by Lacey Thorn
“Hey, Kat,” River greeted. “I was just calling to check on you.”
“Any reason you’re calling my brother instead of me?”
“Because she knows Charlie won’t lie to her,” Tara answered.
Kat sighed. “I’m not stupid, and you both know that.”
“Impulsive,” Tara stated.
“Adrenaline junkie,” River added.
“Fearless,” Tara tacked on.
“Okay, okay. Good grief, you guys. I’m not that bad!”
“Yes, you are,” River replied unrepentantly. “Christ, I can still hear you taunting Raymond when he was waving his gun around. My God, Kat, he could have killed you.” She gave a weary sigh. “I’m so sorry, guys. This is all my fault. I should have never dated Raymond. If it wasn’t for me bringing him into our lives, then we’d never be caught up in this nightmare with his loony sister.”
“We’re not starting that again,” Kat stated forcefully. “None of us knew how wacko Raymond was. He was a detective for God’s sake.”
“And no one even knew about his sister’s killing spree. Those were all unsolved murders. Raymond hid them from everyone,” Tara reminded.
“You’re right. I know you are, but I can’t help feeling guilty. He almost raped you, Tara.”
“And I shot and killed him, River.”
“Which is exactly why Juliana went after you when she was released to come home for his funeral.”
“We all feel guilty, River,” Kat admitted. “This will all be over soon. It has to be.”
“Just make sure you stay with the guys watching over you, Kat,” River admonished. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you!”
“That goes double for me,” Tara added.
“I will,” Kat agreed. She could hear voices coming toward her door. Just the thought had her pussy wet, her nipples beading into tight little points. “But this better end soon.”
Tara cleared her throat. “I remember someone telling me some words of wisdom not too long ago. Stop over thinking things, Kat. Relax. Like multiple orgasm relax.”
Laughter floated over the line from both her friends.
Kat hated having her words thrown back at her. “It’s not that simple, Tara.”
“It could be.”
And wasn’t that just how Kat had responded when Tara told her it wasn’t simple. Tara had been unsure of jumping into a sexual fling with Kat’s brother Charlie and his buddies Dasan and Sam. But now Tara was the happiest Kat had ever seen her.
“I believe you had words of wisdom for me too,” River chimed in, “when I was doubting my ability to hold a relationship with three men. Something along the lines of, ‘Be happy. Life can be too goddamn short sometimes. Make the most of every moment.’ So make the most of your time, Kat. None of us knows what tomorrow might hold.”
River was right. Kat found herself swallowing her smart-ass reply. It was hard to dispute her own words.
The bedroom door swung open, and her gaze clashed with Adrian’s. She saw a shield there, as if he refused to open up to her again. It hurt, knowing she’d put it there.
“Dinner’s here,” he said. His gaze roamed over her from head to toe like he couldn’t stop himself. Then he turned and walked away.
She didn’t want him to walk away. She didn’t want to fight the sexual tension that filled the air. She was tired of trying to ease the ache between her thighs with her fingers when there were three rock hard cocks more than willing to ease it for her.
“You’re right. It’s past time I dealt with certain things,” she responded to her friends on the phone.
“You mean things as in you, Rafe, and what happened that night?” Tara asked.
Kat caught her breath. She’d never said anything about that night. “What do you know about it?”
River laughed. “Poor, Kat. Don’t get drunk on a bottle of tequila if you don’t want to confess things.”
The tequila night, when they’d made their plans for the Angel Investigations agency they’d formed after graduating from the police academy. Man, it seemed like so long ago now. Apparently, it had also been the night she’d shared her deepest secrets.
“Now that you’re sober, maybe you’ll remember what I’m going to say,” Tara whispered. “You’re a bright, beautiful woman, Kat. If anyone can hold the attention and hearts of three men, it’s you. They won’t know what hit them.”
