Keeping Katie

by Angela Castle

  He stripped off his jacket, tie and shirt as he walked down the hall. He heard the sound of the water running in the bathroom. He smiled, quickly ridding himself of the rest of his clothing. Quietly he opened the bathroom door. Stepping into a cloud of steam, he could hardly see a foot in front of himself.

  "Damn it, Jordan, why didn't you put the exhaust fan on?" he growled, reaching for the shower door.

  A startled gasp and a scream followed. Jack was momentarily stunned, taking a second to realise he was staring at a magnificently naked, wet woman, but not just any woman. It was Katie Weston. As much as the sight brought extra blood rushing into his already hard dick, he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing in his shower.

  She screamed and scrambled back against the shower wall. Her foot slipped out from under her. Before Jack could lunge forward and catch her, she fell. He heard her head hit the side of the tiles with a sickening thud. Katie slumped down onto the shower floor.

  "Fuck." His back got wet as he bent down to lift her off the wet floor. Jordan burst through the door. He too was naked and wet. Jordan's expression was one of fear and confusion as he saw Jack holding an unconscious Katie.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" Jordan accused, glaring at him. "Good god, is she all right? What did you do to her?"

  "She was just..." Jack stumbled on his words. "I thought she was you. She slipped and fell, okay? Hand me a towel."

  Jordan grabbed a towel, draping it over her naked body. Jack thought it a pity to cover such a mouth watering luscious body. He hadn't failed to note the scars on her stomach and shoulders. Not that he cared about scars; she was still a sexy little kitten with full round creamy breasts and pink rose bud nipples.

  "Either I'm in the worst nightmare of my life or best fucking fantasy," said Jack in mild irritation.

  "Not funny, Jack. Give her to me."

  Jack held on to her, gazing down at her face. He didn't want to let her go just yet. "I'll put her on the bed, check her head then you and I need to talk. Oh, and turn off the water." Jordan's face flushed guiltily, glancing at Katie before giving a nod.

  Jack carried Katie into the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed he hooked the towel around her back then he pulled the blanket at the foot of the bed over her. Jack gently ran his fingertips over Katie's scalp looking for any breaks in the skin. She had a small lump on the left side of her head, but he was certain she was going to be all right. Jordan came in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

  "Put some clothes on, Jack. You've scared the shit out of Katie enough today."

  Jordan walked over to the drawers, pulling out a pair of Jack's boxers. Jack caught them when Jordan tossed them over. He stood up to pull them on. His hard dick protested being covered.

  "Let me guess, little Katie Weston is you're new apprentice?"

  "You know her?" Jordan's jaw dropped in surprise.

  "Ironically, yes. She's the new office cleaner at the firm. I managed to talk her into going out with me tomorrow night."

  Jordan seemed stunned. He sat down on the end of the bed and stared at Katie.

  "She told me she had a date tomorrow, but I had no idea it was you." Jordan gave a dry laugh. "To think I was jealous when she told me about the date."

  Jack moved around the bed. He put his hand onto Jordan's shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. Jack gave a laugh at the craziness of the situation, but his mind was ticking over with other possibilities.

  "I don't think she knew we know each other, let alone are together. This is not a bad thing. I am sure she is attracted to both of us, and I know for certain I want to fuck the little kitten as much as you do."

  "She's more than just a fuck, Jack," Jordan said defensively.

  Jack recognized that look in Jordan's eyes. He cared deeply for Katie. Not that it was hard to do. Jordan always seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, where Jack was more guarded. "She is innocent, Jack. Katie's been through a lot, and needs someone there for her." This news made Jack raise a curious eyebrow. She was innocent. It certainly seemed to fit with her sweet demeanour.

  "Come on, I think we'd best share information on our new little lady in the kitchen. I'll shower and see you there. She'll be okay."

  Jordan gave a resigned sigh and left for his room while Jack hurried though a shower. He checked on Katie once more before leaving, watching the even rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Jack moved in to trace his finger over the burn scars on her left shoulder and arm.

