by Cathryn Cade
“Missed you last night,” he said. “Damn shame to walk away from a beautiful, drunk chick in a sexy little dress.”
Kit threw her arms around him, and hung on, tears pressing hot at the back of her eyes. His arms tightened.
“Hey, what’s this?” he asked, rocking her from side to side. “You okay, baby?”
She shrugged. “It’s just ... neither Lindi or Sara want me here with you and Remi. They don’t get it.”
“And you don’t like going against the flow.”
She shook her head. “I’ve lived my life against the flow, of most people anyway. But they’re my best friends.”
He nodded. “And they’re still different people than you are. Hell, there’s no two people on this earth that are exactly alike, Red. What’s right for them ain’t right for you, and vice versa. Sara wasn’t real thrilled to find out Lindi hooked up with a biker, was she?”
“That’s for sure.”
“She still feel that way, now that she sees how Jack treats Lindi?”
“No,” Kit said slowly. “You’re right. He’s really won Sara over, and Lindi’s family too. They all like him. Her mom loves him.”
Keys nodded. “So how about you give this a chance between the three of us? You haven’t been here long, but ever since you landed in the middle of Remi and me, every day it feels more like you’re meant to be here. Can you trust that we’ll do our best to take care of that?”
Remi stepped out the door behind Keys, his face lighting up as he saw Kit. “Hey, if it isn’t the dancing queen. You okay?”
Kit smiled at both of them, something settling into place inside of her. “I am now.”
Remi came to move in behind her, sandwiching her between the two men. Keys smiled at both of them.
“And have you stopped to think, Red, that me and Remi may need you to take care too? You’re not the only one layin’ it on the line here.”
Kit blinked. “I didn’t even look at it that way. You’re right. I’ll take care too, I swear.”
But she frowned at him.
“I just have one question,” she said. “Lindi went on and on, telling me about how you talked her and Jack down from splitting up after they had their first big fight.”
Key shrugged. “Yeah?”
“Well … how come you’re not all biker sensei calm with me?” she asked. “You lose your temper and yell shit at me. Sometimes you’re—”
“A hard-ass?” Remi supplied.
Keys winced. “Comin’ at me from both sides now, huh?” He gave Kit a wry look and pulled her close again. “To tell you the honest-to-God truth, Red, you piss me off more than any other woman I ever met. But I think … it’s because I never really felt about another woman the way I feel about you.”
“Really?” She liked the sound of that. Okay, honestly? She loved it. Even though he had an odd look on his face, like he wasn’t sure how he felt about the realization.
“Truth. Kind of funny when I think about it.” he added. “I feel just as deep for you, Rem, but it’s different—more steady, calm.”
“It’s because I don’t have tits,” Remi said wisely. “They short out the wiring in our male brains, make us say macho shit, and do crazy things to show off.”
Keys laughed. Kit pumped her fist. “Awesome! I have secret weapons.”
“Fuck yeah,” Keys agreed said, cupping his hands over Remi’s, which were already on her breasts. “Use them wisely.”
“Oh, I will,” she promised, her voice rising in a squeak as Remi rolled her nipples through her top and thin bra.
He pressed a soft, hot kiss to her shoulder. “Know you will. It’s gonna be so good. So sweet.”
“Yes it is,” Keys agreed. “And since we both showered in honor of your arrival, what d’you say we move this upstairs?”
And just that suddenly, Kit was breathless. “Okay.”
Chapter Nineteen
The three of them ran through the shop and upstairs. It seemed Kit wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait to get naked together.
However, she was not allowed to do a thing to undress herself. In the muted light of a warm, cloudy midday, Kit stood in the middle of the office/bedroom, while she was kissed, and petted, and undressed with care.
“We got to show our lady how much we want her here, Remington,” Keys said, leaning in to kiss her, and nip her bottom lip gently. “How hot she is, and how bad we want to make her feel good.”
“I’m all for that,” Remi agreed, his hands warm on Kit’s ribs as he slid her top up to her armpits.
Keys took her hands and lifted her arms over her head. Remi slid the top up, making sure it didn’t catch on her face, and then over her fingertips. Then he leaned in, pressed against her bare back, warm and strong, his hand igniting fires as he petted her.
