by Vanessa Vale
I swiped my tears away. I’d done the right thing. I had.
But it hurt like a bitch.
The storeroom door burst open. I jumped a foot.
It was Nix and Donovan, side by side, completely blocking my way.
“What… what are you doing here?”
“Claiming our woman,” Donovan said.
Claiming—
“What?” I replied.
Donovan stepped into the room, Nix following. He closed the door, leaned against it, arms crossed. “We’re here to get you back.”
My heart was practically beating out of my chest. They wanted me. They came for me.
“But the murderer—”
“Is in jail. He confessed,” Nix said.
“I know but why? How?” So many questions.
“The guy’s name is Dennis Seaborn. Late-fifties. They’d had a fling and she ended it for another guy. He was jealous. He describes the wedding, how he followed Erin home. When she didn’t take him back, he hit her with the trophy in anger.”
“But I didn’t hear anything,” I replied, confused as how it was possible.
Nix shrugged. “I don’t know the details. Miranski and the chief are on it. All I know is everything ties in with what forensics says. The time of death, all of it.”
“Now there’s no excuse for you to push us away,” Donovan said.
I shook my head. “No. God, please. Don’t. It’s too hard.”
Donovan smiled, swiped a tear away with his thumb. “It’s easy, Kitty Kat. Just say yes.”
I swallowed down a lump in my throat. “I can’t.”
“Why not? You don’t want us anymore?”
I shook my head, realized that was the wrong thing. “No, I do. It’s just—”
“What, Kit?” Nix asked. He had on his cop face, hiding all of his emotions.
I was an ugly crier, a total mess with splotchy cheeks, puffy eyes and a boogie nose.
“I won’t let you risk so much for me.”
Nix pushed off the door. “Donovan’s the one who likes to spank your ass, but my palm’s feeling twitchy. Since when do you decide what Donovan and I do about our jobs? Our feelings toward you?”
“When you’d get fired!” I shouted. “You’ve worked so hard for what you’ve accomplished and I won’t have it taken away.”
“Why? Because you have?”
I tossed my hands up. “Yes!”
“So you’ll take away even more—us?”
I looked at the linoleum floor at my feet. “Yes.”
“No,” Donovan snapped. “Do you love us, Kitty Kat?”
I looked up at him, at his expressive eyes. I saw everything there. Heat, need, frustration. Love.
“Yes,” I whispered.
A smile spread across his face and his hand hooked behind my head, pulled me in for a kiss. God, his mouth felt so good against mine. Soft and warm, bold and wild.
When he pulled back, my mind was fuzzy and my fingers were curled into the front of his shirt.
“That’s all that matters,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “Because I love you.”
“And if he’d get out of the way, I’d show you how much I love you, too,” Nix added, bumping Donovan’s shoulder to make him move.
I released my hold on Donovan and Nix swooped in, pulled me into his arms. Kissed me senseless.
“We haven’t solved anything.”
“I’d say loving each other is a pretty fucking good start,” Nix said.
It was, but the same problems remained.
“I quit my job.”
I met Donovan’s gaze after I processed his words. “Why? Oh, Donovan, no.”
“And I told my boss about us. I’m not on Erin’s case anymore.”
“But the murderer is in jail. Miranski said so.”
“He is,” Nix confirmed. “My quitting has nothing to do with the arrest.”
I frowned.
“I quit before the guy turned himself in,” Donovan said.
“Again, why?” I asked.
“Because you gave us up to protect us. It pissed us off to know you were protecting us from you.”
I looked away. “I was,” I admitted.
Nix practically growled, set his hands on my shoulders and made me look at him. “We. Protect. You.”
“You made us realize what’s important. I don’t want to be a pawn for my dad any longer. So I walked away.”
“I can be a meter maid if you’re by my side,” Nix added.
The image made me smile.
“There’s my girl,” Donovan murmured, cupping my cheek again. “We knew you were innocent. Now everyone else does, too.”
“Won’t you miss your job?” I wondered.
He shook his head. “I’ll start my own business. Know anyone who might be able to plan a grand opening celebration?”
With that, my heart opened back up. The misery lifted like morning fog in the sunshine. I loved these men. They loved me.
“We want everything, Kit,” Nix said. “No more sacrificing yourself. We’re in this together.”
I nodded. “Together.”
“Let’s go,” Donovan said, flinging the door open, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway to the back door.
“Wait! I have to finish my shift.”
He didn’t stop.
“Dolly’s covering for you,” Nix said, following right behind. “And with what we plan to do with you, a storeroom’s not going to work.”
14
NIX
* * *
“We’re going to need to buy a new house,” I said as I worked Kit’s diner T-shirt up and over her head.
I was impressed we’d made it all the way to my house without pulling over and fucking her.
I hadn’t been inside her in over a day. Way too long. I knew Donovan was just as desperate, but nothing loomed over us any longer. I hadn’t jerked off because I knew we’d get her back. It had only been a matter of time. And now my balls were full for her.
“This house is too small for the three of us,” Donovan added. “My apartment’s too sterile. Too small.”
