Luke gave him a slight nod. Wesley followed Lucas, his gaze on Kat as he left the plane and joined them. Then he looked toward the parking lot. He must have seen the car because he headed in that direction.
Adam grinned, the same kind of quick grin all the Kendall males shared, especially when they were getting ready to rib their cousins. Then he turned his attention back to Kat. “Just so you know, I’ll be keeping in touch with Detective Bannister. I’ll pass along any updates he has. Hopefully it won’t be long before they have your assailants—all of them—in custody.”
“Thank you.” Kat sighed. “I appreciate that, Sheriff.”
“It’s just Adam, Ms. Lawson. And you’re welcome.”
Kat nodded again. “I’m Kat.”
Adam’s stance relaxed, and relief lit his eyes. Paul guessed his cousin had worried that Kat would have been resentful toward him.
Paul had already known she wasn’t one to hold grudges.
Adam shifted his attention back to Paul, and he braced for the zinger. “Aunt Anna asked me to assure you that, among other things that are ready for you, there are groceries in the cupboard, milk and eggs in the fridge, and casseroles in the freezer.”
Paul ordered his face not to blush. Adam’s laughing eyes told him exactly what the “among other things” were—likely clean sheets on the bed in the master bedroom. He just thanked his knowledge of his parents that made him confident that anything more intimate in nature—like condoms and lube and, God help him, handcuffs, blindfolds, and paddles in the bedside table drawers—would have been courtesy of his fathers.
It was not quite as embarrassing knowing his fathers would have seen to that.
Seeing Adam’s continued merriment, Paul realized his cousin knew where his thoughts had gone, which had very likely been Adam’s plan in the first place.
He shook his head, his own smile fighting to escape. He couldn’t be angry, of course, because that was how Kendalls did things, and when it came right down to it, Jessops were like that, too. “Thanks for having the SUV close by. It’s been a long day already,” Paul said. Of course, with the time difference, they were only an hour later on the clock than when they’d left the house in Malibu.
“Get some rest, all of you. We’ve got your backs.” Adam stood aside, his attention on the Lear, waiting, Paul knew, for his own brothers.
Morgan and Henry deplaned, and Kat turned to face them. “Thank you—both of you—for the rescue.”
“You’re very welcome,” Henry said. “Get some rest, now. We’ll see you later.”
Kat watched the three Kendalls walk away. Paul sensed she was nearly completely out of energy. He slipped his arm around her. Accepting the gesture, she edged closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“I don’t want to seem like a wimp, but I’m really tired.”
“I’d hardly call you a wimp,” Paul said. “You didn’t even get a proper night’s rest, and it’s barely been a full twenty-four hours since you were in the hospital.”
Wesley pulled the car up so that Kat wouldn’t have to walk far. Lucas set her suitcase in the trunk and then took the front passenger seat.
It didn’t take long to get Kat settled in the backseat beside him. “I think we’re going to take Adam’s advice and head straight to bed.”
“This time, will you all come to bed with me? Or, crap, I never thought. Do you even have a bed big enough for all of us here?”
“Don’t worry, angel,” Wesley said.
“The bed in the master suite here is even larger than the one in the Malibu house.”
“Good. I can hardly wait to see it.”
Paul chuckled. “The house or the bed?”
Kat yawned. “Both. How far is it?”
“Less than ten minutes,” Lucas said.
Paul felt Kat settle against him. She’d clearly hit her limit because, despite her stated enthusiasm to see their destination, she slid right into sleep.
Chapter 11
Kat opened her eyes and inhaled deeply. Warm and comfortable, she’d known where she was the moment she began to awaken. As the enticing scent of three very unique and sexy men permeated her senses, she wondered, whimsically, if the Jessops were going to get the impression she had some sort of sleeping disorder. I sure seem to be making a habit of dropping off in their presence.
