KATE: MADISON KATE #4

by James Tate

  Archer played with me, his fingers teasing with shallow thrusts and his tongue circling my clit, and it was driving me nuts. I needed more. I needed him to fill me up and make me scream.

  My hand reached out, wrapping around Steele's cock and stroking him as I sucked Kody off, but my hips were bucking against Archer's face. If he didn't put something more than his fingers into me soon...

  I met his eyes over Kody's dick, and he read my mind clear as day. A second later he was shoving his shorts down and sinking his thick cock between my folds.

  A low moan escaped me, despite how full my mouth was, and Archer grunted as he made his way further inside my pussy.

  Goddamn, there were so many things to split my attention when all four of us were involved. Steele smacked Kody in the shoulder, and they switched again. This time Steele slammed into my mouth so fast his piercings clicked against my teeth, and I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat.

  Kody grabbed my hand to wrap around his shaft, slick with my saliva, and encouraged me to pump my fist up and down him.

  Archer started moving between my legs, his hips bucking forcefully. My legs were already quivering, and I knew there was no way they were letting me off with any less than three orgasms before this was over. One for each of them... if not more.

  He met my eyes as Steele fucked my mouth, then quite deliberately sucked on his fingers before reaching between us and finding my clit.

  Yep, I had no hope. They were driving the ship; I was just along for the ride. But holy hell, what a ride!

  I came, gasping and moaning around Steele's dick, and he showed mercy in withdrawing while I shuddered through that intense first climax. Probably worried I was going to bite him, come to think of it.

  "God, I'll never get used to that sound," Archer commented, his voice strained as he withdrew from my pussy and fisted his own cock.

  The only response I was capable of was a groaning whimper as my limbs trembled with orgasm aftershocks. Steele's fingers were still tangled in my hair, and he looked down at me with raw hunger, licking his lips.

  "I want to fuck your ass so bad right now, Hellcat," he admitted in a rough, lust-filled voice.

  Kody snickered, slipping from my grip as he reached for something tucked into the side of the champagne bucket. "Got you covered, pin cushion." He tossed a miniature bottle of lube to Steele with a wink. "Can't have you doing any damage just because we weren't prepared."

  Steele's dick literally twitched with excitement as he sat back into the pillows. His eyes locked on mine, he patted his lap. "Come here, gorgeous."

  Grinning like a maniac, I scrambled over to him and let him position me reverse cowgirl again, facing both Kody and Archer on my knees. The first drip of lube on my ass made me flinch because it was cold, but as soon as Steele started working it in, pushing his finger into me and stretching my ass, the cold was forgotten.

  "Arch," I said in a breathless pant. "Archer, come here."

  He shuffled closer on his knees, knowing exactly what I was asking for. His eyes were locked on Steele's fingers in my ass, though, even as he gathered my wet hair up in his fist and pushed his cock into my mouth.

  I could taste myself on him, and it just turned me on harder. Knowing he'd just been in my pussy and that Steele was about to fuck my ass... yeah, it was turning me right the fuck on. A low moan pulled from me as Archer fucked my face and Steele stretched me with another finger. More cold lube. God, the anticipation was killing me.

  The boys seemed to be working on intuition or ESP or something because just when I was about to lose it, Archer released my face and Steele's hands gripped my hips. He guided me back, coaxing me to sit up as he positioned his tip against my slick asshole.

  "Just take it slow," he told me, but the way his hands held my hips, pulling me down onto him as he pushed up, said another story.

  I gasped and panted as he filled my ass, feeling every damn piercing—all eight of them—as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. By the time he was fully seated in me, I was shaking and breathless, my hands braced behind me on Steele's hard abs,

  "Oh my god," I exclaimed on an exhale as he paused, giving me a second to adjust.

  "You okay, babe?" Kody asked, licking his lips as he stared. I was fully spread open, Steele's dick in my ass and my pussy on display, so I didn't blame him.

  I jerked a quick nod, not fully trusting my voice.

  Archer just made a sound of amusement and moved around beside me with his dick in hand. "Remember how you said you wanted to take us all at once?" he asked in a heated voice, his fist stroking his own cock lazily as Steele started to move under me.

