Hitched

by Watts, Mia

  Kane tilted his head just enough to make their mouths fit better. It caught Bruce off guard because he made a small sound at the back of his throat, and all Kane could think was, I did that. It emboldened him. There it was again, honey. Bruce tasted like honey, but not like any honey he’d ever had before. It was enthralling.

  Before he realized what he was doing, Kane had Bruce in a full lip lock, his arms wrapped tightly around him, one hand buried in Bruce’s impossibly soft hair. Chest to chest, Kane couldn’t get close enough. It didn’t even bother him when their hard cocks bumped. All Kane wanted was this, and to get back in the bedroom with Bruce and Willow, because he just decided this would have been worth blowing his self perceptions out the window.

  The scent of crushed grass and bruised flowers made a heady brew, entangling his mind. Bruce’s hands fisted on Kane’s hips.

  Kane leaped back. “What was that?” he asked breathlessly. “Did you use that thing you were talking about?”

  Bruce frowned. “Coercion? No, but I wanted to. For a guy who doesn’t like other guys, you kiss like you’re going to strip me down and make me whimper.”

  “I,” the words ripped from Kane. “Wanted to.”

  “I wouldn’t have said no,” Bruce pointed out.

  “You taste like—”

  “Honey? I get that a lot.”

  “The flowers?”

  “Ah, the allure. Yeah well, when you get a faery riled up for sex, he tends to smell like the great outdoors.”

  “I thought that was Willow the last time.”

  Bruce shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “All me.”

  “You smell good,” Kane said stupidly.

  “You do too. You don’t wear cologne like some men. I like it.”

  They were silent for a minute. Mostly because Kane fought the urge to kiss Bruce again. If that was faery allure then it certainly worked on him. Damn.

  “I could take care of that for you,” Bruce said motioning at Kane’s erection.

  “Uh, I don’t think I’m that comfortable yet.”

  “Yet. Then you might be eventually?” Bruce asked.

  “What is your relationship with Willow?”

  “We have sex.” Bruce shrugged and smiled, but his smile didn’t reach his dark eyes. “That’s the way she wants it.”

  “Why?”

  “Willow doesn’t like letting her guard down.”

  “But she did two nights ago,” Kane argued.

  “Yeah, she did,” Bruce agreed. “You’re what she needs.”

  Kane saw sadness on his face. “You’re not?”

  “She doesn’t like my kind,” he reminded Kane, by way of answer. “We’re friends with benefits, and it wasn’t until you entered the picture that sex became making love. She likes you, and she needs you. If that means I’m not in the picture anymore, then that’s what it means. I just want her to be happy.”

  “You claim to be unattached to any particular sex partner, but I think you’re full of shit. I don’t think you’ve slept with anyone since you hooked up with Willow. You’re no fly by night fuck, are you? You love her.”

  Bruce pulled his shirt back over his head and ran a hand through his hair. “You’ll never hear me admit it.”

  Chapter Eight

  Willow grabbed her wrist behind her back and peered into the glass case holding the pre-historical Earth Mother carving. She loved the ample curves of womanhood and the spiral knots of hair crowning her head.

  “It was found in Eastern Europe and is identical to one found in Africa,” Austyn said. “That one’s my favorite,”

  “Mine too. Can you imagine how awesome it would be to actually hold her?”

  Austyn looked at her speculatively.

  Willow blew out a breath and moved further down to another display case in the museum’s Women Through Pre-History exhibit. “It amazes me how important women were in early societies when modern woman have such a struggle just to be heard. They were the goddesses, the life bringers, the hearth makers.”

  “Look at this one,” Austyn said, pointing at the glass. “Look how the Incan gold curls to resemble breasts and round thighs. It’s so sensual.”

  “Yeah,” Willow agreed wistfully. She looked up and smiled at Austyn. “Your dad is so lucky. He gets to touch and index all this stuff before anyone else does. It’s got to give him a high to know he’s the first person in thousands of years to see and hold each piece.”

  “It does. I mean, it gives me a high. I think it’s just work to him.”

