by Cathryn Cade
Kit huffed in disgust, grandly ignoring the shiver Keys’ voice sent through her. “Quiet, BG.”
“What’s BG?” Remi asked.
“Big guns,” Jack said.
“Nah, I think she means ballsy gods,” Keys supplied.
The three men were chuckling now, and their guesses went downhill from there. Booty grabber was a favorite.
Fortunately, they reached the dance club, and the three women trooped down the stairs, past a muscular young bouncer, who looked very pleased to see them, although his grin froze when he looked over their shoulders to their escorts.
“Ignore them,” Lindi advised him. “They’re just hired muscle.”
Jack muttered something and the bouncer and the three guys laughed together.
The dance club was busy, but Kit spotted a table by the small dance floor. She made a dash for it, narrowly beating two college age girls, who gave her dirty look. Kit tossed her hair and ignored them, beaming as her friends joined her.
“Nice save,” Lindi congratulated her.
They hopped up on the bar chairs. Kit signaled the waiter, who happened to be a cute young guy with skater hair and a tight polo with the bar’s logo. “Good evening ladies,” he greeted them with a dimpled smile. “How may I serve you?”
“You can serve them by bringin’ ‘em drinks and keepin’ your eyes to yourself,” Jack growled, looming behind Lindi. “And I’ll be paying and doing the tipping, so keep that in mind.”
“Yes sir,” the waiter said, his smile freezing in place.
They ordered a round of wine spritzers, the guys a round of beers, and then the deejay put on ‘Single Ladies’ by Beyoncé.
“Let’s dance!” Lindi called, her eyes lighting up. She and Kit pulled Sara onto the dance floor, and the three of them started to dance. Kit loved dancing, and the floor was just crowded enough that she didn’t feel self-conscious.
When she felt hands on her waist, she laughed and turned, expecting to feel a familiar face, like Remi. Instead, a tall guy with short, styled blond hair was smirking down at her like she was going to be honored he wanted to dance with her.
Kit pulled away, shaking her head. “Sorry, I’m with my friends.”
“Aw, c’mon,” he called, giving her puppy-dog eyes. “A babe like you shouldn’t be wasted on other chicks.”
Then Remi was there, sliding between them.
“Dude, she’s not wasted, believe me.” He pointed at himself, then at Jack and Keys, scowling from their table. “But you will be, you don’t move on.”
Kit couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing at the look on the guy’s face. He moved on, fast.
And it turned out Remi was an awesome dancer. He danced with Kit, then Lindi and Sara, weaving in and out between them, his dark eyes gleaming with fun.
Kit loved this side of him. He was every inch a guy—but one who wasn’t afraid to let loose and be silly, and gawd, he looked sexy doing so.
Keys and Jack watched indulgently. At one point, when Remi was behind Kit, his hands on her waist, dancing with her, Kit saw Keys lifting his glass in a salute to Remi. She flung her hands in the air and shook it, for both of her men.
They closed down the Requiem, and then were escorted down the street and across it and the next street to the resort by the guys. Jack was supporting Lindi, a good thing because she was unsteady on her platforms. Remi walked with Kit and Keys brought up the rear with Sara. Kit gave him an approving smile over her shoulder, and then uttered a surprised ‘whoops!’ as she tripped on a curb.
Remi held her up, snickering. “Steady on, woman. Not there yet.”
She beamed at him, and laid her head on his shoulder. “You’re so nice to me, Remington. Nex’ time you can party and I’ll be your wingman, ‘kay? ‘Cept I’d be your wing-wo-wo ... whatever.”
Remi’s shoulder quivered with laughter, and she laughed too.
“Better take ‘em in the side door,” Jack said over his shoulder. “I don’t even wanna know what they could do with that revolving door.”
To the amusement of the two young bellhops standing on the curb before the drive up, Kit and Lindi immediately demanded to use the huge, revolving glass doors that led into the resort lobby.
“Fuck, all right,” Jack said. “We’re first. Remi, you make Kit wait.”
Kit waved happily at Lindi through the glass, and then giggled as she and Remi stumbled out into the hushed foyer. A group of dignified older couples in evening wear turned to look.
