by Rhian Cahill
Pass The Parcel
A Party Games novella
Rhian Cahill
It’s more than a game when their hearts are involved.
For one night Kitty is going to pretend she’s someone else. Someone not afraid of going after what she wants. And what she wants is a night of carnal pleasure with her two bosses.
Ethan and Finn have wanted their shy, innocent office manager since the moment they laid eyes on her. But months of issuing subtle invitations and innuendoes have gotten them nowhere. Until now.
Now she’s here. With them. And nothing will stop them from getting what they want—Kitty in their bed. Forever.
Warning: A heroine out of her depth and two sexy heroes determine to show her she’s capable of taking them both on.
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Pass The Parcel
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Copyright © 2014 Rhian Cahill
Edited By Heidi Moore
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Dedication
To the girls who stand beside me and hold me up when I need it. Divas, this one is for us.
And for KittyKelly. Because you asked.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Epilogue
About Rhian Cahill
Also by Rhian Cahill
Chapter One
Kitty took a deep breath and held it.
I can do this.
Breathing out through her nose in a steady stream, she tried to calm her rioting nerves.
I have to do this.
Lord, if she chickened out now she’d never forgive herself. But the urge to leave was swallowing her whole.
No dammit!
For once—just once—she wanted to be the bold, sexy, confident, go-after-what-she-wants woman she’d dreamed of being.
I will do this.
Kitty raised her chin and stared at the house across the street. Lights ablaze and music pouring from inside like water through a sieve, the place oozed party. For some reason—whether inspired by the driving beat thumping the walls and vibrating the very air she breathed or the scantily clad individuals spilling from inside and milling about on the lawn—Kitty felt a sexual pull like no other.
Lowering her gaze, she drew in another big breath and let it go in a rush.
Who was she kidding? Her arousal had nothing to do with the pounding music or the barely clothed people across the street. Two words explained her current state of electrified awareness.
Ethan.
Finn.
Two names that wrenched her slumberous libido from its dormant status into the bright lights of need and want. God. She’d spent weeks, months—years—admiring them from afar. In her fantasies, she was one of the women they regularly took to bed. Together. A shiver rolled over her. Kitty might not be an inexperienced virgin, but she’d never ventured far into the carnal territory Ethan and Finn liked to play in.
She hadn’t had the nerve.
Still didn’t.
But she was going to pretend.
For one night, Kelly Owens—aka Kitty—would be the woman that men wanted. The sexy siren they couldn’t take their eyes off. The one they wanted to put their hands on.
Even if it killed her.
And it just might.
She took a step in the five-inch heels she’d borrowed from her sister and winced. And wobbled. Her toes were squashed together and her arches were stretched so high she was surprised she hadn’t snapped a tendon or ligament or muscle or whatever it was that held her toes on. With a grimace, she tugged on the hem of her ridiculously short skirt and wondered why she’d thought exposing every centimetre of her legs was a good idea.
Or why she’d purchased the black lace thong currently flossing her butt cheeks. And don’t even get her started on the lung-crushing, skin-pinching corset the saleswoman had talked her into buying. Or why she’d worn the stupid thing.
Sure, it pushed her C cups to an in-your-face drool-worthy position, but that didn’t take away from the fact that if she moved faster than a slow walk—not that she dared in her sky-scraper shoes—she’d slap herself in the face and break her nose. Or bust a lip. Or poke an eye out with one of her turned-on nipples.
That was the other problem with the corset. It didn’t cover her boobs. The torturous contraption made a weird shelf-like thingy that left two-thirds of her breasts uncovered by anything but the flimsy halter-top she wore. Or wasn’t wearing depending on your opinion of what constituted a top. In hers, what she had on barely resembled a bikini, and Kitty didn’t even own a bikini.
She tried pulling her hair over her shoulders to hide the plain-as-the-nose-on-your-face advertisement of her arousal, only those pesky tips even managed to navigate their way through the long strands to sit front and centre. Pointing the way. The urge to cross her arms over her chest was strong. To curb the impulse, she curled her fingers and concentrated on brushing her knuckles on her bare thighs with each step she took.
“Kitty!”
Turning her head, Kitty saw the two reasons she was here no more than a car-length away. She stumbled on nothing in particular and would have fallen flat on her face if Finn hadn’t sprinted over and slung his arm around her waist. He pulled her against him, her chest plastered to his and, with the added height of her killer heels, she found herself eye-to-eye with one of her leading fantasy men.
Lips trembling, she smiled. “Hi.”
“Jesus. You scared the shit out of me.” Finn glanced down at the road. “You must have hit a bit of loose gravel.”
Kitty nodded, more than happy for him to think that than the truth. One—she’d never worn heels this high in her life. And two—she was so worked up over them—over being here in these out-of-her-comfort-zone clothes—she couldn’t walk.
