Velvet Steel

by Rock, Suzanne

Kitty noticed how Noah’s voice hardened on his friend’s name and stifled a wince. How could she be such an idiot? She had probably offended them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

  Shane glanced at his friend and frowned. “No, we are the ones who are sorry.” He removed his fingers from her thigh and smiled. “A beautiful lass like you probably has a man waiting for her.”

  “No, no man.”

  “Good.” Shane’s features softened as he brushed her cheek with his knuckle. “Then you have no excuse not to dance”—he flicked his gaze to Noah—“with both of us.” He returned his attention to her. “Come on.” He stood and held out his hand.

  This was so sudden. Kitty had a ritual. First she’d have her martini and evaluate the crowd; then she’d pick out someone who seemed nonthreatening. Then she’d approach him and offer to buy him a drink.

  “Come on.” Shane winked and tugged her to her feet. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

  Kitty stared at Shane’s back as the men led her away from the table. This whole thing seemed surreal. Taboo was infamous for its sexually charged atmosphere. Stepping on the dance floor was like taking part in an orgy without actually having sex. No, sex was saved for the reserved areas and VIP rooms upstairs. The dance floor was for displaying a person’s sexual prowess and for capturing a lover for the evening.

  Soon she would be joining the erotic fray—with two dance partners. The thought of the three of them pressed close together caused her skin to tingle with anticipation. It would be different. Exciting. Just what she needed to forget about her father and Velvet Steel.

  Shane dropped her hand and started to move. Kitty stood, stunned at the large man’s gracefulness. Shane seemed like he had been born on the dance floor.

  Noah stepped up from behind and touched her shoulder. “Go on, don’t be shy.”

  Kitty closed her eyes and concentrated on the techno beat, letting it infuse her body. Gradually the weight of the world fell away, and she became light-headed. She tilted her head back and lifted her arms in silent salutation to the strobe lights above.

  First she swayed her hips. When she found the rhythm, she swished her arms in time to the music. It was divine. She let the music lift her spirit up into the rafters and blank her mind to all but the steady thrum of the beat.

  Shane snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She could tell it was Shane because his broad chest surrounded her in heat and sexual energy. Noah’s thinner frame could never pull off such a feat. She felt good in Shane’s arms. Safe. Her position as the CEO’s daughter had forced her to have a tough-as-nails attitude, but now, with these men close to her, Kitty felt herself letting go, becoming more malleable, submissive. She wanted to lean into all that hard muscle and cocoon herself away from the world, if only for a little while. Kitty molded her body against his and let herself become lost in the music.

  Shane’s grip tightened. “You smell like cherries.” He slipped his knee between her legs.

  “My shampoo.” What made her say that? It didn’t matter. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest. It felt so intimate. Their hips began to move as one. Heat poured through her body as she rubbed her thighs against the rough fabric of his jeans. She imagined herself, legs spread, his hard cock thrusting deep inside her body. Would he be gentle like the man she’d found the last time she was in the club? She hoped not. All week Kitty had had to make tough decisions for work. Tonight she wanted to be controlled and dominated. She didn’t want to have to think.

  Shane leaned forward and traced the rim of her earlobe with his tongue. “You taste good enough to eat.”

  Another hard body pressed against her back. “Let me try, Shane.” Noah kissed the base of her neck. Kitty moaned as liquid heat shot through her center and settled between her thighs. How did these men know just what she wanted? Kitty’s skin tingled as every inch came into contact with hard, male muscle. She felt as if she were drowning in testosterone, and God help her, she loved it.

  “You’re right. She is sweet.” Noah repeated the kiss, this time letting his tongue linger on her skin. “She purrs just like a kitten too.”

  Kitty’s lower abdomen clenched, and her thighs became damp with need. She closed her eyes and bit back a groan as Noah’s lips once again brushed her skin.

  “How interesting.” Shane inched his hand down until it rested on her hip. “I wonder if you can make her purr louder so I can hear it better over the music.”

