by Cathryn Cade
“Give me an hour,” Keys said. “And give me one goddamn name of a Flyer who can come and relieve me, ‘cause I ain’t spendin’ the night. New old lady, I’m sure you get me.”
Stick grunted again. “I’ll tell you what I told your bro Jack. Bitches complicate your life.”
“Yep,” Keys agreed, grinning to himself. “But this one’s worth it. By the way, what’s your gal’s name?”
“Rissa,” Stick said. “You’ll remember her.”
Keys groaned. Fuck, yeah, he remembered her. She was a slender stripper who could attain unbelievable positions during sex, and had a giggle like she lived on helium. And he needed to keep her the hell away from Kit, because Rissa could not keep her mouth shut to save her life. If she started reminiscing in front of Kit, she might be in danger.
Velvet wasn’t the only old lady who packed a wallop.
* * *
Kit walked along the side of Keys’ shop, humming a country song that had been on the radio at the BeeHive. Phew, it was hot today. She’d walked down the mountain to have lunch with Lindi and Carla—Remi was over in Spokane at some kind of chef school thing, getting new ideas for Stingers and the BeeHive—but she’d sort of forgotten that she’d be hiking back up in the afternoon sun.
She lifted her hair off her neck for a moment, then straightened her new top. A floaty black-and-cream peasant-style, it had a low neckline, short sleeves with cut-outs at the shoulder, and a loosely gathered waist. She wore it over hipster cutoffs and black sport sandals. Her pendant hung around her throat, and she wore two stretchy beaded black-and-green bracelets on one arm.
She reached the shop door, and smiled. It was partially open, which meant Keys was back from Airway Heights. He’d taken off while she was at lunch, sending her a brief text that he didn’t know when he’d be back. She’d surprise him.
But when she slipped inside, her good mood took a direct hit, right in the kisser.
Keys was in all right. But he was not alone.
He stood by the open door of his shop truck, with a woman in his arms. A woman who was everything Kit was not. She was small, slender, with dark hair hanging down her back in a straight, gleaming swathe. She wore a stretchy little black dress and high-heeled fuck-me sandals ... and Keys’ powerful, tanned arms.
His head bent, he was murmuring in her ear, while she nodded. As Kit watched, frozen, he stroked her back and said something that made the other woman giggle. Euww, she had a Betty Boop laugh.
Somehow that giggle was enough to snap Kit out of the thrall of an ugly little voice in her head that said ‘Of course, it was only a matter of time until Keys realized he wanted a woman as slim and toned as him and Remi.’ That was bullshit! Keys would never do this to her, let her walk in on him and some strange fuck-buddy.
“Hey,” she called, pasting a smile on her face.
Keys jerked his head up, and the woman twisted in his arms, managing to shrink closer against Keys as she did so. Her big dark eyes were wide with fear, her full lips parted. Which was when Kit saw the chick was rocking a set of boobs that defied gravity. Fake boobs, fake lips and enough make-up to glow in the dark. So not Keys’ type.
Kit’s smile became real. “So, you gonna introduce me to your friend, lover?”
Keys stared at her for a moment, looking uneasy. Then he set the other woman firmly away from him, and gestured from her to Kit.
“Sure, baby. Riss, this is my old lady, Kit. Kit, Rissa’s an old friend. She’s in a spot of trouble, so I’m gonna give her a ride to a safe place. Be back in a couple of hours.”
He pulled open the truck door, and motioned to the other woman. “Get in, Riss. I’ll get your bag.”
Kit watched, as he tossed a red bag into the back of the pickup. She set her hands on her hips and scowled at him.
“You forget something, big guy?” she demanded.
Keys looked from Rissa to her and then shook his head.
“Sorry, babe” He met Kit in the middle of the aisle between the two vehicles he was currently working on, a ‘59 Chevy sedan and a ‘73 Ford pickup.
Smiling down at her, he pulled her close. “Listen, Riss saw something she shouldn’t have, with another club—one we have nothin’ to do with. She needs to get somewhere safe, so we’ve set her up in a little spot down the lake. I’ll call you soon as I drop her off,” he murmured. “And be back right after that, promise.”