“How are you feeling?” Lucas’s hot-as-hell, sleep-husky voice rumbled from her left. A soft touch, his hand stroking her hair, made the impression of cozy intimacy complete.
“Better. Sorry, I keep conking out on you guys.” The yawn overtook her, accompanied by an urge to stretch that wouldn’t be denied.
“You weren’t the only one to go to sleep. We all did.” Paul’s voice came from her right. Then he stretched beside her, underscoring his point. “And anyway, sleep promotes healing, Kitty-Kat, and we want you healed.”
“I think I’m more than halfway there already.” It was true. The stretch her body had just stolen as she’d awakened hadn’t hurt as much as she’d been afraid it would. She looked from Lucas to Paul. “I didn’t have the opportunity to baby my soreness yesterday. I think, because of that, I didn’t get as stiff as I might have done, otherwise.”
“Well, that makes one of us,” Wesley quipped.
He was lying at the foot of the bed, and judging by the way his hair was slightly messed and his eyes blinked sleepily, that was where he’d slept.
All three men were on their sides, heads propped up by their hands, turned toward her and, she was certain, tuned into her. How amazing to be the sole focus of these men.
Wesley’s heated gaze told her that, while the words had been designed to get a smile out of her, they weren’t false. She couldn’t help but let her gaze track down to his crotch. He might be wearing boxers, but she could tell his cock was sporting an erection, and an impressive one it was, too.
It only took exercising her range of vision to determine his brothers were in the same state.
What had begun between them—at least on her part—as interest, and then arousal, had been building toward something more. Kat couldn’t see a single reason to deny the truth, not to herself, and certainly not to them. “I need you, all three of you. Please don’t refuse me this time. Yes, I’m hurting a little. But I really need you.”
“We won’t overwhelm you with our numbers, babe,” Lucas said. “Not today—or tonight.”
“It’ll be one of us at a time, angel,” Wesley said.
“And it will be our way.” Paul cupped her chin and turned her face toward him. “You might as well know the truth from the beginning, Katrina. When it comes to what goes on in the bedroom, we’re in charge, always. No exceptions.”
If any other man had said that to her, she’d have led with her right hook. But those words, coming from Paul Jessop and accompanied by the very dominant expressions of agreement on Lucas and Wesley’s faces didn’t inspire her to fight.
Instead, their words and the arrogant tilt of their heads inspired her to surrender.
Kat thought she’d nod, or maybe raise her arms above her head and put her wrists together, certain they’d get the message. But this first time, since Paul had used words to leave no doubt, she would, too. She met each of their gazes in turn, and said, “Yes. Your way.”
Such pleasure lit Paul’s eyes she nearly gasped because knowing she pleased him—knowing she’d pleased all of them—filled her with a sense of great accomplishment. It was a supremely sexy feeling.
“We need to see you naked.”
Kat grinned. “You’ve already seen me naked.”
Paul smiled. “We certainly did and aren’t likely to forget the sight, ever. But that was when we were bathing you yesterday.” He got up on his knees and looked down at her. His hand touched her gently, smoothing her hair away from her face. “We didn’t let ourselves focus on your delectable body then because we needed to take care of you.”
“You’ve done a very good job of that. I never knew...” She
let her words trail off. There was naked, and then there was naked. Kat didn’t know if she wanted to be totally and completely vulnerable to these men.
“You never knew...” Paul held her gaze, one eyebrow raised, clearly waiting for her to finish her thought.
Who am I kidding? No, these men would always insist on complete honesty from her. And she understood, instinctively, they’d offer her the same in return.
“I never knew being cared for would be like that. You made me feel cherished.”
“You felt cherished because you are cherished,” Lucas said. He, too, was on his knees and looking down at her, giving her his full attention.
At the foot of the bed, Wesley knelt beside her feet. They had her not surrounded so much as enveloped. Inhaling, she caught the scent of all three of them again, more potent now, she’d bet, because not only were they awake they were also aroused. The heat from their bodies became her heat, and the hunger she read in their gazes became her hunger.