  “That’s impossible. He seems to love what he does.” Willow hadn’t missed Austyn’s comment though. “Does he ever take you to digs?”

  “Mm hm.” Austyn moved off.

  “Don’t you like going with him?” she pressed.

  “I love it. I think I might want to have his job some day.” Austyn suddenly spun around. “Hey, you want to see something cool?”

  “Depends what it is,” Willow said laughingly.

  “C’mon. You’ll love it. Meet me at my place tonight. You won’t be disappointed.”

  Willow looked at her consideringly. “Okay.”

  “Okay!” Austyn enthused, linking their arms and dragging Willow deeper into the museum.

  Willow looked for Bruce to make eye contact. Instead, she saw Kane. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t talked to him in days. Three to be exact. And it had been hellish. She didn’t like the way he made her insides feel wobbly, or how without him, sex with Bruce didn’t seem as complete. Bruce seemed to feel the same way. They’d only tried once since that afternoon with Kane.

  She missed Kane. Damn, him. She didn’t want to miss anyone. She quickly averted her gaze so Austyn wouldn’t pick up on her change in mood and realize why.

  Willow turned the corner. Austyn pulled her out of sight from the room they’d just left. “Who was that?”

  “Who was who?” Willow asked, her heart in her throat.

  “That guy. The cute blond you were looking at.”

  Willow bent around the archway, feigning a look to the previous room. “Just a guy, why?”

  “I’ve seen him before.”

  Willow shrugged. “We live in a small city. There are a lot of people I see that I don’t know.”

  “No,” Austyn shook her head. “You know that guy. Where the fuck did I see him?”

  Austyn wasn’t asking her, but she might as well have been. Willow tried to walk on, but Austyn’s grip on her arm suddenly tightened.

  Willow followed her gaze. Kane entered the room. He looked down at a leaflet then moved to one of the display cases.

  “Would you relax? He’s just checking out the museum,” Willow pointed out.

  “C’mon, Willow. You know that guy. Spit it out.”

  Willow sighed. She knew Austyn well enough. She wouldn’t let it go. “That’s Rick.”

  “Rick?” Austyn drew out suggestively.

  “He’s a guy Bruce and I hooked up with once. He follows me around a lot, but he’s harmless.”

  “Harmless? He can’t be harmless if he follows you around. That’s called stalking.”

  Willow thought quickly. She wasn’t good on her toes and the holes in her story to explain Kane’s presence were wide enough to drive a truck through. “Well, I haven’t exactly discouraged him.”

  “You told him we were coming here?”

  Willow ducked her head, pretending to hide a blush she didn’t have. “Yeah. I like him.”

  Austyn gasped melodramatically. “Does Bruce know?”

  “I don’t know, but I didn’t want to risk it. I told Rick I was coming here so we could see each other.” She gave Austyn a pathetically love sick look. “You aren’t mad, are you?”

  She laughed loudly. “Hell, no. Go say hi. I won’t tell Bruce a thing.”

  Play along, Kane.

  Willow jogged over to him. “Rick!” she greeted him loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hey, I’ve missed you.”

  At least
in cover work, she could tell him the truth without him realizing how accurate that statement was.

  Kane’s expression turned to stony surprise.

  “It’s okay, honey. Austyn noticed you following us. I had to tell her.” She pulled him into a hug.

  Kane reluctantly hugged her back. “This is a really bad idea, Harper,” he whispered in her ear.

  Willow rose up on her toes and kissed him. Yeah, she’d missed this. His warm, strong lips, his hot hands at her waist. The way he went from reserved, accepting her kiss, to giving it back to her. His lips parted over hers and she momentarily forgot where they were. When their tongues touched, she murmured in the back of her throat. Kane pulled her closer.

  When the kiss ended, Kane pressed his lips and nose to her temple. “I like doing that way too much, Willow.”

  She shivered at his use of her first name.

  Someone cleared their throat nearby. Willow looked up to see Austyn smiling expectantly. She thrust out her hand at Kane.

  “Hi, Rick. I’m Austyn.”

  “Hi,” Kane answered slowly.