  A dark rage came over him, wondering how, or who had hurt her. He carefully peeled down the blanket and towel, licking his lips at the sight of her glorious full breasts, but his gaze lowered to her stomach and the other scar marring her creamy skin. It looked like a gunshot wound. He'd seen similar wounds and scars on his father, injuries he'd received while serving in the army.

  Jack covered her up and dressed in casual pants and a shirt. He dropped a T-shirt and spare pair of boxers onto the end of the bed for Katie's use then headed out to find Jordan.

  ~ * ~

  Jordan was putting away the groceries' when Jack walked in. He moved around the island bench to pull Jordan into his arms for a deep kiss.

  "I'm guessing you didn't tell her you're bisexual and have a boyfriend," Jack teased when he broke the kiss. Jordan felt guilty enough as it was bringing Katie home without telling him. He loved Jack as much as he now loved Katie and didn't want to lose either of them.

  "I know we can't keep it from her for long. I just don't want her to freak out and run off before she's given us a chance." Jordan wasn't sure what he would do if she did.

  Jack pulled away from him to grab a beer from the fridge. "You think she'll do that?

  Freak out and run off?"

  "I don't know. She's had no experience with men, let alone men like us."

  "Is she really a virgin?"

  "If you hadn't come home for the next hour or so, she wouldn't have been." Jordan couldn't suppress the wicked little smile that snaked across his face.

  "You've more cunning than I give you credit for," Jack said with a smile of his own.

  He leaned against the kitchen counter and Jordan could almost see his brain ticking over. "Tell you what, I'll concede to the better man on that part. You can have her first, but I get her cherry arse as your cock is way thicker than mine."

  "I think we'll let Katie decide." Jordan frowned at him.

  "I think you're missing the big picture here. Katie is sweet, beautiful and I bet, open-minded. She's a fresh slate to work on, and I'm willing to lay down good money she'll be a perfect third for us. It feels right."

  Jordan sighed, wanting it to be true more than anything. Jack was spot on as usual--

  it did feel right. Jordan glanced down at the fish Katie had persuaded him to buy, not knowing what to do with it.

  "Not to mention she can cook."

  Jack laughed. "You see, perfect."

  But they were still a long way off from converting a feeling into fact. "So what do we do to convince her?"

  Jack took a swig of his beer and gave a knowing smile.

  "The plan is simple. We use our charm; wine, dine then seduce her. How could she resist? After we've fucked her till she can't walk… Then we'll be one happy family."

  Jack made it sound so simple. "So how did she get the scars?"

  Chapter Nine

  Katie woke with a throbbing pain in the side of her head. She was confused for several moments as to where she was. Her mind started to un-fog and she remembered she was at Jordan's place. She also remembered seeing a naked Jack Cullen. She sat up on the bed. The blanket slipped down her torso. She was naked.

  Of course she was naked. She had taken a shower but didn't remember getting into anyone's bed. Jordan must have put her there, or was it Jack? She couldn't remember much past having a massive panic attack at seeing Jack's naked form and his incredibly long, hard cock bobbing up and down.

  The bed was soft and scented with musky masculine smells, much l
ike she had smelled on Jack. On the end of the bed Katie noticed some clothes. Katie pushed herself forward reaching for them before climbing off the bed to slip them on. They too smelled like Jack. Katie glanced around the room and realized this was Jack Cullen's bedroom.

  Clothed and bare foot, she went in search of Jordan and Jack. She wanted some painkillers and an explanation as to what the hell was going on.

  Softly, she pulled open the door. She could hear male voices coming from down the hall, and silently she padded forward. Katie held her breath as she listened in on the conversation. From her spot in the shadows she could see the two men clearly.

  "I'm not going to lie to her, Jack." Jordan was standing at the kitchen counter. Jack was standing close behind him. Katie noticed Jack was slightly taller than Jordan.

