Silles, Mynxe L. - CatNip [CatTales] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by CatNip (lit)

  Leo’s gaze was thoughtful, but just as he was about to answer Craig’s question, Roberto walked into the kitchen.

  Roberto washed his hands and dried his hands. “Black Jack, the new stud is here,” Roberto noted casually. “I could use a hand or two at the barn.”

  “I’ll be right out,” Leo told Roberto, “just give me a moment.” Leo looked at Craig and added, “We’ll have to finish our discussion in a few hours, Craig. I need to go help Roberto. Studs can be quite temperamental. They require careful handling, especially until they’ve adjusted to a new farm. Besides, it’ll give me the chance to see about asking Roberto and Felice to follow us out to the club tonight. I’m sure they could use a break from ranch business, and we could use the extra eyes tonight. I don’t want to take any chances when it comes to Lynx’s safety.”

  As the door closed behind him, Leo’s keen ears caught Craig’s barely audible answer, “Neither do I, bro. Neither do I.”

  ~ Here Kitty Comes ~

  Lynx hummed softly to herself as she rifled through a few dresses in the room’s spacious closet. Her mind flitted ahead to the night’s coming entertainment. She hadn’t been dancing since, well, since the night she and Craig had run out of Smoky’s Joint. What a rush that had been. The recollection made her smile, although at the time, she’d been anything but pleased to leave.

  Lynx had just started enjoying herself when the shooting had started. Oh, well, tonight would be different. Lynx’s cheeks warmed at the thought of Leo and Craig both on the dance floor. The room was decidedly warmer just thinking about it. She could only imagine what the reality of it would be like.

  In her mind, she could very nearly picture it. Both men were a study of fine contrast, Leo with his amber eyes, golden hair, and rangy, but solid musculature. Leo defined raw masculinity and power. In his arms, she felt nothing could hurt her. Under Leo, she was female to her core.

  Then there was Craig. The man should market his brand of male charisma. That long, midnight hair, cheekbones to die for, those slate-colored, smoky eyes, his perfect butt, and those long legs. Craig was like sex on a stick, a very sexy stick. Did it matter she had wanted him for years, or that his friendship had been a lifeline many times?

  Lynx had observed Craig through the years, and whether roughhousing with his teammates or handling his lovers, he was a mixture of strong and gentle. He could be rough and tough one moment, yet he could wax poetic on a whim. Yes, Lynx sighed, reminiscing. Craig was an intriguing mixture. His hard body belied a tender side.

  She also knew Craig had a cache of poetry he’d written through the years. Lynx had only read a few of his poems, but she’d been surprised by them, that he wrote at all, But, she mused, hints of this tender side of Craig were betrayed if one looked past his body.

  That was difficult sometimes, looking past Craig’s body. His mouth was unlike the tough steel of his body’s hard lines. It was softer, gentler.

  She simply had to distract herself. She began deliberating between a little red number and a deceptively simple black sheath. Craig had thoughtfully packed some of her clothes before coming out, and Felice had generously brought by some dresses.

  She was alternately considering Craig and Leo’s reaction to the sexy little numbers, lost in her own world until she heard the sensual voice in her ear.

  “Wear either of those, babe, and all I’ll be able to think about is ripping it off your sweet, luscious little body.” Craig’s hoarse, low voice in her ear sent shivers up and down her legs. Her toes curled and tingled. She’d gone weak at the knees and all he had done was whisper in her ear. As Craig bent to her, his fingers worked in and around the straps to the sundress she wore. Even the slight feel of his fingers drawing patterns there sent pulses of desire fluttering through her.

  Lynx whirled around to face him. “Craig, how did you sneak up on me like that?” Her mistake was that she had to grab onto him to steady herself. She suddenly felt weaker than a kitten. She stared into his eyes a fraction of a second before he answered.

  “It wasn’t hard to do, Lynx. That must’ve been one hell of a daydream you were having. Either that or picking which dress you’ll wear later is one helluva decision to make.” His lips twitched, as if holding back the laughter behind them was all he could do.

  She couldn’t stay mad at him. She stared, memorized the shape of the lips she’d been fantasizing about moments before. If she could just taste them one more time to see if they were as good as she remembered.