As Donovan’s fingers worked on opening her jeans, she laughed and wiggled her hips to help him. “Your apartment is plenty big.”
“Not for the four kids we want.”
She froze.
“Four kids? You want… four?”
Donovan grinned. “Four.”
She looked to me. “Works for me,” I replied.
“Can we just, um, practice for now?”
Donovan glanced at me.
“Fuck yes, we can practice.”
She grinned, pushed Donovan’s hands away. “Good. Get your clothes off. Hurry,” she said as she used her feet to push her jeans down and tug them off. With deft fingers, she stripped off her bra and panties.
“Hurry,” she repeated when we stopped and stared at her gorgeous body. “I want your big dicks.”
We hustled then, naked in a matter of seconds.
Reaching out, she grabbed both of our dicks in her small hands, began to stroke them.
“Oh fuck,” Donovan said, grabbing her wrist and making her let go. “I’m too worked up and I want my cum in you, not on you.”
She looked up at both of us through those dark lashes.
I groaned when she released me too—not before she gave me one long, perfect stroke with her snug grip—and moved up the bed. Fuck me, she crawled on her hands and knees so we could watch her perfect tits sway and then see her upturned ass and wet pussy.
I snagged her hip before she could get far, leaned forward and licked her. I missed her flavor, that sweet honey.
“Nix!” she cried and I reveled in that sound. I’d hear that for the rest of my life.
KIT
* * *
Oh. My. God. Nix’s mouth on my pussy was incredible, his tongue was magical. I’d been wet for them ever since they said the word love back in the storeroom. Hell, I’d been wet for them for years.
But now, nothing stood in the way of us being together.
The murderer was behind bars. Donovan had quit because of me. Nix probably got demoted. They were adamant about the change. And they’d done it before the guy had confessed, meaning they hadn’t done it because of the case, but because they’d compromised. For me.
As Nix continued to eat me out, Donovan flopped down on the bed, head on the pillows. My mouth was right by his dick, which was sticking straight up. Turning my head, I tried to take him in my mouth. I wanted to feel the silky hardness of him against my tongue, to have the burst of pre-cum coat my tongue. To get him so worked up he lost his mind.
“Nix, get her up here,” Donovan growled, tipping my chin away from my goal. “If she gets that hot mouth on me, it’ll all be over before we claim her together.
What? Together?
My pussy clenched at the idea and Nix groaned. He slapped my ass, not hard, but to get me moving. “Climb on Donovan’s cock. Take it for a ride while I get all lubed up to take that ass.”
I climbed up Donovan’s body as Nix went to the bathroom, came back with a flip top plastic bottle of lube. He was all dark skin, rippling muscles and hard dick. When he saw me staring, he grinned. “Ready for me to get in your ass?”
I glanced at his dick again. Long. Thick. That head was so much broader than the plug they’d used the other night. Could he fit?
“Kitty Kat, we’ll get you all hot and ready for him.” Donovan turned my attention back to him. “Climb on and get my dick nice and wet.”
I was apprehensive about Nix’s intentions, but I trusted them. I remembered what it had felt like when he’d used his finger there. I’d come so hard and so fast. But that wasn’t anything like the size of his dick.
“Come on, Kitty Kat,” Donovan said, hooking my hip and pulling me toward him. I straddled his hips shifted so he was at my entrance. He slipped in an inch or so, stretching me open. Looking down, I watched his jaw clench, his eyes flare with heat.
I bit my lip and lowered myself down, took him all the way in until I sat upon his lap.
“Good girl. Fuck me.”
I rode him then, hands on his chest, moving and feeling so damned good.
“That’s it. You’re right where I want you, right where you belong.”
Nix moved onto the bed, dropping the bottle of lube by my calf and within reach.
“Between us,” Donovan continued.
He was right. This was where I belonged. “I love you,” I whispered. “Both of you.”
A smile spread across his face and he pulled me down for a kiss. I clenched down on him and he groaned as his tongue found mine.
I gasped as Nix’s finger brushed my entrance. “It’s time, Kit, to make you ours.”
I couldn’t nod, but only relaxed, lying on Donovan’s chest and allowing Nix’s finger to slip into me. He’d slicked it with lube to prepare me.
Lifting my head, I gasped. “So full,” I moaned and glanced over my shoulder.
Nix’s gaze was on my ass, probably watching as his finger disappeared inside me. He could also see how Donovan’s cock filled me, stretched me wide.
“Not yet, Kit, but you will be,” Nix promised.
He slowly fucked my ass with that finger, adding lube and then a second finger to prepare me. Donovan lifted and lowered me just a few inches so he rubbed over every delicious place inside me.
Finally, Nix asked, “Ready?”
I nodded.
“Good girl,” he replied.
“Kiss me some more, Kitty Kat,” Donovan said. “In just a minute you’ll belong to both of us. Nothing’s separating us again.”
DONOVAN
* * *
She was so fucking tight. Her pussy walls clenched and milked my dick. I had been close to coming before I ever got inside her, but now I was practically considering baseball stats not to blow my load too soon.