  I just nodded again, too damn worked up to reply. But shit yes, I remembered. I’d said it the first time we fucked, on the side of the road in the pouring rain.

  "Ready to make good on that, babe?" Kody teased, his fingers stroking my pussy, teasing my clit, then sinking inside.

  "Fuck yes," I breathed, my voice holding a heady moan. "Kody..."

  He just smirked, two fingers in my cunt as Steele slowly fucked my ass. "I got you, babe. Just let me play a minute." His head dipped low, his mouth closing over my clit, and his fingers filled me up, making me cry out.

  "Fuck you're gorgeous," Archer muttered, stroking his hand down my face and dragging his thumb over my lower lip. I bit his thumb, then sucked on it as I held his eye contact. Then Kody did something with his tongue that made me scream.

  That was enough to snap Archer's patience, and his grip tightened on my hair once more, his dick tapping my lips. I eagerly opened for him, sucking him hard as Kody and Steele worked together to push me into another orgasm.

  When I came again, no sounds escaped me as Archer damn near suffocated me with his cock. That only intensified my climax, and Kody's face was thoroughly damp when he sat up wearing a wide, self-satisfied grin.

  His fingers were still in my pussy, though, and Steele's hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise as he tried to pace himself.

  "Kody," Archer grunted, "quit messing around. We've got the rest of the night to take turns, but right now—"

  "Yeah, yeah," Kody snickered, licking his lips slowly like he was savoring the taste of my climax. "Hold your load, big guy." He shot me a wink, then gripped his cock as he shifted positions.

  "You good, babe?" Kody double-checked as he rubbed the tip of his dick over my soaking pussy. He was teasing because I was clearly in no position to chat. A fact Archer reinforced by thrusting back down my throat again and making me moan.

  My eyes said it all for Kody, though. He held eye contact with me as he pushed inside my cunt, breaking my gaze only as his hips met my pelvis and his eyes rolled back slightly.

  "Holy crap," he muttered. "That's a different experience with Steele's pierced dick, that's for fucking sure."

  Steele snorted a laugh from under me. "You can feel that, huh?" He pulled out of my ass almost entirely, then slammed back in quickly. "How about that?"

  Kody looked like his brain was short circuiting. I understood the feeling.

  "Holy fuck," Kody muttered with a laugh. "I mean, I'm not into dudes. But I could get used to this." He gripped my knee, adjusting his angle.

  I looked up, meeting Archer's eyes and encouraging him. I wanted them all. I wanted to feel them fuck me every damn way imaginable, and I wanted them all to come inside me.

  Archer's eyes darkened, flashing with heat, and he gripped my hair tight. He used his hold on my head to fuck my face, punishing my throat as Kody and Steele alternated thrusts into my other holes.

  Steele was the first to lose it. His pace stuttered and his fingers gripped my hips harder, then he cried out as he came. Kody just fucked me faster, like Steele's climax had forced him to prove something.

  I came again a moment later, feeling the slide of Steele's cum against his piercings in my ass like an overload of lube.

  Archer grunted, withdrew from my mouth, and pushed Steele to move him out from under me. Kody must hav
e guessed what he wanted, because he pulled me into his arms, moving us until he was flat on his back with me riding his dick.

  "Oh fuck," Steele commented with a laugh. "I'm gonna be hard again before you two even finish."

  I just shot him a grin and a wink, challenging him to make that happen.

  Archer moved behind me and pushed me flat into Kody's chest with a hand on my back. Except, instead of taking my ass like I'd expected, I felt a startling, unfamiliar stretch as he pushed into my pussy with Kody.

  A low, sex-drenched moan escaped me as my cunt adjusted to accommodate two cocks together, and my breath came in short, sharp pants. It was incredible.

  "You okay, baby girl?" Archer asked in a rough voice, his body shadowing me and his lips at my ear.

  I nodded, frantic, and Kody just chuckled. He wasn't objecting, though. Far fucking from it. He and Archer just went to town, fucking me in tandem and making me come twice more before they each chased their own climaxes.