  “It would be my pleasure.” Noah wrapped his hand around her middle and slid his fingers under her top.

  Kitty opened her eyes in surprise. His touch felt warm, much warmer than she’d expected in the air-conditioned club. She held her breath as Noah eased his hand under her bra.

  “Oh, Shane, you need to feel this,” he said.

  Shane arched his brow and leaned back to study her face. “Too much for you, lass?”

  Kitty slowly shook her head. It wasn’t too much to have these two men surrounding her. In fact, it felt just right.

  Shane smiled. “Good, because Noah and I are just beginning.” He trailed his fingers down her back and slipped them between Noah’s hips and her ass. There he squeezed her cheek, as if testing its size in his hand. “Nice.” He loosened his grip and then moved to her other cheek. “Very nice.”

  Kitty opened her mouth to speak, but Noah cupped her breast. Desire shot through her core and stole her breath. She moistened her lips and concentrated on the erotic sensations ricocheting throughout her body.

  Shane shifted his fingers just under the hem of her skirt. “I think this little kitten wants to be petted, Noah.”

  Do I ever. Kitty tightened her thighs around Shane’s leg in approval.

  “I think you’re right.” Noah slipped her collar farther away from her neck and pressed his lips against her sensitive skin. At the same time, he tugged her nipple, then rolled it between his fingers. Kitty gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his hand. Shane bent over her body and claimed her lips with his own. Kitty wrapped her arms around the Irishman’s neck and held on as the men tightened their grips around her. Back and forth they swayed as desire twisted its way through her system.

  Then something in the air shifted. It became more heated, more electric. The kiss changed from playful to possessive. Noah’s sweet touch became more commanding, his teasing nips rougher. A small spark of pain jolted through her body as Noah pinched her nipple hard. Pleasure quickly chased it, and she sank lower into his able hands.

  Shane reached up and drove his fingers into her hair. Their kiss deepened, and need spiraled through Kitty’s muscles, tying them into knots. Shane cradled her head as he ravaged her mouth. Kitty had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. The men played her body like a musical instrument, touching all the right keys to make her heart sing. She didn’t have to tell them what she wanted; they just knew. It was refreshing. This was what she had been looking for when she’d walked into the club. It was as if they had been plucked from her erotic fantasies and given to her as a gift. Excitement rippled through her as she imagined their tangled bodies between silken sheets.

  Noah continued to stroke and tease her nipple with one hand as he slipped the other one down her thigh. Fire burned wherever he touched. The effect was powerful. The world around her faded away as her senses focused on his hands and where they were on her body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. When he finally slipped his fingers between her legs, Kitty shuddered with anticipation. She held her breath as he slid his hand up farther under her skirt, over the clasp of her thigh-highs and garters. Kitty spread her legs wider, giving him better access.

  “Ah, thank you, kitten.” Noah reached up and brushed his fingers over her skin, then froze. “Fuck, Shane, she isn’t wearing panties.”

  Shane tore away from the kiss. “What?”

  “She’s a woman after our own hearts.” Noah pulled his hand from underneath her skirt and held
it up to his friend. Kitty’s desire glistened from the tips of his fingers. “No fuckin’ panties.”

  “Brilliant.” Shane shifted his attention to Kitty, and his hungry gaze shot right to her core. He leaned in close until his lips hovered just above her ear. “Tell me, lass. Have you ever had an orgasm on a dance floor?”

  Kitty shivered as excitement and anticipation tingled over her skin. She shook her head slowly from side to side.

  “Would you like to?” Shane’s deep brogue sounded warm and full of promise.

  Hell yeah. But… Kitty glanced at the crowd around her. Each dancer was lost in his or her own world, and none of them were paying any attention to what was going on around them. How long would that last? Would people talk? She would be in serious trouble if any of this got back to her father. He was rather old-fashioned and believed the public perception of them as individuals reflected on the company as a whole. Appearances were important to him. He’d be upset if he learned his daughter had been seen half-clothed and intimate with two men in the middle of some nightclub dance floor.