He nuzzled into her hair and found her ear. “Mm-m,” he crooned, his warm breath sending pleasurable chills through her. “You smell good. Different shampoo.”
“The hotel’s,” she managed, nearly drunk with pleasure as he rimmed her ear with his tongue and Keys unfastened her bra, then cupped her bare breasts in his big hands. “Umm ...” She arched her back as Keys fondled her.
“She loves havin’ her tits played,” Keys murmured. “And sucked, if I recall.”
“Do it,” Remi urged. He nipped Kit’s ear. “I’ll hold you up.” And it seemed he thought pushing down her skirt and cupping her mons through her panties would aid in this.
Keys plumped her breasts up in his hands, her nipples poking over the edge like naughty berries. He bent his head and licked one, then the other. When Kit moaned with pleasure, he chose that breast to suck into his hot, wet mouth. He toyed with her nipple with the tip of his tongue, and she reached up to cup his head, his hair damp, cool silk under her fingers.
“You love that, huh?” Remi asked. “Your pussy is so wet, you’re dripping on my fingers, Kit.”
She believed him. Her pussy was as sensitized as her nipples, swollen and ready. Every stroke of Remi’s fingers matched Keys’ suckling, spinning pleasure through her in tantalizing stream, almost enough but not quite.
Part of her wanted to please them by letting them do whatever they wanted, but ... she couldn’t stand the sweet torture a second longer.
“Oh, my God,” she pleaded. “More. More!”
“More of my fingers?” Remi asked, his hand flat on her bare belly as he rimmed her labia teasingly with the other.
“Yes. Inside me, and touch my clit.”
“Ask him nice, Red,” Keys ordered, lifting his head long enough to switch to her other breast. “Mm. Fuck, I love your tits. I could suck ‘em all day long.”
“Please, Remi,” Kit gasped as Keys’ mouth sent pleasure rocketing through her again. “Oh, my god. I’m so close.”
“Then come for me,” Remi muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her throat and found her clit with his fingers. He stroked her with swift, light touch—perfect.
Kit came with a high, breathy keen of pleasure, jerking in their grasp as she rode Remi’s hand. It was so good, so naughty and she needed more.
“I want to fuck one of you,” she told them. “Please.”
Keys straightened, his eyes glittering, his face hard. “Remi first. Red, on the mattress, hands and knees. Remi, behind her.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Remi moved like lightning, stripping off his jeans and then reaching to help Kit down. He looked her over with a wild, glittering look in his eyes, his face flushed. “So beautiful,” he told her. “You naked—like a banquet. I wanna eat you and fuck you and do it all over again.
She leaned to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, and trembled against her. Or maybe that was her.
Keys smacked her bare ass, a sweet sting. “On hands and knees, baby, now. Give Remi that sweet pussy.”
But first, Kit had to touch Remi. He was gorgeous naked, so lean and brown. His chest was bare except for his nipples, flat little brown coins. His torso was hard, with
only a faint tracery of black hairs leading from his belly button to his groin.
And his cock was just as beautiful, long and hard, curving up from his taut sac, darker than Keys’ and flushed with arousal.
She leaned down and nuzzled his flat belly, and slipped her hands around to cup his ass. It was taut, hard and round.
He groaned as she turned her face against his cock, his hands delving into her hair.
“You smell good, too,” she told him. A lighter musk than Keys’, but just as delicious. His skin was so smooth, like warm satin under her hands, and when she kissed the tip of his cock, he spurted a few drops of cum. It was salty on her tongue.
Keys smacked her ass again, and she yelped, then laughed. “I’m just getting acquainted,” she said over her shoulder.
Keys grinned at her and spanked her again, then reached between her thighs to pet her. “I think you like bein’ spanked, Red.”
“Do not,” she pouted.
“God, I can’t wait any longer,” Remi groaned. “Kit, gotta get inside you.”
She smiled shyly at him, then caught her breath as Keys slid his fingers into her pussy. “Yes. I want you to.”