  From the look in Craig’s eyes as he bent over her, she was about to get her chance. His muscular arms slid around to her slender arms as he locked his fingers intimately with hers. His mouth slanted over hers.

  He parted her lips with his tongue.

  “Lynx,” he groaned.

  She opened for his invasion, hungry for the taste of him. His other hand curled around the base of her neck, drew her against him, dominating her. He didn’t ask. He was taking. She moaned low in her throat. She could feel him throbbing against her, growing even harder as he pressed her back against the wall.

  She felt every inch of him. He was iron hard, his jean-clad cock providing friction against her swelling clit. His tongue continued to devour her mouth. She could barely breathe. The need for him was stronger, more potent. She’d breathe later.

  His mouth and tongue plundered, sensual, melting down on hers. When Craig snaked his tongue around hers, she could already feel the pulse of the sexual rhythm their bodies would drum later.

  “Now!”

  Lynx telepathically linked with Craig. She needed.

  “Now what?” Craig demanded. He was going to make her say it.

  “I need you now, Craig.” Lynx felt him quiver in response. She watched him slowly unbutton the first button at the top of her sundress. He didn’t rush. He undid the next twelve buttons at a speed that nearly had Lynx grinding her teeth in a mix of frustration and erotic hunger. It wasn’t just that he didn’t rush. No, every button Craig undid bared new skin for him to explore, to suckle, and to torment with his mouth.

  By the very last button, Lynx was sure she had reached the limit, the very edge of her endurance. She could feel the tension build steadily in her body.

  “Do you need me to do this?” Craig asked, then thumbed her nipple, flicked it. Electricity arced straight to her clit. But Craig moved, nibbled his way down her naval and beyond to the now slick V of her sex. Her dress fell to the floor.

  “What about this, little minx?”

  Craig’s tongue finally encircled the aching swollen knot of her clit. The whole world shifted around her.

  Lynx could feel ecstasy building, threatening to blow from his first lick. The burn left her gasping, but not from pain. No, she was aflame. Heat swirled, intense, hotter than lava with every foray of his tongue. Seeing Craig’s cheeks hollow in worship as she stood there open to him, made her burn more. Her hands tangled in his dark hair as she offered herself to him. Craig held her open and licked slowly, his tongue lapping at the cream that pooled between her legs.

  Lynx moaned in a sound husky with need and want. Eruption imminent, she could feel the explosive tightening inside her. It was inevitable. She was going to come.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” Craig groaned. With his broad hands, he pulled her hips closer. Then he slowly dipped his tongue inside her, and then back out again.

  She whimpered, needing more. Lynx wrapped her hands in his dark hair tighter, trying to draw him closer still.

  “More now, Craig, I need more,” she admitted, trembling.

  He drank from her, drew more juice to his tongue in wicked lashes that made her writhe with need. She clutched Craig to her as he laved and licked her tender clit. He suckled her into his mouth slowly and the tide of pleasure built.

  Craig wasn’t through. He slowly spread her apart with his hands. Lynx saw his eyes, then. They were storm-dark and intent. Craig lowered his mouth to her again as he slipped two fingers inside her. She shuddere
d out one long shudder. He stroked in and out, swiped his tongue over her as his fingers speared her. Her breath caught.

  “That’s it,” Craig crooned, “come for me, little minx.”

  She flew over the edge and fragmented apart. Breathless moans tore from her throat as she rocked to Craig’s hands, fingers, his mouth and tongue. Lynx rode the ripples that ravaged her. The ocean itself seemed to roar in her ears as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Floating, she was floating.

  ~ SweetPuss ~

  Craig groaned. Greedy, he couldn’t get enough of the cream spilling between her silken legs. Drawn to Lynx’s honey like a bee, it was rich, hot, and impossibly wild on his tongue. This was surely the sweet dew of the goddess. It must be. It was the sweetest ambrosia he’d ever known.

  He was ready to take her to the floor. Then Craig heard voices below and a door shutting.

  Damn, now just isn’t the time. Lynx was barely registering anything. She’d slid down the wall and leaned back against it now. Her eyes were half-shut, and she occasionally shuddered.