Lindi waved at them too. “Hi! Don’t worry, it’s just my engagement party.”
“Elevators,” Keys ordered. “Before we get our asses kicked out of here.”
They trooped into an empty elevator. Jack was chuckling at Lindi, who leaned into him, smiling.
“Hey, I know!” she announced. “When you have your bachelor party, we’ll be your BG’s. Keep all the chicks away.”
“Good idea,” Kit agreed, nodding vehemently.
“I ain’t havin’ a bachelor party, honey pot,” Jack said. “So you won’t need to guard my body.”
“Right,” Lindi snorted. “Like I believe that. You’ll have a party at the club house, crawling with strippers and ‘friends of the club’. I know how you biker men roll. You jus’ wait. When they bring the big cake in, I’ll jump out, wearing an apron. Then won’t you be s’prised!”
Jack held her closer, laughing. “I’ll look forward to that.”
Sara rolled her eyes, and Keys tipped his head down and laughed.
Kit frowned, puzzled. “Why would you wear an apron? You’re s’posed to jump out of a cake in a li’l spangly G-string. Sheesh, everybody knows that.”
All three of the men roared with laughter. Kit leaned into Remi, giggling with him. He was so cute when he laughed, she just wanted to kiss him all over.
“You sure you don’t wanna come home with us?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head. “Can’t. It’s my bestie’s engagement party. Hey, you could stay with us. We’ll take one bed, Lin & Sara can have the other.”
He grinned. “Nope, don’t think so.”
She sighed. “Yeah, Keys would be mad, huh?”
Remi laughed so hard he snorted. “I like you drunk, Kit-Kat.”
The elevator dinged their arrival, and they were at their room overlooking the lake. Jack escorted Lindi in, Sara headed into the bathroom, and Keys turned to Kit, crowding her back into Remi’s arms in the small foyer.
“Red,” he said, his hands cupping her breasts and sliding down to frame her waist and hips. “You look so fuckin’ hot tonight, it’s all I can do to walk away from you. Wanna do you right here, right now, then watch Remi have you.”
Kit whimpered against his mouth, because that sounded awesome to her.
But Keys chuckled, a low wicked sound in his chest. “But this is Lindi’s night, so I’m gonna go home and fuck Remi instead. Have fun with your girls, okay?”
And then, without even another kiss, he and Remi slipped out the door and left her there, hot and tipsy and aching for them.
Kit yanked the hotel room door open, leaned out and hollered after their hot, lean asses as they sauntered toward the elevators.
“Bastards! You’re not getting any of this.” Then she tried to slam the door, but the stupid thing had one those air-glide hinges, so she had plenty of time to hear their laughter fade down the hallway.
She stomped back into the room and flopped down on one of the luxe queen beds beside Sara, who had the TV remote in her hand. “Men suck.”
Sara looked at her and raised a brow elegantly, the way Kit would like to. “And this is news to you?”
“Uh-oh,” Jack said, steering Lindi inside from the room’s balcony. He had lipstick on his face, and she was smiling dreamily. “If the man-bashing’s gonna start now, I’m outta here while I still have my balls intact.”
“You’re different,” Kit told him. “Because you put a ring on it, and you give it to Lindi regular. The rest
of your bros? Pfft!”
Jack grinned at her. “Thanks, honey. I’ll remind you you said that, if you ever get pissed at me. I’ll see you ladies tomorrow.”
He pointed a finger at Sara. “You make sure they stay here in this room. Or that you’re all together if you go downstairs.”
Lindi gave him a push toward the door. “Jack, we’re fine. Since you refuse to do me on the balcony, take your fine ass home.”
Laughing, he walked out, leaving Kit regarding Lindi in commiseration. “I couldn’t get any either. And if guys aren’t gonna put out, who needs ‘em?”
Sara slid off the bed, kicking off her heels. “If you two are going to talk about your sex lives, I need more wine. Let’s see what’s in this little fridge.”
“Good idea,” Lindi approved. “Ooh, look. Nuts and chocolate in a cute basket. Snack time.”
Kit reached past Sara to pull a craft beer from the fridge. She popped the top on the edge of the counter and took a long drink. “I want one of those huge-ass ice cream sundaes they serve here.”
