“Nothing is more important to us than your being healed. We won’t apologize for being as high-handed as we need to be to see that you get that way.”
Did they think she’d been standing here, staring out the window, because she was still pissed? That wasn’t it, but she was unwilling to explain everything that was going on in her mind right then.
She had a right to her own thoughts, and she needed to spend time there mentally, figuring things out. She needed to get a handle on her emotions.
I need to get my shit together.
But Kat didn’t want these good men to think she was angry with them. “I don’t expect apologies. The truth is I like that you’re that way—that you all are. I don’t think you’d run roughshod over me just on a whim.”
“Never.” Paul placed a gentle kiss against her ear. Until these men had come into her life she hadn’t realized she had so many erogenous zones.
“Since Robbie said only moderate exercise for you, the trip to the gym and the gun range we talked about earlier has been tabled.”
I should feel disappointed about that, not ambivalent. Kat set aside her inner thoughts and focused instead on the men and the moment. If they weren’t heading out to the range, there was a high probability they’d stay here, instead. And staying here held a wealth of possibilities more exciting than target practice could ever be. “My, my, whatever will we do, then?”
“I can think of a couple of things.”
Kat grinned. Not only could she hear the teasing in his voice, but she also felt his erection growing, poking her in the butt.
“I’ll just bet you can. After all, you’re a screenwriter. Coming up with good ideas is what you do.”
“Seen some of our work, have you?”
“No, not some. All. After I met the three of you for the first time, I looked you up and then rented all the films you’d written the screenplays for.”
“A deliberate act.” Wesley’s voice came from her left. Kat opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“Very deliberate. I kind of felt like a groupie, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted to know you. I wanted to know what you’d done and how your minds worked. I thought seeing the movies you’d created would help with that.”
“And now that you know us better than you did, how did that method work for you?”
Lucas’s question wasn’t unexpected. It reflected the man he was, and because it did, she decided to be completely honest.
“I imagined I caught glimpses of each of you in those movies. I came to the conclusion that the three of you work in tandem, and that’s true. You do it in just about everything, I think. I decided that there were different parts of each screenplay that each one of you handles, and then you come together when it’s mostly written to ensure the work has cohesion. I think you know each other’s minds fairly well.”
“Clever woman,” Paul said. “We do work in tandem in most things.”
“And often we can even finish each other’s sentences.”
Kat couldn’t help but notice the men had moved subtly closer. She wanted to grin and had the devil’s own time keeping a straight face. They’d formed a triangle, and she was more or less in the center. “I’ve noticed that. Is that some sort of a triplet bond, do you think?”
“We do, yes. Just like we can look at each other and know what our womb mates are thinking most of the time—kind of like a special triplet PSI. And what we’re all thinking, right now, Kitty-Kat, is that we need you naked and between us.”
“That sounds like a very good idea.” Perhaps it was because of the thoughts that had so recently been circling just out of reach. She really didn’t know, herself, if what she wanted to do now was a bid for independence or the simple desire to be a temptress.
Whatever her true motive, Kat stepped forward, confident that Paul would release her. When he did, she took two more steps then turned to face them.
“One case I took on a couple of years ago, I went undercover at a gentlemen’s club. So another time, when I can do so without undue pain, I’ll show you that I’ve got moves.”
One of the things she liked best about the Jessops was little got past them.
“Let us know in advance, babe,” Lucas said, “and we’ll be flush with dollar bills to stick in your G-string.”
Kat laughed, and the sound, even to her own ears, came out soft and sexy. “Maybe we’ll role-play it, and one of you can be the bouncer, who’s supposed to keep the customers from touching.”
“Love the way you think, woman,” Paul said. His expression turned serious. “There is one thing we need to discuss, now that you’re feeling better.” He looked over at his brothers then returned his gaze to her. “The three of us were tested before we left Lusty to join you in LA Robert has those results if you’d like to see them. We’re clean.”
Kat sobered. “So am I. I’ve never let a man inside my body without protection.” She sighed, needing to be completely honest. “There’ve only been a couple before you, and nobody for a long time.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“I wasn’t, but I saw my doctor when I returned to LA I’m protected.”
“Good. We won’t use condoms, then, unless we’re taking your ass.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Still, Paul seemed to be waiting.
“Yes, all right.”
He nodded. His gaze swept her, and she felt a subtle change in him. “Good. Lose the clothes. Now.”
No, they can’t let me take the initiative and maintain control. But that didn’t bother her one bit. A shiver of anticipation raced down her spine. They were gentlemen, and gentle men, but when they let their dominant selves out to play, Kat’s juices flowed like a river.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt, taking her time about it. It was easy to strip for these men in a sensuous way. All she had to do was think about the way they touched her, the way they made her hot as hell. She not only felt sexy and aroused she knew they could sense her heat and her interest.
She tossed the shirt aside and reached for the snap to her jeans. Their gazes caressed her breasts, adorned by one of her favorite bras, a pretty pastel blue bit of satin and lace.
The thong she had on under her denim was its mate.