She scowled playfully at him, her arms around his neck. “You better be—and if there’s any of that red lipstick on your face or cock, you’re in trouble, big guy.”
He chuckled. “Mama, why would I want another bitch’s mouth anywhere near me when I got yours any time I want it?”
“And Remi’s.”
“And Remi’s,” he agreed, and kissed her. Kit made sure it was a deep, wet one, with plenty of breast and mons rubbed against him.
When she drew back, she smiled and patted his chest. “See you when you get back, lover.”
“Oh, yeah you will,” he promised, a glint in his eyes that said he knew what she was up to, and didn’t mind a bit. “And you’ll feel me too.”
He stepped up into the driver’s side, and almost immediately the big doors rolled up behind the pickup. As the truck backed past Kit, the brunette gave her a hesitant smile.
Kit waved and smiled back cheerfully. Keys backed the truck around, and rolled away.
Kit’s smile dropped away as soon as he was out of sight. She didn’t like it when her men were anywhere close to danger, but they were who they were, and since she had no intention of giving them up, she’d deal.
Remi had been spending more time with Keys and Jack, and often went along with them to club activities. He’d been accepted as Keys’ along with her, with nary a blink from any of the Flyers. That was one of the best thing about bikers and their old ladies—they were extremely open to alternate lifestyles.
Her phone rang as she was closing up the shop. She smiled when she saw Sara’s name on the screen. “Hi, bestie, what’s up?”
Sara sighed. “I’m at work, just taking a moment to myself, so I don’t ram either my boss’ or new office manager’s faces onto my knee. Needed to hear a friendly voice. What are you and the guys up to?”
“Well,” Kit drawled, “Remi’s at a chef con in Spokane, I just got back from lunch, and Keys just took off with a club ho.” Then she waited.
“What?” Sara demanded. “And you’re just letting him? I thought you’re some kind of major biker babe now who smacks down any woman who even looks sideways at your guys?”
Kit laughed. “Sorry, I was teasing you. Well, not really, but it’s cool. He’s just giving her a ride somewhere, that’s all. He’s still all mine and Remi’s.”
Sara was silent for a beat. “Wow, and you’re not even worried,” she said. “That’s so mature. I’m proud of you, Kit.”
“Thanks,” Kit said, surprised. “It’s just … I know Keys. He’s not a cheater.”
Sara snorted. “And why would he be, with two gorgeous lovers hanging on his every word and look? You three are so sweet together you make me want to brush my teeth.”
Kit laughed. “Thanks—I think. Now get back to work and kick some ass.”
“Oh believe me, I’d love to. Bye.”
Kit felt almost guilty as she ended the call. She was so happy, and so was Lindi. But Sara seemed so locked in her battles at work that she had no social life to speak of. Her friend definitely needed a good man to take her back … and also her front.
Kit wondered if she could introduce Sara to one of the hot, single Flyers. Maybe Moke, or even Rocker. Then she shook her head. Nope, she just couldn’t picture it.
Her proper friend with a biker? Never gonna happen.
* **
Keys arrived home in a dark mood. He’d spent hours listening to Riss’ run her mouth in that weird little voice of hers, smelling her too-strong perfume and pacing until Moke arrived to relieve him.
She hadn’t had one useful thing to
say about what she’d seen, either. Couldn’t ID the shooters, beyond seeing one of them was a Rattler by his cut, and wasn’t sure she recognized the old photo of Twig that Keys pulled up on his phone. So his worthless nephew was still in the wind.
Moke had not been thrilled to be called to guard duty at a tiny mom-n-pop hotel on Sundown Bay with no internet and sketchy cell service, either, so the big Hawaiian had merely grunted at Keys instead of taking time to shoot the shit in his usual amiable way.
Then the truck started running rough on the way home, so Keys was gonna have to get under the hood on it instead of getting to a more fun project like painting the Ford.
And when Kit walked into the kitchen to greet him, she took one look at his face and her smile disappeared, replaced by a angry glint that said he was in for it. And he knew why—Riss had planted a big kiss on him before he could fend her off, and her red lipstick must have dye in it, because he could not wipe that shit off.