  Noah leaned forward and nibbled on her opposite ear. “I can tell the idea excites you.” He pinched her nipple for emphasis.

  Kitty closed her eyes as pain and pleasure formed an intoxicating web over her torso. “What if someone saw us?”

  “It would only add to the excitement, don’t you think?”

  Noah lowered his hand and slid his fingers along her inner thigh. “This club is named Taboo, after all.”

  “That it is.” Shane’s rich accent rippled through her like a warm spring. He captured her chin in his hand and turned her face toward his. “Open your eyes, lass.”

  Kitty did as she was told. The deep intensity of his green gaze drew her in and held her captive.

  “You’re overthinking things.” He slipped his hand from her hair and traced her jawline. “Shut that pretty little mind off and just feel.”

  He was right. All day, every day, Kitty had to make important decisions at Velvet Steel. Didn’t she come to Taboo to blow off some steam?

  “Let us give you what you want, love,” Noah said.

  Kitty felt safe with these men. Their commanding presence spoke to her. It reached deep down inside of her and touched a need so powerful that it drove her away from her father and out to the clubs every chance she got.

  She didn’t delude herself into thinking these men cared about her—that would be insanity. Yet there was something soft in their voices and an undercurrent in Shane’s command that made her feel cherished. She opened her eyes and nodded.

  It was the only signal they needed. The song changed, and a slower, more primal beat thrummed through the speakers. Shane leaned forward and captured her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. Kitty tightened her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Shane cupped his hand around the back of her knee and lifted her leg. Instinctively, she pressed it against his hip and hooked her heel into his ass.

  Noah pressed his fingers together around her nipple, and Kitty groaned as both pleasure and pain fanned out over her body. He slipped his other hand up her thigh and used his long, thin finger to trace the outer rim of her opening. Shane ran his hand up the outside of her leg, and anticipation tingled over her skin.

  Kitty clenched the muscles in her channel, desperate to pull Noah’s fingers inside of her. The infuriating Irishman refused to be captured, preferring to linger just outside of her opening and tease her to the brink of insanity.

  Come on. Kitty removed one arm from Shane’s neck and reached behind her. A low moan vibrated from Noah’s throat as she slipped her fingers into his short black locks and held his lips against her neck. He pushed his hips forward and rubbed his hard cock against her backside. Kitty had been with a lot of men, but none had made her feel so hot and alive as these two—and that was only after an hour. How much more intense would her emotions be after an evening? A weekend?

  She kissed Shane harder and rubbed her ass against Noah’s erection. In response, Noah nipped her neck and then slipped his finger inside her.

  The air left her lungs in a giant whoosh. Kitty dragged her mouth away from Shane’s and inhaled, desperate for air. Shane seized the opportunity to duck down and nibble a seductive line along her jaw.

  “Do you like that, kitten?” Noah whispered in her ear.

  She nodded.

  “How about this?” Noah eased his finger out, then thrust in again, touching an extra-sensitive spot deep inside. Joy raced up through her core and consumed every inch of her body.

  “Yes.” Kitty leaned her head back on Noah’s shoulder, helpless against the onslaught of emotion.

  “Let me try.” Shane slid his hand up her leg and under her skirt.

  “Be my guest.” Noah slid from her body, then entered once more. This time he was joined by Shane. Two men, one purpose. The thrust sent a spasm of desire through her core. She wiggled her hips, trying to get them to go deeper. The position was so intimate and beautiful that tears stung her eyes.

  The men pulled out, then repeated the movements. Again Kitty’s spirit soared, and her muscles tightened. She groaned as the men retreated and then thrust again. It wasn’t long before they developed a rhythm. Kitty helped as much as room allowed, thrusting her hips down onto their joined hands. She knew she should feel exposed out on the dance floor, but she didn’t. In fact, the thought of people seeing them only heightened her pleasure. She no longer cared about the curious onlookers or what they might tell her father. All she cared about was easing the growing ache between her thighs.

