by Jeffe Kennedy, Christine d’Abo, Elise Logan, Emily-Ryan Davis, Jodie Griffin
“Then you should have stepped aside and let me have her.” Hunter’s head dropped back against the wall beside the door. When Kat stiffened, he flexed his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth on his cock, forcing her to maintain her slow, steady rhythm.
“She doesn’t want only you.” Hunter had never understood that about Kat, that she had a huge heart and a starving sexuality. No one man could be everything she needed.
Fortunately for their marriage, Liam had no qualms about inviting guests into his bed. He accepted and encouraged Kat’s occasional desire for multiple outlets while she accepted and encouraged his occasional need for another man. But he wanted more for them. More than occasional.
On the floor, Kat squirmed. She didn’t pause in attending to Hunter’s cock, but her free hand clenched convulsively on Hunter’s thigh and her toes curled, signs she craved attention. Pushing away from the wall, Liam moved to kneel behind her.
“Don’t let him come in your mouth, Kitty-Kat.” He pushed her hair off her nape and kissed the shell of her ear. “Make him wait for your sweet pussy.”
Kat’s eyelids fluttered and she relaxed her jaw. She tipped her face up to watch Hunter as she licked at the underside of his shaft. Hunter groaned and Liam’s groin flexed in sympathy. He’d been the recipient of that magical little caress more times than he could count and it never failed to push him close to the edge.
Rewarding Kat for her restraint, Liam reached between her legs to stroke her. She inhaled sharply at his touch, her flesh sensitive and ready. The silk of the G-string clung damply to her lips, but Liam nudged it aside. He wanted her bare flesh, the naked wetness of her pussy. Sliding his fingers through her heat, he circled her clit with his middle finger, a slow caress that never failed to drive her crazy. Her hips picked up the rhythm of his touch and circled with him even as she bobbed her hot mouth over Hunter’s cock.
God, he wanted to taste that hard length with her. He ground his teeth together against the urge and focused on making his wife moan. It was almost enough to make him forget how much he wanted Hunter.
* * *
Kat whimpered and rolled her hips backward, trying to draw Liam’s fingers inside. He evaded her and drew a wet line from her pussy to her ass, where he thumbed her cheeks apart. Her dark passage clenched, reacting to the promise of a stretching fullness.
Above her, Hunter held her hair and pumped slowly into her mouth. The head of his cock slid over her tongue and prodded at her throat before drawing back to test the strength of her clinging lips. She held him through every stroke, not letting up on the suction that kept his flavor on her tongue. Hunter’s warm, musky scent overwhelmed her senses. He was so familiar and so unfamiliar at the same time. She could feel his resistance in the tension of his body and she worked at him, dedicated to wearing down his resolve. She wanted to taste him, to feel his release splashing in her mouth, but even more than that, she wanted to know his cock inside her.
Abruptly, he pushed her back into Liam’s arms. Kat stared up at Hunter, on the verge of begging, but he spoke before she had to.
“Stand her up and bend her over,” Hunter ordered.
Liam didn’t hesitate. He drew Kat to her feet and turned her to face him. She opened her mouth for a kiss, which Liam gave generously and unconditionally, his tongue stroking hers with an intimacy bred from years of carnal knowledge.
Hunter crowded behind her until his wet cock prodded her buttocks. Kat relaxed, letting his cock slide easily along the crease of her ass. She moaned into Liam’s mouth as Hunter jacked himself between her cheeks.
As much as she enjoyed Liam’s passion, she was desperate for Hunter. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “I want him inside me.”
Liam nodded and drew her forward. Hunter’s cock slid away but he didn’t leave her bereft for long. Following closely, Hunter reached around her to palm her breasts. He rubbed the silk over her nipples and pinched both tight peaks through the thin cloth. Wetness flooded her pussy and ran sticky between her thighs.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Lean over here, K-K.” Liam sat on one of the kitchen chairs and unzipped his pants. He fisted his cock, drawing it out for her to see.