  “So you came here to meet up with Willow on the sly?”

  “Something like that.”

  Austyn cocked her head playfully. “Do you like threesomes, Rick?”

  Willow’s eyes bugged at her mark.

  Kane’s hold on her tightened. “Not particularly.”

  “Too bad. I’d totally do you with Willow,” Austyn offered. “She told me about the time you shared with Bruce.”

  His sharp pinch to her ass made Willow squawk. “Baby,” he said, looking down at her. “Don’t you think that kind of thing is private?”

  Willow started to answer, but Austyn jumped in. “Willow and I don’t have secrets, do we Will?”

  “No,” Willow croaked.

  “Hey, I’m a good sport. There’s a bathroom off the cutlery exhibit that no one ever uses. If you want, you two could bowchicawowwow in there. I’d keep watch outside.”

  Willow was going to protest, but Kane smiled brilliantly. “Deal.”

  “What?” Willow swung her head to look at Kane.

  He gave her a toothy grin that looked more menacing than friendly. “Yeah, baby. Let’s go fuck in the public restroom while Austyn keeps watch. There’s so much I’m dying to do to you right now.”

  And all of it looked like variations on maiming.

  Kane was pissed. Beyond pissed. Not only had he been made—all his fault, admittedly—but Willow had drawn him into the cover? What the fuck was she thinking? This was the last time he’d work with a civilian group. Or a faery group. Or whatever the hell kind of group he was working with.

  Willow’s eyes looked up at him, wide and fearfully. Good. She should be afraid. She’d singlehandedly blown his cover, and, and, and Rick? What the fuck kind of pussy-assed name was Rick? Did he look like Rick?

  Willow licked her lips nervously. The slight sheen on her perfect pink lips, hit the direction change on his thought.

  Willow sputtered a protest. Kane linked their fingers and led the way to the exhibit Austyn had mentioned. Sure enough, it was far enough away from the bigger ones, that this tiny room had no one in it. Tucked back behind a pillar, not visible from the entry arch, was a ladies’ room.

  Austyn parked herself on the bench. “Have fun. Call if you need an extra pair of hands.”

  Kane snarled quietly, dragged Willow into the bathroom, and promptly pushed her up against the wall.

  “First,” he growled.

  Kane swooped in for a searing kiss. His lips, hard and bruising, punished her for her impromptu cover. At her whimper, he gentled his sensual attack. He wanted her to whimper, but he wanted it because she couldn’t stand being away from him any longer, not because he scared her.

  Willow’s fingers curled in his shirt, holding or pulling him closer, he wasn’t sure. He doubted she was sure either. He’d given her every reason to be afraid of being alone with him.

  Kane cupped her face, lightly pushing their lips together and retreating. Her sigh danced over his lips, and he let himself sink back into the sensation of kissing the woman he couldn’t rip from his mind.

  “Willow,” he whispered. Was she woman or faery? Did he care?

  Her arms curled around his neck. She stretched her body along his, arching her back, pushing her sweet breasts against him. Kane pushed back, pinning her with his body, to the wall. He knew the minute she felt his arousal, because her breath hitched. Willow lifted a leg, hooking it around his waist. Automatically, he ground against her.

  He hadn’t intended to actually fuck her in a bathroom, but her responsiveness could change his mind.

  “Wait,” she whispered breathlessly.

  Kane ducked his face to her neck, inhaling her scent and trying desperately to slow down.

  “We need Bruce.”

  He hated to admit it, but she was right. There was plenty of attraction between them, and lots of heat. He could certainly perform, and wanted to, but there would be something—no, someone—missing. He’d seen Bruce’s glowing wing-things. Was it faery magic that made Bruce seem like the missing puzzle piece here? It was enough to fuck with his mind. And yet, it was true. Bruce should have been there with them.

  “Yeah, we do,” he agreed.

  Willow drew her face away, looking at him with surprise. “You think so too?”

  “Willow,” he said, looking deep into her green eyes. “I could fuck you seven ways from Sunday and never get enough, you’re definitely all I need.” He pressed his hips to hers as proof. “But it would only be fucking.”