Arousal, sweet, freeing arousal, swirled through her, filling each place within that had been empty for so very long. With their lusty gazes and genuine desire, they warmed her on the inside.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Despite what they’d said about her taking them on one at a time, the three brothers worked together to undress her. She hadn’t given much thought, lately, to the way her body looked unadorned. When she’d been younger, she’d been called coltish. Even after she’d hit puberty, her body had remained long and lithe, with little in the way of breasts or curves, in her opinion, to declare her femininity.
And yet she couldn’t deny the yearning shining in the eyes looking at her now, nor the desire etched on all three masculine faces. Then Lucas moved down the bed until he was beside Wes. And while neither their attention nor their interest waned—both men’s cocks were still hard—she had the sense that they’d ceded the moment to their older-by-minutes brother.
“So toned and tanned, and so very strong.” Paul stroked her neck, and then moved his hand down over her shoulder, as if measuring the musculature of her arms.
She tried not to let her inner wince show. “Not so strong since I ended up in the ER yesterday.” In that moment she allowed herself to acknowledge the thought that had been hovering in the background since the day before. As she’d lain, battered and bleeding on the LA sidewalk, that which had always been solid and sure within her had begun to shake. The sensation was very much like the foreshock of an earthquake. Kat pushed aside the feeling and the certain knowledge of what that quivering meant. She used every bit of her will to just let this moment, and these men, fill her senses.
Paul’s gaze flicked up, met hers, and held. She didn’t know what he saw there and had to resist the urge to avert her eyes.
“Strength, my darling Kat, is measured in more ways than just the physical. You’re a woman of strength. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.”
Not a strong woman, but a woman of strength. Kat wondered if there were many men in the world who would know the difference.
Paul’s caress reached her left hand, and he took it, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. He placed it above her head and then reached for the other. Treating it to equal attention, he placed her right hand beside her left.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
She could have told him then that she knew he wouldn’t, at least not physically. Some of her bruises had changed color already. She’d always been a fast healer. But she didn’t say that. She met his gaze and gave him her promise.
He smiled and stretched out on her right again. As he did so, he used left hand and bracketed both of her wrists, his grip firm but gentle. I could easily break his hold—physically. But I don’t want to.
With his other hand, Paul caressed her, his touch light yet stirring. He brushed the backs of his fingers beneath each breast in turn, his attention riveted to the way her body responded. Her nipples drew tight, and Paul’s slight smile told her he was pleased with her sensitivity.
“You like that, and you’re very responsive.” He inhaled deeply. “Are you wet? Are your juices beginning to flow?”
Kat licked her lips, unable to look away from Paul’s heated gaze. No one else existed right then but the two of them—and the two who were watching. This moment was out of time and space and definitely out of the ordinary.
Sacred. How many times had she heard that word used to describe sexual intimacy and wanted to roll her eyes at the cliché? And yet, this place, this time, this moment felt sacred.
“Yes, I’m wet. I only have to look at any of you, and I’m wet.”
“Just looking at you affects us, too, Kat. You make our hearts soft and our cocks hard.” His hand left her only for a moment, only long enough for him to remove his boxers.
Kat’s gaze tracked down his body, her senses drinking in the sight of Paul Jessop, naked. Like his brothers, his chest was hairless, and muscled, evidence of hours spent doing the physical. She wished her hands were free so she could touch him.
A tickle of arousal skittered across her flesh. Kat felt her nipples pinch tighter, her clit swell, and her nectar seep. Completely involuntary, her inner muscles clenched, as if grabbing hold of a cock. That little flex made her arousal soar.
“Please.”
“Please what, Katrina?”
“Kiss me. Touch me. Take me.”
Paul’s grin flashed, wide and fast. “What an impatient little kitty you are.” He inhaled deeply again. “Did you know I can actually smell your arousal? You have an enticing aroma, and you’re making my mouth water.”