Remi moved behind her, kneeling between her legs. His legs were warm, with sparse, silky hair that tickled her inner thighs, and she felt the head of his cock against her, his hands on her hips.
“Yeah,” Keys approved from beside her. “Put it in her, Remi. Claim that sweet pussy as yours and mine.”
Remi’s fingers bit into her. He thrust once, twice and slid deep inside her. Both he and Kit cried out, Kit because she was full of exactly what she needed, one of her men, her Remi ... for the first time.
“Remi,” she whimpered. “Oh, honey.”
“Kit,” he groaned. “So good. So good, so good ...”
He chanted in a broken voice as he fucked her, long, swift strokes that hit exactly the right places inside her, raking every inch of flesh sensitized by her earlier orgasm.
He came hard, shuddering against her and in her, his cum hot and wet. Kit came with him, this time longer and harder.
And when Remi pressed a kiss to her back and then let her go, Keys was there, turning her onto her back and smiling down at her. “That was beautiful as fuck. Can you take me now, baby? I want to share your pussy wet with Remi’s cum.”
She reached up to him. “Mm-m. Yes, please.”
He bent to give her a long, hot kiss, his hand cupping her pussy. Then he came down into her arms, and slid into her. Kit tipped her head back, her mouth opening in a silent gasp of bliss. He was bigger than Remi, and she was so sensitive, she felt every slight move he made.
“You watchin’ this, Rem?” Keys called as he widened his legs, bracing his knees to withdraw and thrust into her again in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Fuck, yeah,” Remi approved from behind Keys. “Your cock in her ... hottest thing I’ve ever seen—well, except my cock in her.”
“Touch me,” Keys asked him, reaching back. “Yeah, like that.”
He leaned down to kiss Kit. “Gonna fuck you till I feel your pussy fist me tight, Red.”
Her pussy and the rest of her spasmed in delight. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Can you wrap your legs up around me? Need you to come fast and hard for us. The builders will be back soon.”
“What? We should—” Kit started to lower her legs, but Keys used her movement to seat himself deeper in her.
“Hurry, baby,” he urged her, thrusting so hard their bodies met with damp, succulent slaps. “You don’t, Brian might come in, come up those stairs and find out just what a dirty girl you are, fuckin’ around with two guys.”
Remi groaned behind her. “Oh, Kit, wish you could see what I do. Your ass bare, and Keys’ cock diving into your pink pussy.”
Kit spasmed again, and Keys smiled down at her, daring her. “Take me hard, Red. Give me a ride to remember the rest of the day, while I’m workin’ in the hot sun.”
Her turn to tease him. She stopped moving, even though it left her teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
“Oh, I just can’t, with the builders right outside,” she breathed, widening her eyes at him and pouting out her lip. “They might find us.”
“They will find us, you don’t start riding me again.” His eyes narrowed. “Remi, you wanna help me out here? Give her ass a spank and show her we mean business.”
Remi’s hard hand landed on her ass cheek with a stinging smack, and Kit let out a yelp. He spanked her again, on the other cheek.
Keys kissed her again, then slid an arm under her back and pulled her up, arched under him. “You need it, baby. C’mon, let us see you take it. Come for your men.”
And because she couldn’t do anything else with his cock surging inside her, she did, so long and hard she went crazy with it.
“Keys, oh Remi. Watch me. I’m coming.”
Afterward Remi kissed them both. He lay close as Keys settled on top of her, one of Remi’s legs tangled with hers and Keys’.
Kit was covered in hot, heavy, sweaty men. She’d never been so happy.
“Made you scream,” Keys’ said, his voice muffled by her hair.
“Shut up,” she mumbled. She would’ve smacked his bare ass, but it was more fun to pet it instead.
He laughed, shaking all three of them. Then he lifted his head and his face was the most relaxed she’d seen it, flushed and happy, his eyes incredibly blue, his silver hair tousled.
“This is good, babe,” he told her, framing her face with his hands. “Stay here, with me and Remi. All right? We’ll take it one day at a time, see how it goes. If it’s good, if you’re happy, then to hell with everyone else. Concentrate on us.”
He made a circling motion with his head, including the three of them. Reality pierced Kit’s haze of contentment.