  He took one last, long look. His cock ached with regret, but this would have to wait.

  “Lynx, maybe you should go take a nice warm bath. I’ll be imagining you in it, believe me. But, Lynx, I hear voices downstairs. They’re back.” Craig stood up and held out his hand, urging her up.

  He offered his hand, she took it. He helped her to her feet. She stood and steadied herself against him. He brushed a soft kiss over her lips. He wanted to stay right here, with her. But that probably wasn’t a good idea right now. He broke from the kiss.

  “It’s okay, go. Leave, now, Craig,” she whispered. Lynx looked slumberous, satisfied. She shooed him to the door, after she had peeked out the upstairs hallway. She gave him the nod to go ahead.

  Craig eased quietly back to his room. If somehow he were caught with Lynx, no matter how bad the reaction Leo might have, one taste of Lynx would have been worth it.

  Damn, he was still harder than a brick. No warm bath for him. Craig grimaced. A cold shower it would have to be.

  ~ CatHouse ~

  Roberto poured himself some iced tea from the fridge, while Leo finished washing his hands in the big stainless steel sink. “Hey, Leo, so what do you think of Captain Black?” Roberto questioned.

  Leo finished toweling off his hands. “I think that’s some of the prettiest horse-flesh I’ve seen in ages. He’s going to make some gorgeous colts with Lady Jane, don’t cha think?”

  Roberto nodded his head in agreement. “Sure do. So, how much longer before she’s in cycle to breed?”

  “Probably only another week at best,” Leo answered. “Well, Roberto, our favorite sibling ranch hands should be arriving tomorrow.”

  Roberto quirked his eyebrow questioningly at Leo. “You don’t say. Well, good. It’s been almost quiet without Colby and Drake.” Roberto grinned.

  “Yes, looks like the ranch is going to become quite the bed and breakfast here soon, Roberto,” Leo admitted. “Between various and sundry members of my old team coming for a visit, for however long, and with Colby and Drake back, well, looks like we’re going to have a full house for a while.

  “Demar will love it. He enjoys extra mouths around to sample his gourmet cooking skills. Hell of a hobby for him, huh? He’s damn good at it, though.” Leo paused, considering.

  “Oh, and by the way, have you and Felice managed to store up enough of the serum for reserves? I realize that between extra guard duty and helping out with the farm labor around here since the twins were gone has kept you busy. Still, it would be wise to have extra serum on stock, in case of emergency, you know.”

  “It’s not been that bad,” Roberto countered. He wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his bandana. “Anyway, Felice already took care of it, Leo, so, not to worry. We’ve got enough extra serum for any emergency that might crop up.”

  “Good.” Leo was relieved. “Well, in any case, I hope you and Felice will join us when we go dancing tonight. I’m sure the both of you could use a night off and some fun, too. Besides, we will all be safer as a group. I won’t worry half as much about taking Lynx out, either. Just as soon as we step foot off the ranch, I’ll activate the security system, of course. With Demar patrolling the ranch, it should be fine.”

  Leo slapped Roberto heartily on the back. Then he stepped around Roberto and headed for the stairs, calling over his shoulder. “Don’t forget to take a shower before we go, though, buddy. Else I’m thinking Felice won’t wanna dance with you.” Leo cracked to Roberto in a parting shot.

  Roberto’s laughter rang out as he took the stairs two at a time. Leo grinned the whole way. He could hear Roberto whistling a happy tune now.

  Leo opened the door and stepped in. Lynx wasn’t in the bedroom, so he headed for the bathroom.

  From the fogged glass on the beveled mirrors to the left of the huge tub, Leo could tell Lynx was taking a hot bath. A sudsy one, too, she must have used half a thing of bubble bath. He could see Lynx’s head rising over the top of the bubbles as he looked, but not much else. He very much wanted to see the rest of her.

  “Hey there, beautiful,” Leo said, swallowing the frog that rose in his throat all of a sudden.

  Lynx’s head swiveled around. Apparently, he’d managed to startle her again.

  Leo couldn’t help but notice there was something different about Lynx. She looked sated, slightly guilty, even. Perhaps it was only his imagination playing tricks. “So, Lynx, what have you been up to this afternoon?”