Ethan crowded in beside them. “You came.” The surprise in his voice made her stomach dip and her heart tugged on her throat as it took a freefall to her toes.
“Um, well, yes.” She glanced from one set of blue eyes to the other. “Y-you asked me to come.” Oh God. Had their invitation been a joke?
Ethan grinned and her heart shot back up from her toes and into her throat like it had been fired from a slingshot. “We most definitely did.” He leaned back, his gaze travelling the length of her until he reached her feet. Pursing his lips, he gave a soft whistle as he brought that shiver-inducing gaze back to hers. “And might I say how fucking brilliant that was.”
There was no denying the heat in his eyes or the way he looked at her as though he wanted to eat her whole. She quivered all over.
The air around them crackled. And the courage she’d dredged up to get her to this point wavered in the face of such obvious lust. She’d never been on the receiving end of a look so hungry, and as her body responded with its own hunger—warming, coiling, dampening—she teetered on her borrowed five-inch stilts.
The vice around her waist tightened, squashing her boobs into the hard male chest in front of her.
How had she forgotten Finn held her? H
eld her crushed against him. So close she could feel every inch of him.
Every.
Inch.
And there were many.
All of them rock hard.
Kitty swallowed. Licked her dry lips. The heat of the mid-summer evening was nothing compared to the heat radiating off Finn. And Ethan.
Off the two of them.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
Breathe.
Her chest ached and her heart slammed against her ribs, threatening to shove her boobs off their display shelf.
Breathe dammit.
She needed to breathe. Needed to calm the chaos churning inside her. But she couldn’t do that with them so close.
Surrounding her.
Overwhelming her.
Kitty tried to ease out of Finn’s arms, but Ethan moved closer, pressing in behind her. Caging her between them.
“Where you going?” he murmured in her ear, sending goose bumps racing over her skin and fire racing over every nerve ending.
“I, um.” Kitty glanced around, her heart pounding louder than the music blaring around them. She avoided their eyes, her gaze darting from one thing to the next until it landed on the house. “Inside?”
Air rushed from Ethan’s lungs and the steel rod stretched across his shoulders melted away. He’d seen Kelly’s fear. Seen the uncertainty, the urge to flee that had flashed through her eyes, and it killed him to stand there and let her decide whether or not to stay. He wouldn’t make her stay, but he’d do everything he could to convince her she wanted to.
He reached for her hand and slid his fingers through hers. “Let’s go then.”
Finn loosened his grip and turned her so she was tucked into his side. “Stick close. These things can get a little wild.”
Wild wasn’t the half of it. The last one of these parties they’d attended had gotten so out of control once the party co-ordinator had left, even their eyebrows had been raised. And that was saying something.
He doubted things would be out of hand this early in the night but gave Kelly’s hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. We’ll look after you.”
They’d take such good care of her she’d never want to be away from them. Ever. Shit. He was getting ahead of himself again. Kelly was here—with them—and for now that was all that mattered—it was enough—a start. The rest would fall into place if it was meant to.
God, he hoped it was meant to.
“Um, so whose party is this?” she asked as they made their way across the lawn, careful not to rush her in her sexy shoes. Ethan couldn’t recall seeing her in heels before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find them erotic as hell.
“Mike. Friend of ours,” Finn answered.
“You remember Mike? He was at the office for a month or so about a year back,” Ethan added.
“Oh, yes. Really tall guy. Built like a brick shi—”
Ethan swivelled his head to see what had snagged Kelly’s attention. And there was their host. All six foot six inches of him. “Hey, Mike,” he called out.
Mike held his hand out to Ethan. “Glad you guys could make it.”
“You remember Kitty,” Finn said as he shook Mike’s hand.
“I do indeed,” Mike murmured as his gazed raked over the woman between them.
At the blatant look of desire in his friend’s—make that ex-friend’s—eyes, Ethan’s gut cramped and a growl rumbled in his chest. But Finn stepped forward a little before Ethan managed to clear the red haze shrouding his vision.
“Off-limits,” Finn snarled.
Mike’s only reaction was an arched eyebrow.
Ethan knew the question circling in his friend’s mind and he couldn’t blame the guy for wondering. It wasn’t unusual for a woman to move through the men in their circle. But not this one. Kelly was different. “Always,” Ethan ground out through clenched teeth.
Mike grinned. “Well, well, well. Let the fun begin.” He swept his arm in the direction of the house. “Food and drinks out back. Games wherever you look.”
“Food first, I think.” Finn urged Kelly around Mike towards the front door.
“W-what was that about?” Kelly asked as they climbed the stairs.
Ethan smiled at her and gave her hand a quick squeeze. “Nothing. Mike’s a shit stirrer, that’s all.”
Kelly eyed him sceptically but didn’t question him further. She held Ethan’s hand in an easy grip but when they stepped into the house and came across the first game her gentle hold became a stranglehold.