Drawn to Liam’s familiar flavor, she spread her feet for balance and bent, trusting Liam to keep her from falling. Hunter caught her around the waist while Liam supported her head and shoulders. Holding Liam’s thighs for balance, Kat closed her eyes and gave herself over to the two men who’d once been such prominent features in her life.
She heard the rustle of a condom wrapper and then Hunter’s erection bobbed heavily against her inner thigh. He plucked the G-string from between her cheeks and gripped her left cheek hard, his thumb in her crease. He held her exposed while he positioned his broad head against her entrance. Kat moaned around Liam’s cock and arched her back, angling her hips to receive Hunter. His blunt fingernails dug into her hip a millisecond before he swore and speared into her with one long, rough thrust.
“He likes your pussy, Kat.” Liam petted her neck, coaxing a whimper of pleasure from her throat. “He’s grinding his back teeth together so hard, he might hurt himself, that’s how much he likes your pussy.”
“Shut the fuck up, Liam,” Hunter grunted.
If she were able to speak, she might have echoed Hunter’s sentiment. Hunter had been out of her life for a long time, and he’d never been deep inside her like this. She wanted to focus on the sensations assaulting her.
Fully aware he might never be part of her life this way again, she concentrated on feeling. Hunter clutched her hips like a man clinging to a ledge, like he’d fall to his death if he let go. His thick erection was different in shape and angle from her husband’s cock. More, he pumped differently than Liam, who had made an art out of slow, gliding strokes. Liam liked to take his time and savor the moment. Hunter seemed to prefer fast and wild. Just as Kat thought she had his rhythm figured out, he altered speed or depth.
He released her left hip and reached beneath her, tunneling through her folds to find her hard, distended bud. His strokes slowed and deepened, holding at the end of each plunge.
“She likes clockwise circles,” Liam supplied. His voice told Kat he was close to coming, too. His voice and the salty flow of precome across her tongue.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Hunter growled the words as he caught her clit between his fingers.
Hot sparklers of pleasure burned through her system at Hunter’s rough touch. In hopes of another little pinch, Kat clenched Liam’s hips and sucked hungrily to distract him from the other man. The distraction worked. Liam twisted his hands in her hair and bucked beneath her, pushing hard into her mouth. His heavy grunt was followed by a long moan. His cock flexed against her tongue and his familiar, slightly bitter taste flooded her mouth.
As if Liam’s climax were a signal, Hunter withdrew. Kat didn’t have time to object before he yanked her from Liam’s lap and pulled her down to the floor. She braced her hands against the cool wood and held her breath, unsure of Hunter’s next move.
He sank to his knees between her legs and hauled her backward by the hips. Kat tried to look at Liam but she couldn’t see him past Hunter’s shoulder. And then she didn’t care. Hunter’s cock rammed deep and he draped his broad chest over her back, covering her with his bigger body.
A sharp lance of heat spiked up her spine and exploded behind her eyes. Her moan echoed in her ears, drowning out the heavy drumbeat of her pulse. As Hunter’s strokes shortened and became more erratic, he once again found the trigger spot between her thighs. The first quick pet stole her breath and the second sent her over the edge.
Kat gasped with the force of her climax, and again with the force of Hunter’s. He jerked within her and shoved deep, his groin sealed tight against her ass. His cock thickened with the force of his release. The wave of it rolled through her, setting o
ff aftershocks and stealing her strength. She went completely limp, folding down to the floor with Hunter’s weight at her back.
A stillness fell over the kitchen, punctuated by the chorus of their ragged breathing. Hunter’s heartbeat against her back provided the bass line. Eyes closed, Kat tried to memorize the rhythm.
Liam moved first. The chair creaked as he shifted his weight. Behind her, Hunter tensed. He withdrew his softening member and climbed to his feet. Kat shivered on the floor, the air cold against her back. She didn’t have the first clue what to do next.
Hunter broke their post-coital tableau. His zipper rasped in the silence, followed by the sound of the trash can opening and closing.