  When they withdrew, I was aching, throbbing, soaked in cum, and more satisfied than I could ever remember being in my entire life. Yet as Kody and Archer collapsed into boneless heaps on the pillows, Steele caught my eye with a smirk. His dick was in his hand, hard as a damn rock again.

  His brow cocked in question, and I nodded, licking my lips. My limbs were too jelly-like to do much, though, so I just lay back on the blanket as he climbed between my legs. A few minutes later, he came again, filling my cunt with his seed and kissing me like I was his very reason for existence.

  Yeah, it was safe to say they'd officially changed my opinion on surprises. One hundred and twenty percent, I loved their surprises.

  Epilogue

  Halloween night...

  Steele's fingers ruffled through my freshly blow-dried hair, and he kissed me softly. "You're so fucking hot as a blonde, Hellcat," he confessed with a groan. "This is gonna be way too hard to keep my hands off you all night."

  I grinned wide, loving his reaction to my new hair color. After everything with Dave—or Declan—I'd tried to pretend I was okay. I’d tried to act tough, like nothing had left a lingering mark thanks to my therapy. But the sheer relief I'd felt when my hairdresser stripped the pink dye from my hair and returned me to my natural blonde? It was staggering. Maybe because all those creepy barbie dolls had had pink hair. Or maybe because his captive slaves had been forced to dye their hair to match mine. Or maybe I just needed to feel like a truer version of me.

  Whatever the reason, it felt like a thousand tons had lifted from my shoulders. Steele's jaw dropping when he saw me only made it so much sweeter too. Bree had lost her ever-loving shit when I video-called her from the hairdresser, but then fell asleep halfway through our call. I totally didn’t blame her either; her baby boy was giving her karmic justice for her own diva personality.

  Kody and Archer were already at The Laughing Clown prepping for the fight, but Steele and I had told them we'd meet them there. For one thing, they needed to focus before Archer's fight. For another, Steele wanted to sit me on his grand piano and eat me out as he played his latest composition. It sounded complicated, but he was a talented man, he made it work.

  "Well"—I flipped my platinum hair over my shoulder and pulled a pair of panties on—"I never said you had to keep your hands off me. Just don't distract me from Archer's fight this time. I wanna see the whole thing."

  Steele dragged his thumb over his lower lip, his face already full of ideas. "Well, in that case why are you putting panties on? If we're not allowed to take you away from the fight, you gotta make it a bit easier."

  I snorted a laugh and shook my head. "I'm sure you'll make it work."

  He shrugged, knowing full well my panties would prove exactly zero deterrent when he set his mind to it. Then again, if they knew I was going commando under my oversized hoodie, it'd drive them crazy.

  With that evil thought, I stripped my underwear off again and left it on Steele's music stand.

  "Come on, Max, we're gonna be late." He grabbed for me, and I laughed, dancing out of his reach on my dangerously high heels. I'd dressed to kill for tonight's fight, wearing my favorite, personalized The Archer hoodie—which fit me like a dress—paired with thigh-high, lace-up, black stiletto boots.

  Steele sure as fuck seemed to appreciate the image it cut as I sat on his piano with my legs spread.

  We climbed into one of his cars, a cherry-red Corvette that had recently been modified with bulletproof glass, and he took his time kissing me before pulling out of our old mansion. Because the fight was being held at The Laughing Clown, we'd gotten ready at our former residence. Technically it was still ours, but we hadn't spent more than a handful of nights there since that weekend the guys had surprised me with the mountain lodge. That was our home.

  The Laughing Clown had recently undergone an extensive refurbishment. Hades had decided to take over a lot of my father's Shadow Grove revitalization projects. Except instead of doing it as a front for embezzlement for sleazy motherfuckers like Bree's dad, the Timberwolves were doing it to run them as actual businesses.

  So, the creepy, old abandoned amusement park that had haunted my nightmares way too damn often was getting a facelift and a new name.

  Anarchy.

  It seemed oddly appropriate, considering the crowd it'd attracted for Archer's fight. Steele and I made our way through the costumed spectators, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. I knew Halloween was just a good excuse for a party—and therefore, alcohol sales as well as sales in the less legal side of gang business—but the Timberwolves were really doing me a favor with this fight night.