“She kiss you goodbye, or was that more of a ‘hey big guy, we’re finally alone, come and get it’ smooch?” Kit demanded hands on her hips.
Keys paused with his bottle of cold beer nearly to his lips, his irritation spiking. “Doesn’t matter, because what she did not get was anything back from me. Now, you want me to drop my pants so you can check my cock too, or can I have a beer in peace?”
She tossed her head and ignored his warning. “You don’t think I have a right to be a little bit worried, considering I’ve seen her kind in action all my life? She’d just as soon suck you off as look at you, and I know it. Not to mention the way she was on you like paint when I walked into your shop.”
“Already told you I wouldn’t let her do any of that, so I’m done talkin’. That’s not good enough for you, you know what you can do with it.” He lifted his beer again and drank again. Christ, he’d rarely needed a beer more.
Her lip trembled, and she took a step back. “I know what I can do,” she mumbled. “Well, then … see you around.”
She turned toward the door, and his irritation flamed straight into anger.
“What the fuck?” he called after her. “Woman, do not tell me you’re gonna pull that shit again.”
She turned on him, glaring through her tears. “Make up your mind, biker man! You tell me to leave, then yell at me when I do.”
“I didn’t mean leave, leave. Just give me a little fuckin’ room.”
Kit opened her mouth, probably to say that she’d give him room, all right. But at that moment, a Harley snarled into the yard and stopped.
Remi was home, thank fuck. He parked his bike in front of the shop, and strode across the drive to the house, slamming in the door and giving both of them a dark look.
Keys snorted. “Now we got a full house, looks like.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Remi shot back.
When Keys opened his mouth again, Remi held up his hand, palm out, and gave Keys a hard look, which he never did, so it made an impact.
“I’m tired, my head hurts clear down to my tail bone, all I got was sushi for lunch so I’m starving, and I can see the two of you have been at it, ‘cause Kit’s crying,” Remi said. “Give it a rest, both of you—please.”
Kit turned to hug him, her expression penitent. “I’m sorry, Remi. I’ll get you a pain-killer. Keys is grouchy and I’m just … being a bitch.”
Right, he got sugar, Keys got hot peppers.
She walked around Keys to rummage in the cupboard, and handed Remi a couple of tablets and a glass of water.
“I’ll get us all some beers,” Keys muttered. “Or maybe I should just ... get out of here for a while.”
He dragged a hand over the top of his head, turned toward the door, then stopped in his tracks. No, he didn’t need to be alone, he needed to be surrounded in his lovers’ warmth. He needed to be balls deep in Kit, with Remi there as well.
He turned and made a beeline for the two people he needed more than anything or anyone else. He grabbed them both and hauled them in tight, one in each arm—slim, taut strength on one side and lush softness on the other.
“Sorry, both of you,” he said, his chest swelling at their nearness, along with his cock. “Good to be home. Need to hold you close, not drive you away.”
Kit flung her free arm around his neck, and pressed her face to his, soft and sweet. “Not gonna happen. I’m sorry too.”
He drew back enough to look her in the eyes. “Need to know you’re here for good times and bad, Red. I know I’m an asshole at times, but do not walk away from us, all right? No matter what.”
She nodded, her green eyes big and bright as she looked from him to Remi. “I won’t. I’m here and I’m staying ... with both my men. I swear.”
“Good, baby.” He gave Remi a kiss, then let him go, and reached for the hem of her gauzy little top, needing her bared to him. “So you can show your men how much you mean that. Naked gratitude.”
Her pupils dilated, her lips parting. “Right here?”
“Right here, where anyone can walk in and see our woman pleasing us.” Not that anyone would, but he loved teasing her and watching her get all excited and nervous at once
Remi moved behind her and pulled her hair back. “Mm-m, yeah. Need that too.”
With swift economy, they stripped her top and bra off, then pushed down her shorts and panties. “Step out, baby,” Keys urged, petting her full breasts.
Remi reached around her to cup her pussy in his big, dark hand. “Fuck, wet already for us.”