  “Oh, nothing much, just trying to figure out what to wear when we go out tonight.”

  Leo didn’t press the issue, but something didn’t smell right. His suspicions weren’t allayed by her attempt to redirect, either.

  “So, what did you and Roberto think of the new stud that arrived earlier?” Lynx moved up a little in the tub just enough to expose the tip of a sudsy breast. Her movements were languid and sensual. She was damn distracting, all right.

  Leo moved closer to the tub. He sat down beside her on a stool, close enough to touch her. He picked up the loofah sponge and then answered. “Captain Black is gorgeous, but not nearly as beautiful as you are, kitten.”

  Captain Black was far from being his primary focus at the moment. All he could see was his mate in front of him. She was naked and she was wet. “Want me to wash your back?” Leo growled huskily.

  “That could work,” Lynx murmured.

  Leo quickly undressed. Then he moved behind her and soaped up the loofah sponge. Slowly, he started with caressing strokes over her shoulders. Then, he began to explore freely with the sponge. As his explorations laved over her nipples, the hard peaks jutted proudly through the bubbles.

  Lynx leaned back, eyes closed. Leo circled one breast with the sponge and palmed her other one, stroking.

  How did her responsiveness make him go weak in the knees and hard as a rock at the same time? he wondered idly

  His hand drifted lower. Her clit was already swollen, and even through the soothing warm water, Leo could feel the syrupy juices pooling at her sex.

  He slowly and deliberately moved the sponge past her navel to gently score the small triangle of burnished curls surrounding her tender nub. Lynx’s moan was an audible testament to her pleasure of it.

  Leo didn’t stop. He continued the soft circular motions, lightly, then harder. Lynx’s moan came softly again. Her breathing grew harsher. He rubbed the slick button faster, catching it between his fingers before sliding one smoothly in the slicker slit beneath.

  Lynx’s moan this time was louder. He could feel her inner muscles pulsing around him. Getting closer…

  He paused. Lynx groaned, this time in dismay. She opened her eyes. Leo stood up, grabbed a nearby towel, and then reached for her to help her out of the bath. He somehow managed to help Lynx towel off. Every touch and fleeting brush of her flesh made him harder.

  Leo pulled Lynx to him. Her lips begged to be kissed, parted and soft. Her breasts rose a
nd fell with her ragged breathing. Her nipples stood wanton, needy and erect. He could easily see the swollen hood of Lynx’s clit peeking through the slick curls at her mound. He dragged her to him, hot, bothered, and at this point, dangerously hard. They were groin to groin, his chest solidly planted against hers. He could feel her stiff nipples like a brand against his skin.

  He wedged his heavy, thick length against her. It throbbed in demand. Lynx’s slick, needy heat would be the perfect sheath for him. He could already feel the syrup that clung to her. His cock gushed more.

  He didn’t want to let go of her. The bed seemed too far away. They stumbled out of the bathroom, just making it to the lushly carpeted floor of the room before he pulled Lynx down with him. He kissed his way down her delicate throat, neck, and shoulders. He trailed his lips past the dewy fine hair on her arms as she shuddered.

  Unable to deny his need any longer, Leo circled the peak of one breast intently, hungrily. He ignored the tempting, taut nipple.

  He could feel the tug of Lynx’s fingers in his hair. She was trying to redirect his attentions.

  Leo wasn’t about to be deterred. Instead, he moved to her right breast to perform the same intricate patterns against the delicate skin there. With excruciating slowness, he returned to the other side, intent on teasing her past the point of reason. The torture went both ways as far as he was concerned. His mouth watered at the sight of the erect tip. It was but a mere fraction of an inch from his tongue.

  He knew Lynx was almost painfully aroused. He’d seen a brief glimpse of her eyes as they went from ovoid to elliptical. He’d struggled not to mount her then and there. The temptation of her nipple, jutting hard against his jaw became too mouthwatering to ignore. Leo grasped the taunting pink morsel between his teeth.

  She arched under him with a suddenness that surprised him. She gasped, and then trembled as he slid his free hand down to stroke her. Leo suckled, nipped. She arched into his hand, bucking against the fingers that found, and then filled her moist entrance.