  “I’m up for fucking,” she breathed.

  He grinned. “Are you?”

  “Please?”

  “You’re getting the hang of asking for it. I like that,” he rewarded her with another searing kiss. “I can’t wait to see you come.”

  “Make me,” she whispered.

  The plea in her eyes was enough to tell him what she needed. She wanted him to take control of her pleasure, make her come, make her take it and get fucked roughly. She, like Kane, didn’t seem ready to accept that they were dancing around something much deeper than sexual chemistry. And that having that depth had everything to do with the missing third party. Faery or human, it no longer mattered. All that mattered was what was right here, right now.

  Kane unwound her arms from his neck, caught her wrists and slammed them over her head. The small sound of acquiescence said she wanted it.

  But this moment, just the two of them, it was like therapy. Yeah, that’s what it was. Fucking therapy. They couldn’t get each other out of their systems and if they just fucked, maybe they could forget that they were on the edge of something else.

  “Here’s how it’s going down, sweetheart. You’re going to hit your knees and suck me off. If I like it, I’m going to finger you into heaven.”

  Kane dropped her arms. He lifted the front of her cotton shirt, and pulled it behind her head. Her breasts begged to be sucked, the way they heaved with every breath, threatening to spill over the top of her demi bra.

  Kane pulled out his pocket knife and sawed through the strip of lace holding the cups together. It popped easily and fell open. Willow cried out, arched her back for him. Kane bent and pulled one tight nipple into his mouth, came off it, and sucked on the other one.

  Planting his hand on either of her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees. Willow made fast work of undoing his pants. She freed his cock, eagerly taking it in her mouth. Kane shuddered, rolled his head back.

  He didn’t know if he could keep this up for long. He wanted her too badly. Playing rough was fun. It was what she needed from him right now and what he needed to give, to push away the feelings he was having as bleed-over from great sex.

  But what he really wanted from her wasn’t sucking or fucking. Goddamn it, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to see the sun of pleasure rise on her face, to hold her close afterward, tucked against his body as they fell asleep.

  And
through it all, he knew Bruce would be there for that. He didn’t analyze it. It’s just how the picture looked. It’s how he expected it to look, and how he was coming to terms with how he wanted it to look.

  If Bruce walked away from a relationship, it wouldn’t just hurt Willow. It would devastate Kane. He didn’t know what to make of that realization. Fortunately, Willow’s focused efforts shattered any thoughts he had besides coming.

  Her mouth slipped back and forth over his tip, tightening on the head ridge. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, the other cupped his free-swinging balls.

  He looked down at her. Willow’s eyes locked with his. He drowned in them.

  The bathroom door opened, and Austyn propped against the door frame. “Oh. My. God! That’s the best looking cock I’ve seen in ages.”

  Willow started to turn her head. Kane sank his fingers in her hair and held her steady on her task. “Don’t stop, Willow. Let her watch.” He swung his gaze on Austyn. “Say nothing.”

  Austyn made a lip zipping motion. Her gaze dropped to Willow’s mouth.

  With his urging, Willow took his cock deeper. He groaned as she worked her throat around him, constricting his girth. She couldn’t manage all of him, but what she couldn’t take, she pumped her fist on enthusiastically.

  Willow reached behind his balls and pressed the strip of flesh before his anus.

  Kane saw stars. “I’m coming. Swallow it,” he demanded.

  Willow gripped his ass, her nails scoring him and he knew he’d have tiny red crescents there when she finished. It was the last push he needed. The pain, the look of her liquid green eyes. Even the panting observer who’d started touching herself while he fucked Willow’s mouth. He fisted her hair and bucked hard as cum streamed from his shaft.

  Kane lifted his face ceiling-ward on a guttural yell. She sucked him off then blocked Austyn’s view as she tucked him away. Austyn gave her a hand towel with a smirk.

  Kane helped her up. Willow tossed the paper towel and Kane lifted her arms back over her head. She seemed to like the position of helplessness.

  “Thank you,” he murmured against her lips. “I liked that a helluva lot. I think you deserve a reward.”