One of the kitchen chairs scraped loudly on the linoleum as Hunter knocked it out of the way. He strode from the room without a word.
Kat released a ragged breath. She looked up at Liam, whose mouth was bracketed by deep frown lines. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
“No,” Liam said. “This is exactly what we should have done. We’re just a decade too late.”
Cradling the ache Hunter had left in her body, Kat straightened and sat back on her heels. “Now what?”
The sound of the front closet opening galvanized her into action. She leaped to her feet and took two steps toward the door before she looked back at Liam.
“Go ahead and go to him.”
She searched her husband’s eyes for a sign that he meant something other than the words he spoke, but she found no hint of double meaning. That was one of the many things she loved about Liam. He meant what he said and said what he meant. She never feared stepping into a verbal or emotional trap with him.
With Liam’s blessing, she whirled and chased after Hunter. He’d run once. She knew in her gut if she let him leave now he’d run again. He was just opening the door, and a frigid wind blew in, snaking around his big body and slicing across her bare skin. Reminded of how little she wore, Kat dove around Hunter and threw herself against the door, slamming it closed.
The forceful move jerked Hunter’s hand from the knob. He took half a step back.
“Don’t go. Liam doesn’t—please. I don’t want you to go.”
Hunter’s knuckles gleamed white as he clenched his fists. He didn’t look at her, fixing his gaze on the door over her head. “You’re married.”
“I still don’t want you to go. Please stay. I don’t want you to go. I never wanted you to go.”
“You are a married woman. You took vows.” He lowered his gaze a fraction to look at her. His hazel eyes were flat and cold. “Vows you broke in that kitchen with me.”
Kat flinched but held her ground. “You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.”
He leaned down until his face eclipsed everything. “I minded.”
She lifted her chin, determined not to back down even though a flutter of fear stirred in her belly. “You didn’t act like it.”
“No?” He grabbed her chin and forced her head at such an angle that she couldn’t look away from him. Kat’s heart raced behind her ribs, sped up by a combination of anxiety and interest. Hunter’s lips thinned. “You think I don’t mind that Liam offered you up like something he owned? I fucking minded. And I fucking hate that I took you anyway.”
“Hunter,” she whispered. The pain and anger scraped over her, leaving her raw. What had they done?
He stiffened, every muscle locking down. Apprehension spiked through her at the sudden flare of emotion that turned his eyes stormy gray-green. She froze against the door, hardly daring to breathe.
He released her as if burned by her skin and braced his hands on either side of her head.
Only then did she see Liam. He’d moved up behind Hunter, close enough that any movement would press Hunter’s back into Liam’s chest.
After a minute of tense silence, Kat lifted her arms from the door and rested her hands against the lapels of his overcoat. “I missed you. You didn’t have to leave. You could have stayed with us.”
“And done what? Watched you climb into Liam’s bed over and over again?”
“You could have joined us. I—we—wanted you just as much as we wanted each other. I thought the three of us would be together for...” Her breath hitched and she stopped herself before saying “forever,” which she worried would only insult him now. “For a long time. Stay now. Please.”
“What do you want from me?” Hunter straightened, his back coming flush against Liam. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t.”
“Do what?” Liam slid his hands over Hunter’s shoulders, his fingers curling to rest an inch from Kat’s.
Hunter stared at her but spoke to Liam. “This. I always wanted more. I need more.”
Liam crowded against him, his lips a breath from Hunter’s ear. Hunter’s chest rose and fell in fast, uneven breaths. Suddenly Kat knew what Liam was trying to do. Oh, God. The risk was enormous. If Liam failed, Hunter would never forgive him. Them.
“How much more do you need, Hunter?” Liam’s voice was low, enticing. It was the voice that never failed to melt her insides. Even now, when the seduction wasn’t directed at her, she felt the renewed throb between her legs.