  “She’s so fucking wet, Noah.” The awe in Shane’s voice poured over her.

  “I know. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  Kitty lifted her head to look at the man before her. Shane’s gaze wasn’t fixed on her but on the man behind her. There was a tenderness that hadn’t been there before. Kitty loosed her grip around Shane’s neck and placed her hand on his cheek. He flicked his gaze from Noah back to her, his surprise evident.

  “I’m over here,” she said, angry at the jealousy that stabbed her chest.

  His features softened, and something hungry passed through his gaze. “Believe me, I know.” He slipped his free hand up to cup her jaw. “You’re the only one we want.” He and Noah entered her again, the force of the thrust lifting her onto her toes. Kitty groaned as a rush of pleasure raced through her body.

  Shane leaned over until his lips came within inches from her ear. “You’re the only one I want.”

  Noah inched forward, and his warm breath brushed against her opposite ear as he spoke. “It’s been a long time since we’ve been with anyone so responsive.” He slid his tongue along the outer rim of her ear, and Kitty suddenly felt foolish for her jealousy. She closed her eyes and focused on the closeness of their bodies and the tingles of awareness tingling over her skin. “You’re perfect.”

  Shane pulled back and lifted his brow. “Do we please you, kitten?” He dropped his gaze down to where their bodies met. “Because you sure as hell please us.”

  On the next thrust, one of them shifted his hand, and something rubbed against her clit. Noah squeezed her nipple once more as Shane caught her gasp with his mouth. Kitty’s mind blanked, and for the moment, all she could do was feel.

  Pressure built in her lower abdomen. With each thrust, Noah pressed his cock against her ass and Shane rubbed his denim leg along her inner thigh. Kitty writhed between the two men, stretching toward that familiar yet unseen goal.

  “Fuck.” Shane’s sharp voice dumped on her like a bucket of cold water.

  Kitty opened her eyes as the men’s fingers pulled away. “What?”

  Shane nodded toward the two large men coming toward them as he let her leg down. “They’re coming after us.”

  “Who, the bouncers? Why would they come after us?” Kitty disentangled herself and ran her fingers through her hair.

  “Not us.” Shane waved his hand between the three of them. “Us.�
�� He indicated just him and Noah.

  “They didn’t exactly let us in here.” Noah moved next to Shane. “Time to abort the plan.”

  “No.” Shane’s jaw hardened. “We were so close.”

  “What plan?” Kitty smoothed her skirt over her trembling thighs. “What’s going on?”

  Shane turned to her and smiled. “Do you have somewhere we can go? I can explain everything once we’re there.”

  Noah flashed an impatient glare at his friend. “Come on, Shane. We need to get out of here. Now.”

  Kitty glanced at the bouncers coming toward them as she readjusted her bra. As a paying regular, she knew she could sort this out easily enough, but the thought of the three of them going somewhere more private overpowered her common sense. If these two elicited such strong emotions from her when she was out of her element, imagine what they could do to her once she got on more familiar ground. What if, instead of a few short hours, they had an entire weekend together? Drowning herself in alcohol and these two sexy men would be the perfect way to forget her troubles with Velvet Steel. She’d come back Monday morning refreshed and energized. She smiled as an idea formed in her head.

  Kitty crooked her finger at the men. “Follow me.”

  “Lead the way.”

  “Shane, no.” Noah shook his head, the frustration clear in his eyes.

  Kitty took a step back from the men. “You want to escape, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” Shane glanced at Noah. “We do.”

  “Then come on.” She waved them toward the exit and took another step back.

  “Shane, we can’t.” Noah’s frustration was evident. The question was, why? Didn’t they want to be with her?

  “Suit yourself.” Kitty went back and got her purse from the table, then started walking toward the exit.

  She didn’t stop to see if the men followed her. She knew they would. It was either follow her or sweet-talk Taboo’s bouncers out of breaking their arms. Shane and Noah weren’t stupid. Sex was always a better option than broken bones.

  “Fuck.” Noah’s muttered curse followed her toward the door.