Kicking her shoes off, Kat lowered the zipper on her pants. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, moved her hands from her front to her sides and back a couple of times, and smiled when her teasing snagged the men’s full attention.
She pushed the dark blue denim off her hips, and it pooled at her feet. Hmm. I didn’t think this through. No graceful way for me to kick out of these.
Wesley held out his hand. Kat placed hers in his and found the stability she needed to free herself from the denim.
She gave them only a few moments to enjoy the view. Then she improved it by removing her lingerie.
“I like that you’re comfortable in your skin, babe.”
“Did you know, in the D/s lifestyle, that it’s not uncommon for Doms to insist their subs are without clothing of any kind while at home?”
Kat tilted her head to one side. “Sort of like the Ferengi do with their women?” She didn’t think she needed to explain her Star Trek reference. They were screenwriters and would get it.
All three men burst out laughing.
“Brat,” Wesley said.
“Well, I did warn you.” She scrunched her nose. “Now I’m going to be stuck imagining big lobes whenever you all go Dom on me.”
“If that’s what’s on your mind when we’re in a scene, then we’re not doing our jobs well enough.” Wes’s expression turned serious. “We like having you naked, though, especially when we’re fully dressed.”
“I never would have guessed that.”
Wes’s grin was a quick flash. His gaze roamed around the room, and then he nodded. It took him only a moment to walk over to where an ottoman sat in front of an armchair. He crooked his finger at her.
Kat didn’t even mind the slightly high-handed
signal. She didn’t know if they were in a scene or not, but it was the pure truth. Her body fucking loved it when these men went all Dom on her.
“Sit on the stool, your ass at the front edge with your legs splayed. Then lean back and rest your elbows on the chair.”
The position wasn’t as easy to get into as she’d thought. When she’d finally succeeded, she realized she was wide open to them.
“Perfect.” Lucas walked around the chair until he stood between her open legs. “Anyone strolling along the field and peering in is going to get an eyeful.” His smile, slow and sweet, told her he wouldn’t mind that happening one little bit.
He knelt down on the floor, his face so close to her slit that she felt his warm breath on her wet folds. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as if to better savor her scent. “What is it about the aroma of your arousal that makes my mouth water and my cock hard?”
Kat nearly offered him a smart-ass comment, but then he put his face between her thighs, and her thoughts shattered.
Her nipples hardened as Lucas began to use his lips and tongue to caress and arouse, to kiss and delve. He made sounds that vibrated on her wet flesh, sounds of a man indulging in a great tasty delight.
Movement on her left snagged her attention, and the sound of a belt clanging and a zipper moving snagged her interest.
“I want to feel your mouth on my cock, woman.” Wesley’s command spoken in that rough, needy way made her hotter and wetter.
He didn’t remove his pants, just unzipped and yanked out his cock. The macho maneuver sent a waft of his masculine aroma straight to her nose. In that instant she totally understood Lucas’s comment because Wesley, here and now, had that same effect on her. Well, not making me hard, but certainly making me hungry. And very, very thirsty.
Lucas nipped her thigh. She squeaked, and shivered, and then opened her mouth, widened her legs, and released every conscious thought.
Hot and hard and tasty, Wes’s cock slid between her lips, riding her tongue to the back of her throat. This wasn’t sweet, and it wasn’t flirty. This was sex, raw and rampant.
He fisted his hand in her hair, effectively holding her head in place as he rocked his hips, fucking her mouth. Between her legs, Lucas lapped and kissed and nipped, his feral sounds of pleasure increasing her arousal as the vibrations stimulated her clit.
Unable to control anything, unable to get into a position where she could bear down or pull up, Kat let herself be consumed by the pleasure these men took and gave.
She used her tongue to caress Wes’s shaft, even as she suctioned his cock. A steady stream of pre-cum coated her throat, and the feeling of being used somehow made what she was feeling even more intense.
“Close.” Wesley said the one word, and even as Kat began to suck harder, she felt Lucas grunt. And she realized that Wes hadn’t necessarily been speaking to her.
Then Lucas sucked her clit into his mouth and sucked her orgasm right out of her.
Kat screamed around the cock in her mouth as wave after wave of pleasure drowned her. Wes cursed and then growled, but all Kat could do was suck and feel. Glorious bliss filled every bit of her being, and when she felt the first hot spurt of jism, she could do nothing but swallow. Wes groaned and pressed his cock even deeper into her mouth. Kat felt the rub of his jeans on her chin and the weight of his cock on her tongue. Closing her eyes, relaxing her throat, she took the pleasure and his cum. She took what these two men gave her without hesitation or thought.
It felt like forever and was over in the blink of an eye. The aftershocks of orgasm skittered through her. Lucas kissed her just above her slit then got up on his knees.
Once again she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper opened. Wesley had braced himself on the chair, his body still bent toward her. He’d slipped his cock from her mouth, and she wished it was back.
These men are changing me, changing how I feel and react having sex. Was it a change for the better? She couldn’t think enough at the moment to say.
“I need you right now, babe.”