“I second that,” River contributed, “and it doesn’t make you a whore or a slut, Kat. Loving three men can be natural for some women. Look at me.” She was in a committed relationship with Luke, Rick, and Phil, the bodyguards she’d found while on the run from Raymond Marino.
“And me,” Tara reminded her. Tara was living on the ranch now with Charlie, Dasan, and Sam.
Something seemed to click in Kat’s mind, in her heart. She wouldn’t make any big decisions right now, not with circumstances so unique. But she would make the most of the situation. No more running. No more hiding. No more denying. She had always been a woman of action. It was time she remembered that. “I have to go, girls. Dinner is here, and I want to get it while it’s hot.”
River and Tara both laughed.
“Yeah, get it while it’s hot,” Tara said with a snicker.
“Hot is definitely best,” River agreed with a giggle.
“Love you guys.”
“Love you guys, too,” River said.
“Love you both,” Tara stated.
A voice murmured in the background.
“I need to go,” River said. “They guys just got in.”
“Have fun,” Kat said with a laugh.
“I intend to!” River vowed and disconnected.
“Kat?” Tara’s voice came across the line.
“Yes.”
“Take care of you.”
“I will. Take care of you.”
The phone disconnected and Kat tossed it aside. She stood up and walked over to glance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Dinner would have to wait. She was in sore need of a hot shower. She had plans for the rest of the night that involved being naked.
She stepped into the bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. She’d always been a firmer believer that a woman was just as responsible for taking care of protection as her partner was. Thankfully, the condoms weren’t expired because she planned to use quite a few of them.
Tonight, she was going to give in to her desires. Hopefully, the guys were still willing to do the same.
Chapter Two
Liam sat and watched as they all waited for Kat to join them. Rafe was torn up that she was so unhappy. Liam could see it every time Kat made one of her pithy remarks about being under house arrest. Liam didn’t give a shit how she felt as long as she was still alive to feel. He’d tie her down to the fucking bed if it meant he could keep her safe for the rest of her life.
He shuddered at the thought of the sick fuck who’d been a part of those photos getting his hands on her. Liam had seen them, seen the women’s eyes, the macabre sights of their necks slit from ear to ear. He’d seen them each lying in a pool of their own blood. The mere thought of something like that happening to Kat? It gave him more nightmares than anything he’d seen as a Ranger.
“Dinner’s getting cold,” Rafe stated, bringing Liam out of his grisly thoughts.
“Not much of an appetite,” Liam admitted.
“That’s too bad because I’m starving.”
Kat’s voice brought all their heads turning her way, but it was what she was wearing, or not wearing that had Liam’s dick spiking to attention. She had on a pair of tiny knit shorts, the kind a woman might wear to bed, and a ribbed tank top. Her breasts bounced, her tight nipples poking out through the fabric, highlighting the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Liam let his gaze roam over her from the cascade of black curls surrounding her head and shoulders to her bright red toenails. She was a vision, one that had sexual desire beating a st
accato rhythm in his chest. He could still recall the taste of her on his tongue, and he was greedy for seconds.
He saw Adrian swallow and wondered if his friend knew just how much emotion his eyes were sharing with anyone who bothered to look. Adrian might deny it, but he had feelings for Kat, and not just those involving his dick.
Rafe shifted in his seat, and Liam almost chuckled. The vixen had more than likely given all of them a hard-on. He only hoped she’d be willing to take care of them.
Kat moved around the island that separated kitchen from living room and filled a plate with honey teriyaki chicken bites. She slid back around and settled on the end of the couch, curling her feet up beside her. She ate with her fingers, stopping to lick and suck at the tips as she fed herself.
Liam swallowed, imaging those lips doing the same to the head of his cock. He could easily move in front of her, pull his cock out, and feed her every inch.
Damn. Even his hands were shaking. She glanced up and their eyes clashed and held. He saw the knowledge in her gaze. The minx knew exactly what she was doing to them, and she was loving every minute of it.