  She blinked in surprise and watched in heated fascination as Jack leaned forward and kissed Jordan on the back of the neck. Jordan closed his eyes, enjoying Jack's kiss, leaning back into him. Jack rubbed Jordan's shoulders as he continued to trail kisses over his neck to the collar of his shirt.

  "No one has to lie. She's a smart woman. She will figure it out on her own," said Jack.

  Several emotions rolled through Katie, confusion being the strongest. The second was betrayal that Jordan hadn't told her he was involved with someone, yet she was incredibly turned on by witnessing the intimate touches and kisses between the two men.

  Taking a step back, Katie paused, let out a slow breath and tried to make sense of what she had seen and heard. The coward in her was telling her to get out of there and quickly. Yet, she couldn't will her feet to move. She didn't want to run. She wanted to stay, and more than that she needed to know what was going on. Despite everything she had seen, she still wanted Jordan and Jack, for that matter. The shock of wanting two men took a long moment to wear down. Was she evil and wicked for thinking such things? She didn't know.

  Summoning some inner courage, she decided she was going to stand up and face what she didn't understand. She wanted clear facts before making the decision to bolt.

  Okay, one fact was that Jordan and Jack weren't gay. They had both come on to her.

  Both had kissed her. More than likely they were bisexual. Jordan had come so close to fucking her. She suspected there was something more going on with Jordan than she could figure out. But Jack had been a total surprise, coming across as a man who regularly seduced women. He was Jordan's lover. She couldn't deny being strongly attracted to Jack just as much as she was to Jordan.

  She swallowed, remembering the fantastic orgasm Jordan had given her in the hall by the bathroom door. Katie shook her head, but the throbbing pain wasn't making it any easier to think clearly. She drew in a deep breath, slowly letting it out, steeling herself to face the two men. She reached out to the door handle and made a production of closing the bedroom door. She wanted to warn them she was coming before she walked down the hall and into view.

  Jack had a sheepish grin on his face, and Jordan was frowning. They had moved apart. Jack's gaze swept over her as if he liked seeing her in his clothes.

  "Hello, kitten," purred Jack, making her pulse jump. Involuntarily she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

  "Katie, are you all right? How are you feeling?" Jordan came around to take her hand, leading her to a seat at the table.

  "Like I got smacked on the back of the head with a sledge hammer. Do you have any painkillers?"

  "I'll get some. Stay right here, sweetheart, and you behave," he shot Jack a pointed glare before turning to race down the hall. She wanted to laugh despite the throbbing pain at the back of her skull.

  "Guess it's a small world after all, hey kitten." Jack walked around the kitchen bench.

  She watched as he took a glass out of one of the cupboards and filled it with water before bringing over to her. He took the seat on the corner, his dark chocolate eyes regarding her.

  "So it seems," she said, meeting his gaze.

  "This doesn't excuse you from our date tomorrow night; I'm still taking you out."

  Jack's tone was confident.

  "Maybe." She dared to counter. "It depends upon a few answers. I think I'm due. You make it a habit of walking in on women in the shower?" His sexy, challenging smile sent a fresh flood of juices down between her thighs. Jack relaxed back and gave a casual shrug.

  "It's not often I find an insanely beautiful Australian woman in my shower. I must say it was a treat--how was I to know you were going to knock yourself out."

  It was her turn to give a shrug. It was a struggle to stay calm in front of Jack, amidst the pounding of her heart. His casual button down shirt and slacks didn't make him look any less dangerously sexy.

  "I think I'll live. You thought I was Jordan, didn't you."

  "Very astute of you." Jack's dark gaze swept over her from head to toe. Her stomach clenched at the carnal look in his eyes.

  "Here you go." Jordan had returned and placed a packet of pills into her hand.

  "Thanks."

  Jordan sat down on the other side still looking uncertain. She took out two painkillers, swallowing them down with the water.

  "Does it bother you Katie?" Jack asked, leaning forward again in his chair.

  "What are you talking about?" Jordan glanced between Jack and herself.

  "She knows, Jordan. You don't have to bother pretending." Jack glanced over at Jordan.