Lucas. Kat sighed. “You can have me.” Before she could ask him how he wanted her, he lifted her and settled her on his lap. At least he’s taken his pants all the way off. Although, if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. One brush of his cock against her pussy, and her arousal burst into life once more. She needed him like she needed her next breath.
“Take me into your pussy, Katrina. Take me to heaven.”
Kat’s pussy was so wet she had no trouble moving until his cock was at the opening of her body. She pressed her body down and closed her eyes as the glorious sensation of his cock sliding home took over everything. He was nice and thick and stretched her in the most delicious way. She’d known he’d feel like this, had imagined riding his dick as she’d sucked on him and known that, as he stretched those lips, he’d stretch her body’s lower ones.
Reality trumped imagination.
“Can you squeeze me, Kat? Mmm, yes, just like that. Lord, woman, yeah.”
Lucas inhaled, and Kat knew she didn’t imagine the tremor in his breath or the tremble in his flesh. He touched his forehead to hers while his hands caressed her back.
She’d flexed her inner muscles twice, and now here he was, struggling for control. Then she felt his returning pulse, a pulse that tightened her nipples and tweaked her clit. “I love the feel of your cock inside me, Lucas. You’re nice and thick, and you’re stretching me, and it feels so good.”
“Woman.” Lucas eased back just enough that their gazes met. “Ride me. Take me over. It’s you, babe, just you. Drench me.”
An exchange of power and of emotion. She’d heard that definition of the D/s dynamic in the past but hadn’t credited it, hadn’t felt it. Not until this moment. Not until this man took, and gave, in such totality did everything she’d learned now make perfect sense.
That which she understood, she craved, and everything was right.
Kat moved, her desire to please and be pleasured directing every aspect, every breath. Slow, deep, poignant, she moved up and down, shivering with the quivering ecstasy waiting just there on the edge as she worked his hot cock in and out of her pussy. The friction, the depth, and the heat all worked together, silken threads weaving into a rope so strong, so perfect that nothing else mattered but this.
Lucas used his tongue to caress her nipples as they rose and fell in front of his face. And just when she thought she might shatter, he wrapped his arms around her, held her tight, held her still, and plundered.
He thrust hard and fast and deep as his lips closed over one nipple, and he drew her woman flesh into his mouth, drew her deep and drew her passion from her.
Arousal exploded into a fiery climax of lust, of passion, and, yes, of love. She couldn’t hold any of it back, and as the waves of rapture washed through her, she could only hang on to the man who was in her, and now a part of her.
How would she ever be able to reclaim herself? How would she ever be able to step back?
And then Lucas held her tighter, growled, and emptied himself inside of her, and she knew she never would, never could, and more.
She knew she’d never want to.
Chapter 16
Kat felt Paul’s hands on her, a light stroke down her back, and she sighed. He bent close to her and kissed the top of her head.
“Come on, love. Let’s get you wet.”
“I am wet.”
Paul was awfully strong to be able to lift her off his brother’s lap and turn her in midair so that she could wrap herself around him.
She sighed again because he was gloriously naked, and his flesh against hers felt like heaven.
His chuckle vibrated through her entire body. “You’re a brat, all right.” He didn’t sound displeased about that fact, so Kat didn’t worry about it.
She laid her head on Paul’s shoulder, completely relaxed and confident that he wouldn’t drop her. He carried her to the master bedroom and on through and into the bathroo
m.
The shower was already running. Paul didn’t immediately set her on her feet once he stepped under the spray with her. The heat and the sensation of the water pouring down felt so good she moaned.
“You do love your hot water.” His voice reverberated in her ear since her head was on him. She opened her eyes and leaned back, her head slightly tilted to keep the water out of her eyes. She met his gaze and thought she could drown in the desire she saw there.
“What’s not to love?”
“Exactly.” Paul set her down but kept his arms around her. She had no doubt whatsoever that if she simply decided she didn’t feel like standing he’d lift her up and hold her again.
He—all of them—would do whatever it was they believed she needed, or even wanted.
What an astounding realization, that she had not one, not two, but three men completely dedicated in giving her what she needed.
Whether I want it or not. That really was something she had to keep in mind. These men would not be pushed around, and they wouldn’t roll over like trained puppies begging for a stroke of affection from her.
They weren’t puppies. They were Alpha dogs, and the longer she stayed with them, the more deeply she became connected to them and the more it was going to hurt when they parted ways.
And they would part ways. They’d been damn quick to agree with her when she told them she wasn’t looking for a white picket fence.
Paul fisted his hand in her hair and turned her head up without warning. She sputtered as water covered her face.
He spun her around so the water fell on him and waited until she met his gaze. “You stay with us, love. No mental journeys into private territory when we’re naked together.”
That had been rude of her. “I can’t always control where my thoughts go.”
“You’ll learn to.” No quick grin, no playful tone. Paul Jessop was as serious as a...as a Dom with his sub.
“Yes, Paul. I’ll learn to.” Then she smiled at him. “Eventually.”
He gave her a quick, hard kiss that just begged for more. “You’re nearly at the end of your grace period, Kitty-Kat. And I swear, my palm is beginning to itch.”
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