Sara held up a bottle of wine in one hand and a menu in the other. “Room service!”
“Great idea. Where’s the remote? We need some music.”
Chapter Eighteen
Kit opened her eyes with an effort—they seemed to be glued together—and stared blearily at the light dancing on the wall. What the heck? She lifted her head, wincing as the slight motion set off a painful pounding in her skull. She saw Lindi’s tousled blonde hair on the pillow nearby, and beyond her in the next bed, Sara’s paler blonde head.
The drapes were open, and outside, bright summer morning sunlight was glinting off the blue waters of the lake, reflecting onto the walls of the hotel room.
Good freaking morning to her.
Her mouth was dry, she had to pee and what the hell was she wearing? Kit sat up and squinted down at herself. She was clad only in a short, emerald lace nightie that consisted mainly of a bra-lette and a sketchy lace panel in the front over a pair of bikini panties. Oh, right, Sara’s engagement party gifts—matching sexy nighties. She’d given Lindi a bridal white set, Kit the green and herself blue.
And if Kit remembered correctly, in between drinking, snacking and talking, they’d also laughed themselves silly as they modeled their outfits in various sexy poses for their camera phones. Yikes.
There may have been a few pics sent to Jack’s phone, and Keys’ and Remi’s …?
Kit stumbled into the spacious bathroom, did her business, and then winced at her reflection in the mirror. Ouch, she needed some makeup remover and soapy water, stat. And a toothbrush.
She rummaged in her duffel and found her wash kit, then brought it into the bathroom. After a hot shower and a couple of pain-killers, she felt much better. She put on one of the plush white terry bathrobes hanging in the closet, and went out onto the room’s balcony. Thankfully, since she had no sunglasses, a fat cloud had sailed in front of the sun.
The time on her phone was eight am.
A steady stream of vehicles plied the main thoroughfare into downtown Coeur d’Alene, and there were walkers, joggers and cyclists out on the wide path through the city park and along the lake shore. Below, a big, wooden boat nosed out of the resort marina, full of men in golf attire. A few other boats were out as well, leaving white arrows across the blue water.
She had numerous texts on her phone.
YoungerAuto: Babe. Thx for the bootie shots. Love the nighties.
RedHawk: Nice! Pls go in bathroom & take more selfies. Pls? Prety pls?
YoungerAuto: Whoa, framing this one.
RedHawk: One more & mov yr hand this time? :D
And so it went. And when she looked at the photos on her phone, of Lindi, Sara and herself posing in their nighties, Kit groaned. Oh, God. Next time she drank, someone please take her phone away. Even Sara had gotten into the spirit.
Oh, well, at least the three of them had rocked those nighties—although the photo of the three of them laughing over their shoulders as they showed off their asses in the little panties? Just embarrassing.
She snickered to herself. Then she retrieved a room service menu and ordered up a fabulous breakfast and a pot of coffee for the three of them.
Kit started getting weird vibes when Lindi and Sara emerged from their beds. It intensified when the two of them disappeared into the bathroom together, and then emerged, freshly scrubbed and clad like Kit in hotel robes. They sat down with her at the room’s small table, laden with coffee, juice and covered plates of the resort’s famous stuffed French toast and huckleberry syrup with sides of fruit and sausages.
“What?” she asked them, clutching her coffee cup as they both gazed at her across the table. “I kept my clothes on in public, and I know I didn’t flip off any of those rich people in the lobby, or moon the cute bellhops. So what is wrong with you two?”
Sara sipped her juice, while Lindi tipped her head, then winced at the motion. Yeah, Kit wasn’t the only one looking hungover.
“Um, d’you remember telling us about your ... uh, arrangement with Keys?” Lindi asked.
Kit started to nod.
“And Remi?” Sara added.
Kit froze, coffee cup to her lips. Oh, shit. Damn you, lemon drops plus wine coolers plus beer from the room fridge. She’d spilled her freakin’ guts.
She shrugged casually. “Yeah, so?”
Sara leaned forward. “So? So, what the hell, Kit?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Lindi added. “You’ve done some crazy things, but this is ... beyond nuts.”