“Oh. My. God.” Her words were whispered on a shaky breath and he moved closer to stop her from bolting out the door. “Is that…? Are they…?”
Finn chuckled. “Yep. Strip poker.”
Ethan dismissed the room full of people in various states of undress and moved deeper into the house. He tugged Kelly and Finn with him. The sooner they got to the food and the all-important inhibition reducer the better. Kelly’s hand trembled in his and he knew they were close to losing her to the shyness—the insecurities—that he’d caught glimpses of during the years he’d known her.
Getting her drunk wasn’t part of the plan, but she could do with a couple of glasses of alcohol to loosen her up. Relax her a little. In the time she’d worked for them, he’d gotten to know her well enough to know right now she felt out of her element. It was in the rapid shifting of her eyes, the shallow breaths she took and the dampness of her palm pressed against his. He’d be damned if he let her run from them now though.
Not when she’d finally embraced some of that wild woman he knew lived deep inside her by accepting their invitation to join them tonight.
Two years ago, she’d come to them as an office temp—a temp who’d proven so invaluable to the day-to-day running of their architecture business that they hadn’t let her go. Of course, the fact he and Finn had fallen instantly in lust with Kelly Owens—with Kitty—had a lot to do with it. But they wanted things—craved—sexual things that most women couldn’t bring themselves to do.
Having a threesome might be one of the top female fantasies, but very few took part in one even when offered. Kelly would take part and more. He’d—they’d—make sure they were too tempting to refuse. Getting her to go out with them was the first step. She knew of their bedroom exploits—they’d never hidden who they were from her—and judging by the outfit she had on, she’d at least considered walking on the wild side with them.
Spotting the bar, he stopped and asked, “What do you want? Beer, wine, spirits?”
“C-can I have water?”
“Water?” Finn asked.
Kelly shrugged. “I don’t drink.”
Ethan knew she didn’t go out and party every weekend like the average twenty-something, but he hadn’t realised she didn’t drink. “At all?” he asked.
“I prefer to stay in control and alcohol impedes that.” She swung her gaze from Ethan to Finn and back again. “Oh, it’s not that I haven’t in the past. When I was younger. But not now. I don’t go out that often and drinking at home alone seems a little pathetic to me.”
Obviously their open-mouthed stares were rattling her if she felt the need to justify her choices. Her confession had him a little rattled too. She didn’t drink. She didn’t go out. Did she date? How did she hook up with a guy for sex? Jesus. Had she had sex? Ethan gave himself a mental slap. Of course she’d had sex.
Hadn’t she?
“If you don’t go out, what do you do for fun?” Finn asked.
Kelly gnawed on her bottom lip. “Read,” she muttered.
“Read?” Ethan tucked a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face until her gaze met his. “What do you read?”
“Um, you know, fiction.”
Her eyes shifted away and her cheeks turned pink, and Ethan knew she wasn’t giving him a straight answer. He thought about pressing further, but she slid her tongue out of her mouth and licked over the plump bottom lip he’d dreamt about nibbling on. His brain short-circuited as blood drained out
to fill other more urgent parts of his anatomy.
There were just enough cells left functioning to project images on the inside of his skull. Images of Kelly using that tongue and mouth to drive him insane while Finn fucked her from behind.
Jesus. He wasn’t going to make it through the night at this rate. “Right. Water.” Ethan turned and all but lunged for the bar.
The guy on the other side took a step back and eyed him warily. “What’ll it be?” the barman asked.
“Two beers and a water.” God. Had he ever ordered water at a bar?
“Coming right up.”
Ethan waited. He kept his gaze forward, didn’t dare turn around and look at Kelly until he could manage some control. All she’d done was lick her lip and he’d wanted to shove her up against the nearest hard surface—preferably his best friend—and have his way with her. The hand-job he’d given himself before heading out tonight hadn’t made a damn bit of difference to his level of arousal.
He wanted to get out of here already and they hadn’t even had a drink yet. It was going to be a long night. Ethan glanced over his shoulder to see Finn leaning over to whisper in Kelly’s ear. She smiled up at his friend and Ethan wanted to kiss that smile. Wanted to feel those lips curve against his before he thrust his tongue between them.
“Here ya go, mate.”
Turning back to the bar, Ethan found two beers and a glass in front of him. “Thanks.” He grabbed the glass with one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other around the bottle necks. Heading the few feet over to Finn and Kelly, he hoped he could make it through the next few hours without ravishing the woman they’d finally convinced to go out with them.
Finn watched his best friend walk towards them and knew Ethan was fighting for control as badly as he was. Fuck. They’d be lucky if they didn’t scare the crap out of Kitty with their horniness. It was their own fault. The women had been few and far in the past since she’d come into their lives. With each one they’d bedded the dissatisfaction had grown until they’d known. No one but Kitty would do.