She was into it with them, reaching to tug Keys’ tee up and squirming on Remi’s hand. “I am,” she said, her voice husky the way Keys’ loved. “Are you hard for me?”
Keys exchanged a look with Remi. “Oh, you’d better believe it, mama.”
Keys yanked his shirt off, and unfastened his jeans, freeing his cock. It sprang free, even the warm air a torturous tease. He palmed it as he watched Remi pull off his own shirt and unfasten his jeans.
“I’m in your mouth, Remi’s in you from behind,” Keys told her. “You take both your men at once.”
He kissed her, long and wet, then kissed leaned past her to kiss Remi, his chest pressed against her soft breasts, his cock against her belly.
“Now bend over, babe,” he instructed. “We’ll hold you. Take her Remi. Fill that tight, wet pussy with your hard cock.”
He held her hands in his, and she bent forward, thrusting her ass out to Remi.
Remi groaned happily. “You want this, Kit?” he asked, rubbing his cock over her ass.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, Remi. Put it in me. Fuck my pussy.”
He thrust home with one long stroke, and she moaned.
“Oh, she loves that,” Keys told Remi, need tightening his own balls and cock until he ached.
“Give her yours,” Remi said, his eyes alight, his face taut. “Fuck that sweet, dirty mouth.”
Kit opened obediently, and Keys rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then the tip of her tongue, wetting it.
“Suck me in, baby,” he said. “Take me the way you know I love … yeah, like that. Ah, Christ, so damn good.”
* * *
A tiny part of Kit’s brain thought she should probably feel like a slut, with one guy fucking her from behind, another taking her mouth … but she loved this too much to listen to that beeyotch.
With Remi’s cock working every sensitive nerve in her pussy and his fingers working her clit, she was like a firework fuse sizzling toward the money end, tighter and tighter, her body singing with pleasure.
And Keys’ cock, big and warm and hard in her mouth, with his musky scent filling her nostrils and the faint salt of pre-cum already on her tongue—she wanted to suck him like her personal man-pop until he melted.
Remi moaned, shivering against her. “Kit. Keys—God. Can’t hold out much longer.
“Come for us, babe,” Keys ordered, his hand tightening on hers. “Let Remi feel you on his cock. C’mon, sweet baby.”
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p; Kit whimpered around his cock as her body answered like a well-tuned instrument. She took two more deep strokes of Remi’s cock and then came helplessly, moaning.
“Yeah. That’s it … both my lovers,” Keys growled. Then he came too, his cum spilling over her tongue.
Holding her face, he pulled out and let his cum spurt over her throat and breasts, then dragged his eyes open and looked down at her with satisfaction stamped on every inch of his face.
“Marked you, Red. And Remi’s gonna do the same. Mark you as ours.”
Remi pulled out and let his cum spurt over her back. “Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s so hot.”
Kit straightened and swayed against Keys, dizzy. She leaned into him and felt his arms come around her, supporting her against him. “At least it washes off.”
“No,” Remi teased, rubbing his hands over her wet ass. “This is never coming off. No more showers for you, mama.”
She giggled as he tickled her, and gave Keys wide eyes. As one, they turned on Remi and grabbed him between them, tickling him unmercifully.
“No, no,” he hollered, laughing so hard he hiccupped. He broke free and ran for the stairs, with Keys pulling Kit along behind him, whooping with laughter.
They all ended up in the shower together, taking turns washing each other … which predictably led to other things. Kit and Keys tried out the shower bench, and then Keys went down on Remi while Kit watched, kissing Remi and telling him how hot they were together.
After that, it was time for a cuddle in Keys’ new California king bed. He flopped on his back with Kit draped over his side in what was quickly becoming her favorite position, with Remi spooned behind her, petting her lazily.
She hummed with pleasure as he cupped his hand over one bare breast, and he tipped his head forward on her shoulder to kiss her. She kissed him back.
Remi groaned. “I could almost go without food, if I got enough of this.”
Keys chuckled. “Think you’ve got a point, Remi. You two are as necessary to me as food … or it feels that way. Already can’t imagine my life without you, either of you. Do anything to keep you both safe—and right here, where you are.”