“Not one hard-ass biker, but two?” Sara shook her head. “I can’t even ...”
Kit’s lip trembled, and she bit it. Then she glared at them both. “So I guess this means you’re not in favor?”
Grabbing the cover on her plate, she yanked it off and tossed it onto the room service cart, where it landed with a clang. The scents of rich food assailed her, and she nearly gagged.
Instead, she picked up her fork, stabbed a bite of melon, and stuck it in her mouth, chewing. Swallowing it helped settled her stomach, so she chewed another bite, then tried a tiny bite of French toast. It was delicious.
“Of course I’m not in favor of you in a--a ménage,” Lindi said, like that was a total no-brainer. She uncovered her own plate and chose a strawberry, chomping down on it. “I mean, Kit, you don’t have that great of a track record with one guy at a time.”
“Poly-amorous relationships take a different mindset,” Sara added. She picked up a breakfast sausage and waved it at Kit. “Are you sure you’re ready for that? I mean, what kinds of things will they expect you to do? And--and how often? You could get hurt.”
Kit nearly choked on her mouthful of French toast. “Jesus, Sara, they’re not into pain or humiliation. It’s just, they both want me, and I want both of them.”
Lindi fiddled with her fork. “But are they, like into each other too? Or is one of them gay?”
“They’re both bi,” Kit admitted, her face heating up. “And that’s freaking hot too.”
“Whoa,” Sara muttered, and took another bite of her own breakfast, clearly taken aback by this new information. “So do you ... watch each other?” Her pale face flushed pink, her eyes wide.
Kit nodded, not bothering to hide her naughty smile. Sara looked appalled and fascinated at the same time.
“But they’re good to you?” Lindi asked. “I mean you feel valued? Because Jack makes me feel so special, and I know you’re not talking long term and all that, but you should feel special too.”
Kit chewed and swallowed. “I do. I mean, we haven’t really done that much yet, but ... so far, it’s incredible.”
Kit and Sara gave each other wide eyes and Lindi fanned herself. “Oh, my gosh. I have to admit those two guys are both smokin’ hot. Double-teaming a girl? Oh, my gosh.”
Kit giggled, and put her hands to her hot face. “I know.”
“Well, I’m just going to be honest,” Sara said. “I don�
��t like this for you, Kit—and I don’t mean in a moral way. I think people should do ... whatever they like, I guess, as long as no one gets hurt. But for you, it just scares me. Kit, promise me—promise us—that if this goes bad, you’ll leave and come to one of us.”
Kit nodded. “Okay, okay. But you can stop worrying. I know it’s not long term, and I’m on birth control, and we all got tested for STIs, so I’m good. And now, can we please talk about something else, like whose phones we sent naughty pics to last night?”
“What?” Sara gasped in horror. “We did? Oh, my fucking God, we did.”
Lindi let out a wordless shriek.
The two dove for their phones, rocking the breakfast table. Kit took another bite of rich, buttery French toast and smiled to herself. Sara was swearing when usually she never, ever did so, and Lindi was too rattled to even form words.
So now who was on the hot seat?
* * *
Kit arrived back to Keys’ place just as the builders were taking off on their lunch break. They waved as their club-cab pickup passed Lindi’s SUV. The friends had declared a silent truce, and chatted about things other than their sex lives on the drive back along the lake.
Kit had asked Lindi where to get her hair styled, and Lindi enthusiastically suggested a salon she loved. As they drove past the BeeHive, the parking lot was half full, which made Lindi give a whoop of excitement. Kit grinned, knowing her friend would be stopping there on her way home, and end up working at least a partial shift alongside Remi and Carla.
Lindi gunned the big vehicle up the drive and into the gravel sweep before the house. “Wow,” she said, looking up at the house. “They’ve gotten a lot done.”
This was true. The trusses were all set, and the plywood sheathing for the walls was up. The house was taking shape.
Kit climbed out, with a promise to call Lindi later.
As she walked to the shop, the door opened. Keys waved at Lindi, and then stepped forward to take Kit into his arms, and give her a kiss. He was fresh from a shower, his hair damp, skin flushed with sun, his eyes bright.