Emotions flashed in Hunter’s eyes, thawing the terrifying cold. She got so caught up in trying to read him that she didn’t realize he was moving until his fingers dug into her biceps. With a low snarl and a curse, Hunter hauled her off her feet and dragged her up against his chest. His lips crushed hers, channeling all of his conflicted emotions into the kiss. She stiffened and automatically tried to shove his tongue from her mouth with her own. Hunter had the advantage of strength and fury. Despite her panicked bid for space, he overpowered her.
Caught up in the wave of furious passion that rolled off him, Kat wrapped her legs around his waist. Her feet bumped Liam, who leaned in, shifting his arms to slide around Hunter’s waist.
Hunter ignored Liam. Dropping his hands to her ass, he gripped each cheek with punishing strength. Her weight settled against his groin and his cock lodged between her legs, restrained by denim but no less insistent for the barrier. At some point she’d stopped resisting and begun to welcome his kiss. Hunger overcame her as if he hadn’t just filled her moments earlier.
It was a mutual hunger. He ate at her mouth like a man starved, and rubbed her spread pussy against the fly of his jeans. The rough abrasion struck a whole bundle of nerves and she tore away from Hunter’s kiss on a high, hard gasp. Tremors of orgasm shuddered through her arms and legs, loosening her hold on his shoulders.
Hunter jostled her higher and wrapped one arm around her back. “Bed. Now.”
The harsh demand sent a signal straight to her core. Liquid heat fired between them. Kat plunged her fingers into his hair and sought his mouth again, unable to make her brain produce a coherent response.
“Take her upstairs,” Liam said, stepping back from them. “The second open door on the right.”
Hunter stiffened and for a moment, Kat feared he would lock up and withdraw. Instead, he lifted his head and turned them toward the stairs. As he started to ascend, she forced her eyes open and met Liam’s gaze over Hunter’s shoulder.
Liam flashed her a smile and a wink, but Kat saw past his silent approval to the pain behind it. She knew her husband well enough to understand it wasn’t her attraction to Hunter that hurt Liam—it was Hunter’s denial of Liam. As Hunter reached the top of the stairs and Kat lost sight of Liam, she wondered whether she was woman enough to bring her two men together.
* * *
Hunter blanked his mind. He couldn’t deal with what his brain and his cock were telling him about himself right now. Instead, he cut off all avenues of thought except the ones that led to spreading Kat across a bed and burying his face in her wet folds. As he shouldered through the half-open door to the master bedroom, he blocked out the l
ingering heat of Liam’s body along his spine. He’d bury himself in her, sate himself in her, fill her with his own need.
When he reached the bed, he knelt on the edge and bent over to deposit Kat on her back. She dropped her arms to the bed but tightened her legs around his hips.
“Stay.” She hooked her fingers in the waist of his jeans and met his eyes.
“I finish what I start.” He pulled her hands from his hips. Deftly, he stripped silk and lace up her torso, stretching her arms above her head. He twisted the material around her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. The position lifted her bare breasts like an offering on a pagan altar. His cock pulsed approval.
Downstairs, he’d given over to naked hunger and taken her in a red haze of furious want. The primitive inclinations had followed him to the front door, even propelled him up the stairs to the bedroom, but somewhere along the way they had run through him and emptied out. Left with all of the want and none of the fury, he was acutely aware of the painful knot in his chest.
The pale curves of Kat’s body blurred. Hunter drew a ragged breath and shook himself before the old longing could put down roots. She was here, it was enough. Dammit, she was enough.
To reinforce the reminder, he leaned down and roughly took one small pink nipple between his teeth. Kat cried out at the sudden bite and jerked against his grip on her wrists. Hunter growled a low warning but gentled the pressure at her breast. Rolling her nipple into his mouth with his tongue, he sucked at the stiff tip until he was sure he’d be able to remember the texture of her skin long after he put this madness behind him.
Needing more than the feel of her pebbled nipple, he released her breast and used his free hand to pry her legs from his hips. He let go of her hands, palmed her knees and spread them wide. The tiny scrap of red silk and lace that made up her panties didn’t actually hide anything from view. In this position, her folds opened right up for him, revealing the glistening, dusky heat he’d plundered downstairs.