  Closure was a beautiful thing. Being able to attend Archer's fight, knowing everything we'd been through in the two years since Riot Night, it was cathartic. The fact that Steele was at my side, his fingers tightly linked with mine, made it all the better.

  "We should have reserved seats," Steele told me, his lips against my ear so he could be heard over the crowd and thumping music. Everyone was crazy hyped up for this fight, and the excitement was infectious.

  Archer hadn't taken any fights since canceling the one after he was shot. He'd been offered plenty, sure, but he'd turned them all down. His official line was that he was still recovering, but I suspected he was just enjoying himself without the pressure of a looming fight to train for. Certainly, he'd healed quickly from his injuries, and Kody had been kicking his ass around our new home gym enough.

  The boys had taken it on themselves to train me in just about every possible martial-arts and self-defense technique they knew, but I had no desire to try my luck in the octagon. That was all Archer's domain.

  Steele and I found our front-row seats, emblazoned with The Archer's two corporate sponsors—Brilliance Diamonds and KJ-Fit.

  Music started pounding through the speakers louder than the before, and a heavy death-metal tune announced the first of the fighters into the cage. He was a big guy, strongly muscled and sporting a full-back Timberwolf tattoo.

  When Archer had been approached about the fight by Zed, he'd laughed and mocked the Timberwolf second that it was going to be embarrassing when he kept wiping the floor with their guys. Yet he couldn't turn it down. Not here, not on such a meaningful anniversary.

  Still, I suspected this guy was going to give him a good run for his money.

  The overly dramatic commentator did his bit to intro the Timberwolf fighter, and a huge section of the crowd went nuts for the big guy. Apparently, he also had a promising career in the professional MMA circuit. Hades had been aiming for star power to launch Anarchy, that was for sure.

  Then Archer's intro music started, and my grin spread so wide I could barely contain it.

  "I fucking love this song!" I needed to yell to be heard over the deafening roar of Archer's supporters, and Steele just gave me a self-conscious smile back. He knew how much I loved it, though, and just watched me with adoration in his eyes as I danced around to his tune, which he'd licensed to an up-and-coming rock band o
ut of Hollywood.

  It'd taken a bit of convincing for Steele to go main-stream, but the lead singer was the older brother of one of Seph's school friends. When I'd heard them play, I’d known they'd do justice to Steele's compositions.

  Kody entered the fight cage with Archer to give him the usual pep talk, then he took Arch’s hat and hoodie from him. Archer's eyes were locked on me from the moment he entered my line of sight, though, and my heart swelled to bursting with sheer pride for my guys.

  I blew him a kiss as the commentator rattled off the intro stats and whipped the crowd up into a screaming frenzy. He just winked back at me. A promise for later, after he'd won the fight.

  Kody climbed out of the octagon and came over to where Steele and I waited, then greeted me with a long, passionate kiss. His hand firmly gripped my ass through the hoodie, and he groaned against my lips.

  "Fuck me, you look so damn hot I'm tempted to drag you into the bathrooms before this fight even starts, babe." He was only halfway joking, and I knew it all too well. "This hair... Holy crap, I didn't know it was possible for you to be more breathtaking."

  My eyes narrowed at him. "Not tonight, Casanova. I'm here for the fight. You can all fuck me senseless later."

  Kody huffed a laugh and released his grip on me, but he kept his arm around my waist loosely. "I'll hold you to that, gorgeous."

  I licked my lips, grinning as I met Archer's intense stare once more. He bounced on his toes, throwing warm-up punches, but his attention was all on me. We could have been in an empty warehouse for all he noticed the crowd of spectators.

  "Go," I urged Kody, pushing him back toward Archer, "help him win this so we can celebrate."

  He kissed me again but did as he was told. He turned his KJ-Fit cap backward as he strode around the cage to Archer, laser-focused on the job at hand.

  "Wanna take bets?" Steele murmured as I sat back down beside him when the referee started the fight. We both knew the first part would just be Archer testing out his opponent, checking his speed and weaknesses, so we saved our energy for when it heated up.