His gaze turned serious, making Kat’s heart pound. And then he cupped her chin, angled her face, and covered her mouth with his.
Hot and wet, Paul’s kiss seduced her, the sensation of his tongue stroking hers plunging her deep into a world of irresistible sensuality and dark desires. He drank from her, and the ambrosia he gave her in return overtook her blood, intoxicating her spirit, and made her crave even more.
The suctioning of his mouth on hers slickened her sex. Her hips undulated, as if her entire body was calling to him to come, to enjoy, to consume.
His mouth left hers and began a journey, kissing, licking, exploring. Her neck and shoulders, her cheeks and chest, every spot of her drew his voracious sampling. Hungry lips closed around a beaded nipple, and Kat moaned, her back arching, her body pleading with him to take more, more, more. He released her hands as he moved south, and her arms cradled his head. He gave her sweet, sweet kisses on her bruises, and her heart melted just a little. When he placed one hot hand on the inside of her thigh, she obeyed without thinking and spread her legs for him.
He moved, insinuating himself within the cradle of her thighs as he kissed a path down farther and farther. The brush of his lips against her slit as he moved downward hurled shivers through her body.
“I’ve dreamt of this.” Masculine words whispered against heated feminine flesh ignited the kindling of arousal. “I’ve dreamt of having my mouth on your pussy, of drinking you down, of swallowing your juices as you pulse in my face.” Then he used his tongue and gave her one solid lick, from the base of her slit to her clit.
Kat gasped and looked down, and for one moment, their gazes locked.
He said, “Mine.”
Then his mouth was on her pussy.
Intense pleasure, fiery and fierce, ate at her control, lapping up her will as if it was the most exquisite cream. Hungry spears, like the red-golden tongues of the hottest flame, shot through her body, burning away doubt and shadows and pain until all that was left was this passion, this raw, all-consuming lust.
Kat pushed her feminine folds closer to Paul’s ravenous mouth as mindless desire seized her. And all the while her arousal soared, the electric excitement elicited by Eros bound her with unseen silken ropes to this man, and this moment.
Kat yearned as she’d never yearned before.
Paul rubbed his lips back and forth over he
r pussy, his tongue snaking out to delve into her canal and then sliding out and up to swipe over her clit.
Passion became a frenzied dance, and ecstasy beckoned. Fingers caressed, spreading her moisture, gently seeking and then finally easing into her.
She could no longer distinguish one action from another, because the man lying prone between her thighs controlled every nuance, every nerve, as he rained pleasure upon pleasure upon her.
“Go over, love. Come for us.”
The vibration of words against her sopping and sensitive tissues shot her that last little bit, even as his fingers slid inside her and found her sweet spot. And then he sucked her clit into his mouth, and Kat’s world exploded.
Ripe, righteous rapture consumed her. The flames burned away all else until only emotion, only need and desire remained. The rush of the orgasm left her outer shell shattered and her inner woman exposed, vulnerable yet free.
Into the vacuum, a roaring tide of joy filled her—joy and gratitude and peace, and a new emotion that felt very much like love.
As she drifted back, she felt Paul move. She became transfixed by his smiling gaze, which was focused on her. Then he very quickly sheathed himself.
Neither his smile nor his gaze wavered as he crawled up her body. He didn’t stop until they were chest to chest and the head of his latex-covered cock lay pulsing against her wet pussy. He thrust into her in one solid push and held himself still within her.
Kat had almost forgotten how good it felt, that special kind of stretching and fullness a woman experienced when she held her lover’s shaft inside her body. She put her hands on his shoulders and let herself enjoy the sensation of his muscles, locked tight as he held himself above her.
“Wrap yourself around me, Kat. Just your arms, baby, and hold on to me.”
Oh yes. It was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. He eased down so she could wind her arms around his neck. Her ankles ached to cross on his butt, but even without the extra connection, she doubted if a breath could come between their bodies.
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