her fancy shoes on Josh’s knee and the other on Ford’s, pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and slid two fingers inside herself.

  The other hand began to rub circles around her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from screaming their names. When Ford’s hand wrapped around her ankle like a living manacle and squeezed, she unraveled.

  Kari came while they watched, her body undulating as it usually did while they were inside her.

  “Yes, that’s right,” Ford murmured.

  Brady sighed, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  And Josh… Well, he jerked in his seat, grunting several times in close succession.

  “Dude, did you just—?” Brady whipped his stare to Josh.

  “Anyone have a handkerchief?” he asked with a grin, after a few moments of harsh breathing. His face seemed as flushed as hers felt.

  “I wanted you hard and horny,” Kari said, pouting despite the fact that she was floating on her own euphoric cloud.

  “Don’t worry, I will be.” He grimaced. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager. That’s not going to be enough to flush this out of my system.”

  They took another minute or two to get their shit together and make themselves appear respectable. Then Ford let Bronson know they were ready to go. He came around and opened the door, letting Josh out first, then Brady. Ford gestured for her to go next, with him bringing up the rear.

  Though they’d had a hell of a time, they hadn’t forgotten the dangers tonight held as well as the pleasures. They were vigilant, despite her earlier diversions.

  Kari took Bronson’s hand, grateful that he held her steady as she emerged from another fantasy. While she might have been shy in the past, she could only beam when he handed her from the vehicle and said, “Have fun tonight, Ms. Hill.”

  “I’m sure we will. Thank you.”

  “Bronson, stay close in case we decide to leave early tonight. I have a feeling we’re not going to make it very late into the evening before home sounds too good to resist.” Ford shook the man’s hand before taking hold of Kari’s elbow. He guided her toward the red carpet and the slew of photographers awaiting them.

  17

  A divine dinner topped off by decadent chocolate raspberry cake satisfied Kari’s stomach. Touching speeches by decent people who cared about leaving the world a better place than they’d found it warmed her heart and restored some of her faith in humanity. But her absolute favorite part of the gala was the dancing.

  Being whirled around the parquet wood floor by Brady in a decent imitation of a ballroom hold or shaking it between Ford and Josh—either was fine with her. They’d taken plenty of turns, making a spectacle of themselves until her hair had begun to slip from its pins and tendrils had curled along her shoulders.

  She paused for a breather next to a piano that didn’t look nearly as grand as the one in their living room. The guys’ living room, she mentally corrected herself.

  “I heard you were good on the piano.” Josh winked. “Maybe you should give all those people staring at you a show.”

  Kari blushed and somewhat discreetly scratched her eyebrow with her middle finger.

  The pure sound of his laughter echoed through the room, drawing more than a few glances. Some were curious, some less than kind. Most, Kari noticed in her sweep of the guests around them, seemed to be shooting her envious looks. As they should be. She would have no problem telling any of the women drooling over her guys precisely how incredible they were in bed, and out of it too.

  After her long hiatus from drinking, Kari knew she’d had too much expensive champagne. Not because the world had
spun a bit when Brady twirled her around the dance floor a few dances ago, but because she had to pee. Bad.

  It meant something to her that she’d indulged, even if the guys couldn’t totally comprehend what a monumental step it was for her to trust anyone—them—so much again. No matter what, they would take care of her. She didn’t have a single shred of doubt about that.

  “Would you excuse me for a second? I need to use the ladies’ room,” she whispered in Josh’s ear before stepping away from his chest.

  “Want me to walk you there?” he asked.

  “No thanks. I’m fine.” She smiled softly up at him, annoyed that her past was interjecting itself in the evening, trying to tarnish her future. There was no way Marty could get to her here. It was far too public, and the guest list too exclusive for him to sneak past security.

  “I’ll be back at our table with Ford and Brady,” he told her. “I think they’ll be handing out awards soon, and then we can go.”

  Kari nodded, trying to cross her legs subtly. She probably should have quit a couple flutes ago or maybe a couple of dances ago, but nothing had salved her pride so much as the freedom to indulge in a while. Well, other than sex with Ford, Josh, and Brady, but that was hardly a fair standard for anything else to stack up against. That had been spectacular, but in a whole other way. This was a light, floaty feeling. One she desperately needed after all the heavy shit that had bombarded her life lately.

  “Be right back.”

  “I’ll miss you,” he said, then kissed her cheek. She wondered how many people noticed. Did they think she was his date? Or did they know—as she’d previously learned from whispers—that the three men liked to share their women?

  Would they think the guys had lost their minds choosing her, of all people, to shower with affection and attention?

  Kari stood tall as she wound through the crowd. She didn’t give a shit. All that mattered was what her boyfriends thought. Was that what they were? Her boyfriends? Lovers?