“But what about your biker man lifestyle?” she asked him. “Living wild and free, ready to ride out any time you feel like it, with no explanations to anyone? Won’t you feel tied down knowing that we’re here?”
Keys shook his head. “Fair question, but you know, there comes a time in a man’s life when he realizes freedom ain’t so free—the price is loneliness.’
‘Lived my life the way I wanted to for thirty-five years. I’ve had my share of all kinds of free, from pussy to ridin’ the roads and sleepin’ wherever darkness found me, meeting new folks, partying with them and then leavin’ ‘em behind.’
‘Now I’ve got you two in my bed, you think I’m gonna be in a big hurry to get out on the road again? Fuck, no. I want what I have right here. And Remington and I both want you here.”
Remi leaned up on an elbow and leaned his chin on Keys’ shoulder, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Please, Kit?”
If her heart hadn’t already been a puddle of happy, sated goo, that would have melted it.
“Okay,” she agreed. “The three of us.”
“Yeah.” Both of her men grinned at her, wide and white. Keys nudged her, reminding her she was still full of his cock. “And if you thought this was good, wait till you have me here and Remi in your ass. That’ll drive you wild.”
Both of them burst out laughing at the look on her face.
Keys let her go and pulled her up with them, gave her a kiss. “It’s okay, Red. We’ll take it slow. Buy you a sweet little plug to wear first, get you used to anal.”
Kit waved her hands in the air. “Euww, no. I am not wearing a butt plug, so don’t even ...”
She walked away from them, still shaking her head.
“She’ll love it,” Remi said behind her, a smile in his voice. “I got a vibrating one she’ll really enjoy.”
She clapped her hands over her ears. “I can’t hear you! Na, na, na naa, na!”
But then she turned and looked at them, both so hot and naked and gorgeous, and sighed in defeat. The two of them could talk her into damn near anything they wanted to, and she may as well admit it now.
“Just get the smallest one they make, okay?”<
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This earned her two identical, wicked grins. “Just for you, Red.”
“Seems to me it’s for you,” she muttered, turning away to pick up her scattered clothing.
Yikes. Who knew what these two could talk her into? She had a feeling she’d find out.
Chapter Twenty
The next afternoon, Lindi stopped by and took Kit to her hair-salon in Hayden, a small town north of Coeur d’Alene, which was also small. The two had grown to meet, so the only sign of their borders was a pretty sign that said ‘Welcome to Hayden’. The combined towns had a laid back vibe that Kit loved. People waved at strangers, and stopped to let other vehicles go first, things like that.
A rustic-chic shopping center had been built on the main thoroughfare of Hayden, a block east of the highway. Framed with huge beams, and fronted with brick and glass, the shops fit into the forested valley. Lindi parked in front of a shop with a sign that read ‘To Dye For; a Hair Salon -Walk-ins welcome’.
When they entered, a young woman looked up from the front desk and smiled. She had startling burgundy hair in a short, trendy cut, but it totally worked on her round face and big, dark eyes. “Hi, Lindi,” she said. “This must be Kit. I’m Blythe.”
Before Kit knew it, she sat in a comfortable padded chair before a mirror, a pretty silver cape over her clothing, while Blythe ran her fingers through her hair.
“This is a gorgeous mane, girl,” she enthused. “Gawd, I’d give my boyfriend’s left nut for this color and curl.”
“Blythe,” called an exasperated voice from the back of the shop.
Blythe winked at Kit, who couldn’t help grinning. “That’s Dar, the shop owner. She’s a mean bitch, but we love her.”
A tall, attractive brunette stepped out, hands on her hips. “Stop scaring away the customers with your colorful language. Hi, Lindi.”
Lindi put her foot on the floor and twirled the chair next to Kit’s to say hello. She introduced Kit, and then Dar went back to whatever she was doing in the back.
Blythe cocked her head inquiringly at Kit. “So, what are we doing? Please say just a trim, because I couldn’t stand to cut this off.”
Kit shrugged. “I guess a trim. It’s just ... always out of control, you know? I mostly just let it go, or end up pinning it up. Except when Lindi fixed it for me—that looked pretty.”