“Careful there, kitten,” Liam drawled. “You might just bite off more than you can handle.”
Her eyes darted around the room, touching on Rafe, then Adrian before bouncing back to him. He stood up and felt his cock pulse and flex against the seam of his zipper when her eyes dropped and held there.
“I think we’re all aware of just what I can handle,” she purred. She dropped her plate on the end table beside her and stood. She stretched, bending and flexing that amazing body of hers before padding across the carpet and stopping mere inches from him.
Her hot little hands moved over his chest in a caress. Her nails sent shivers up his spine as she explored every ridge of muscle he had. She stopped at the band of his jeans, and holding his gaze, she popped the top button free.
“I’m not playing games with you, Kat,” Liam warned, grasping her by the upper arms and jerking her against him. Her hands were trapped on his groin, and her exploring fingers were causing havoc with his pulse.
“Too bad,” she whispered and nipped her teeth along his jaw. “I have a real jones to play some games.” Her hand palmed his cock through his clothes and gave it a squeeze.
Adrian boxed her between them. His hands grabbed the bottom of her tank and jerked it up over her breasts. Liam’s gaze dropped, and he licked his lips at the sight of those tempting nipples just begging for his teeth, his tongue.
“We’ll play games with you, Kat,” Adrian grunted. “How about the one where we tie you to the bed and fuck you senseless?”
Kat tensed for a minute between them, and Liam thought maybe Adrian had managed to call her bluff. Rafe stood by the table, watching her, but hadn’t moved to join them yet. Liam suspected he was waiting like the rest of them to hear her answer to Adrian’s taunt.
“Sounds like a great game to me,” Kat crooned, lifting her hands from Liam’s dick and crossing them over her head. “Cuffs or rope?”
* * * *
Kat knew she was pushing the envelope. It was just who she was. When she made up her mind that she wanted something, she did everything in her power to make it happen. And she wanted this, wanted them. Her body was on fire with a raging desire that would only be sated after hours of them naked and fucking her into oblivion.
Adrian wrapped his hand around her wrist and lifted until she was on her toes between him and Liam. His cock was hard against her ass, reminding her how good he’d felt fucking her there. He bent his head to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
She turned her head, caught his bottom lip with her teeth then flicked her tongue out and over it, soothing the spot she’d nipped. “I’m going to let you until you cry out my name as you come.”
She jerked back against Adrian, her head snapping forward as Liam bent and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked, laved, bit, and drove her insane with the wicked heat of his mouth. She moaned and tugged one hand free to wrap in Liam’s hair and hold him close.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Adrian admonished as he jerked her hand back above her head. “Just think of my hands as cuffs.”
She bit back another moan as Liam moved to her other nipple. Her head rolled from side to side where it rested against Adrian, until her eyes locked on Rafe. He stood rooted to the floor, just watching them.
She parted her lips then licked them before speaking. “Rafe,” she panted his name, an invitation she hoped he’d take.
He walked toward them, his eyes never leaving hers. His hand brushed the hair from her face. “I’m not looking for another one night stand, Kat,” he warned her. “If I take you to my bed, I want to find you there in the morning.”
Kat pushed her fear down. There would be plenty of time to deal with it later. River was happy. Tara was happy. More importantly, they were each loved and adored by three men. Surely, if it was possible for them, it could be possible for her too. She was on the edge; one word could send her back to safety while another would have her stepping off into the unknown.
She looked Rafe in the eyes and took a leap. “I’m not going anywhere this time, Rafe.”
His hand clenched in her hair and tipped her head toward him. With a groan, he took her mouth, his tongue forging inside and ravaging. She sucked on it, dueled it with her own. She was surrounded by male heat. The musky scent of desire filled her nostrils and had her pussy clenching with the need to be fucked. How had she managed to deny herself this pleasure over the last two weeks?