  "So, is this some kind of game you two play? Divide forces and conquer women?"

  Jack gave a laugh.

  "No, that's not what we do; we didn't know you were seeing both of us, well, until now."

  "Katie, I'm sorry, I should have told you before I brought you here. I suppose it's all a bit of a shock," Jordan cut in.

  "It is a lot to take in I admit. What I don't get is why you both are making advances at me when you're together?"

  "We're not gay. We like women as much as we like each other, and it seems we both like you a lot. And if I'm not mistaken the attraction is reciprocated toward both of us, even though you didn't know we were together."

  She couldn't deny it nor did she want to. The thought of both Jordan and Jack wanting her made her toes curl and incredibly hot under the collar.

  "Do you both do this kind of thing often?" She looked at Jordan.

  "No, we have tried finding someone to accept the both of us; some only want Jack, or the other way around. What we both want is a rare and special woman who is willing and able to handle both of us at the same time. We have been looking for that special woman who will accept and love us both for who and what we are."

  She winced at Jordan's use of the 'L' word. Jordan leaned over to take her hands in his. "I know you are special, Katie. You're talented, smart, beautiful, and I'd also say exceptional."

  She blinked, overcome with a wave of emotion she didn't quite understand as she looked at Jordan.

  She suddenly remembered her Aunt and Uncle. "Crikey, what time is it?" Jack glanced at his watch.

  "Just after seven, kitten." Both men frowned as she pushed to her feet.

  "My aunt is going to be frantic. I meant to be back two hours ago."

  Jordan got up grabbing the cordless phone.

  "Easy sweetheart, just give them a call, but please stay for a while longer. I still don't know how to cook that fish we bought," Jordan pleaded.

  Her lips quirked up slightly as she took the phone. "Okay then."

  She rang her aunt and apologized for not turning up then reassured them she was safe and with friends. Katie didn't elaborate any further on the gender and intentions of these friends. Her aunt was happy she was out and about. She ended the call and handed back the phone.

  "How's your head?" Jack asked.

  "It feels better now." And it did. The painkillers were working.

  "Good." Jack stood up, grabbing her hand pulling her into the kitchen. "I believe you promised to cook for us."

  "I promised to cook for Jordan. You're just an optional extra," she teased, with an impish
grin. Katie glanced over at Jordan. He was watching her with Jack. If he was jealous, he didn't show it.

  Katie turned her attention back to Jack, "Can you cook?"

  "No, not really."

  "Can you follow instructions?"

  Jack gave a laugh. "Kitten, I'm a lawyer. I can follow them to the letter. Tonight I am at your command." He gave an overly dramatic bow, capturing her hand to kiss the back of it. She giggled before grinning over at Jordan who was now leaning against the table.

  "And you?"

  "Hey, I thought I was your boss." Jordan's boyish grin could seriously accelerate global warming. "Okay, okay I'll get the drinks. How about some music? Ladies'

  choice."

  "Anything but eighties music."

  ~ * ~

  Katie felt good; there was no uneasy awkwardness between her and her two men.

  She paused to think about her train of thought and where it was heading. They weren't her men. She realised they could be for the moment, at any rate.

  Jordan had clearly stated they wanted a woman to share. Could she do that? Could she be that bold? She didn't know what it was like to have one man let alone two.

  But she wasn't at all repulsed by the idea. Maybe her life was taking a turn for the better. Could three people in a relationship really work? Not that Katie wanted any kind of relationship.

  Dinner took a little longer to get ready as both guys were acting the fool, each trying to outdo the other in making her laugh. She was still giggling through the meal.

  "Oh, this is fantastic, Katie. You know now we're going to have to keep you chained in our kitchen," Jack said taking another mouthful. His expression was one of divine pleasure.

  "You are not taking away my worker or we'll never get out of this place." Jordan pointed his fork at Jack. "Our dream home." Jordan gave her a wink. She felt there was more meaning behind his words.

  "Jordan says your grandfather was a builder."