Nix had hooked her hip so her ass was tilted just right for him to get in her ass. As I kissed Kit, I could feel him press against her, then get the head of his dick into her. I felt every inch of it, only a thin membrane separating us. Kit stiffened in my hold, her lips stilled on mine as she moaned.
“I’m in. Fuck, Kit, you’re so tight.”
She was, like a fist. Hot. Wet. Perfect. And the feel of her, all soft, lush curves. Plump breasts pressed into my chest. The scent of her arousal and the musk of fucking filled the air around us.
I tried not to move, to give Nix time to work his dick into her no-longer virgin ass.
He kept dribbling more lube onto her, some of it sliding down to get on the base of my dick and I’d fuck it into her.
She was dripping.
“I’m so full,” she moaned, her dark eyes meeting mine. Her lips were red and swollen, her cheeks flushed.
“You did it, Kitty Kat. You’ve got both your men in you. You make us one. Whole. A family.”
She nodded, her sweaty hair falling around her face. “Want to come?”
“Yes,” she begged.
My hands slid from her hips to her ass, cupping those perfect cheeks and pulling them open for Nix.
As Nix pulled almost out, I thrust deep, then reversing direction so we alternated our in and out motions.
Kit moaned, begged, whimpered as we took her, slowly and carefully. It was too much for me. I gritted my teeth not to come, but she was too much. We’d been waiting too long. It was better than I ever imagined. Loving her.
I came on a shout, emptying myself deep inside her pussy. My mind was blown, but her pleas for something, anything, had me reaching between us, brushing my thumb over her clit.
Just a press and she came. I could feel her milking my cock, my cum slipping from her as she did so. I knew Nix could feel it as well, that he had superhero powers if he could keep from coming as her inner walls worked us over.
He couldn’t. He was a mere mortal when it came to Kit and came on a deep thrust. I felt him throbbing, filling her up.
Kit dropped her head to my chest, her breathing ragged. Her sweaty skin stuck to mine. Nix sounded as if he’d run a marathon as he carefully pulled out. Kit gasped and I stroked my hand up and down her damp back. My cock, softening slightly, was still inside her. It was a great place to be because as soon as she caught her breath, I’d fuck her again.
I wasn’t done with her. I never would be.
“Kitty Kat,” I said. She lifted her head and her eyes met mine. “Forever.”
She looked to me, up at Nix who’d just returned from the bathroom with a wet washcloth. “Forever.”
“Fuck, yes,” Nix added, making her laugh.
The sweetest sound in the world.
Epilogue
KIT
* * *
The past two days have been incredible. Donovan and Nix had let me out of bed… barely. I made it to my shifts at the diner on time… barely. I’d met with Wendy and her sister for the initial planning of her engagement party. Nix had filed paperwork to open his own business.
We’d stayed at Nix’s, but he continued to talk about buying a bigger house. But it had been two days. Just two days. Two amazing days. I still had nightmares, but they were there to wake me, soothe me, hold me close until I fell back asleep.
Nix had said he’d pick up Chinese for dinner, so Donovan and I were in the kitchen, setting out plates, getting silverware and drinks. We’d also been kissing. A lot. When Nix came through the front door, I was on the counter with Donovan between my parted knees. His hands were under my shirt and cupping my breasts.
“I’m hungry for Kitty Kat right now. Chinese later,” Donovan called to Nix while grinning at me.
I wasn’t going to stop him. They were creative, gentle and also very dominant lovers. And we hadn’t had sex in the kitchen. Yet.
When Nix didn’t offer a witty reply about getting me out of my panties, we both looked to him.
“What’s wrong?” Donovan asked.
Nix looked pissed. His hair was messed up, his jaw clenche
d, his shoulders tense. He had his pistol on his hip right next to his badge.
“Seaborn lied.”
Donovan’s hands slipped out from under my shirt and he stepped back.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Donovan asked.
The arrest had been all over the local news outlets. TV, radio, internet, newspaper. People were relieved to know the murderer had been found, that it had been a crime of passion not random.
“They installed one of those red-light cameras on Main by the library,” he said.
Donovan nodded. “I remember. Pops promised it was a way to make crossing the street safer.”
“The photos and tickets are issued once a week. The technician went through the pile today. Guess who’s on it?”
“Seaborn?” I asked.
Nix shook his head as he went to the fridge to get a beer. “Erin Mills.”
“When?”
He popped the top, guzzled a third of the bottle in one go. “The night she was killed. Miranski said the photo was stamped at twelve-thirteen a.m.”
I’d gotten home around eleven-thirty and had been asleep at that time. “If she was in her car then, that means she wasn’t at the house.”
“Seaborn said he killed her at midnight.”
“Holy shit,” Donovan murmured.
“Wait.” I held up my hand. “If Seaborn said he killed her at midnight but the traffic camera captured her alive and downtown almost fifteen minutes later, that means—”
“He’s lying. He didn’t do it.”
My stomach dropped at what he was saying. “Then who killed Erin?”
Nix shrugged, set his beer on the counter. “He’s still out there.”
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