Liam’s mouth moved down over her stomach, his lips painting a moist path along her body. She knew where he was headed, couldn’t wait for him to get there. She wanted to feel his mouth on her clit, his tongue fucking her channel.
Rafe stepped back. His hands dropped to his belt, and he made quick work of removing it. He looped it around her wrists, wrapping it repeatedly until the two ends met. Holding her, he cinched it closed.
Adrian trailed his hands down to her elbows then tugged her arms back and looped them around his neck. When he stood, she was poised on her toes once more. Adrian’s hands were free now, and he wrapped them around her until he could lift both breasts in his palms. His wicked fingers found and manipulated her nipples, rolling and pinching the hard points.
Rafe was at her neck, sucking and licking while his hands clenched and released in her hair. In between sucking bites sure to mark her flesh, he whispered naughty things. “We’re going to take our time, Kat. Make you squirm and beg before we fuck your tight pussy. Each of us is going to gorge on your sweet cunt cream, make you come over and over again. And when you don’t think you can take anymore, when you’re wrung out from orgasm after orgasm, and panting for air, that’s when I’m going to slide my cock deep and make love to you.”
Liam’s hot breath fanned her pussy, and he pressed a hot kiss before jerking her shorts and panties to her ankles. He didn’t wait, but leaned in and flicked that wicked tongue between her plump folds, tasting the cream she’d already spilled.
“So hot and sweet,” he rumbled, trailing his tongue up and down. He used one hand to spread her wide and flicked around her swollen clit. He curved two fingers of his other hand and teased her opening with them. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers, kitten? Or my tongue?”
“Yes,” she cried. She wanted both, either, all. She just wanted to be filled.
His warm chuckle tickled her folds just before he thrust deep. Kat jerked and yelled, biting her lip to stifle the sound. She’d kill anyone who called the cops and had them breaking up what she’d finally given into. His lips wrapped around her clit, and he began to gently suck. She closed her eyes and whimpered.
How was a woman to hold out against this? How did she maintain control? She didn’t. She couldn’t, or at least Kat found it impossible. Not with three sets of hands fondling, rubbing, and caressing. Not with three mouths tasting and exploring. The scrape of teeth, the rasp of day old beard, t
he slide of callused fingers. It all coalesced to have her slamming into an orgasm.
Liam replaced his fingers with his tongue, and Kat reveled in the slurping sounds he made as he ate her out. Her legs were shaking, her knees threatening to buckle beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
“I’ve got you,” Adrian whispered at her ear. His fingers traced up the inside of her arms. He gripped her hands behind his neck and lifted them over his head, letting her slide down the front of his body, so her feet were fully on the floor.
Liam pulled back, placing heated kisses on her folds and the insides of her thighs.
“My turn,” Rafe whispered just before Adrian scooped her up in his arms.
He carried her to the sofa, laying her flat with her head resting on the arm. Catching her arms again, Adrian lifted them above her head. “Are you okay?” He used his fingers to test the belt, she assumed to make sure it wasn’t cutting off her circulation.
She was fine and nodded to him.
Her legs were spread, and she looked down to watch as Rafe bent his head to her pussy. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as if just the musky scent of her cream was enough to make his mouth water. It was arousing as hell. He lifted his head, met her eyes as if he’d known she’d be watching then lowered his head to place the first sucking kiss on her folds.
She moaned low and long, unable to hold back the pleasure she was feeling. She was still sensitive from the orgasm Liam had given her, and now Rafe was working her toward another one. She needed a distraction, or she’d be screaming the roof off.
She glanced up to where Adrian stood, holding her hands above her head. His eyes were glued on her displayed cunt and the things Rafe was doing to her. She could see Adrian was anticipating his turn. His hips were canted in, one strong thigh resting against the armrest her head was on. His cock was rock hard behind his jeans and well within her reach.
Leaning up she nipped his bulge with her teeth, pulling his eyes to her. She wrapped her lips around his swollen girth and sucked through the denim.