Candy Apple, page 12
The heavy pounding into her pussy stopped and every nerve ending vibrated in protest.
“It’s okay, babe. You can take us both, yeah?”
Even as she blinked her eyes open, Nathan was there, stretched out across the pillows, his chest and abs glistening with a faint gleam of sweat, the hard, thick shaft of his cock displayed. Nathan cupped her chin and raised her eyes.
“Can you suck me, babe? While Kiah fucks you?”
The words and the sexual tension behind them streamed into her soul and she knew she had to have both these men at once. Without responding, she leaned forward and swallowed Nathan’s cock—no teasing, no licking. She sucked, taking him to the back of her throat with one push.
“Oh fuck!” His cry bounced off the ceiling and echoed back to her. If she could have, she would have smiled but the thick shaft in her mouth wouldn’t let her. Instead, she drew back, sucking hard. He shouted again and that seemed to be too much for Kiah.
He started to fuck her again, a little slower, not so hard but still deep and strong, every stroke filling her pussy. Her mind turned as fuzzy as her vision but she let sensation seduce her. She sucked on the hard cock in her mouth and received the one in her pussy.
As if they knew by instinct how to move together, they rocked her back and forth, until she was filled and surrounded by them. Hot whispers swirled through her mind, pulling her deeper into the sensual fog.
The hot, hard shaft in her mouth urged her to draw him deeper.
The solid cock fucked her pussy, every stroke setting her nerves on fire.
Giving up control, she sank into the delicious sensations, sucking hard to pull the come from his body, rocking her hips back to meet his thrusts into her cunt.
Violent male shouts shattered around her but she didn’t stop—sucking and fucking, taking each of them.
The cock in her mouth spilled forth, pouring down her throat. She swallowed, gulping down every drop even as the shaft in her pussy sank hilt-deep in her cunt. Tension radiated from the body above hers, making his cock twitch inside her.
They’d come. She knew they’d both come—one in her mouth, the other in her pussy. Sensation and memory blended together until she couldn’t remember who was doing what. It didn’t matter. They’d taken her. Together.
She hadn’t come. The second time.
It didn’t matter, she told her slowly awakening mind. She—Tasha, fluffy and not perfect Tasha—had made two devilishly wicked men come. Hell, she’d made them scream.
She smiled as her fingers released their grip on the fitted sheets. That pleasure alone would carry her through years of fantasy.
Kiah’s cock slid out of her pussy, the shaft still thick enough to brush against her clit as he retreated.
“Damn,” Kiah whispered.
“Fuck yeah,” Nathan replied.
Tasha sighed. She was satisfied…well, not physically, but mentally and emotionally and spiritually…oh yeah, she was there.
“But she didn’t come,” Kiah said.
“What?” Nathan jumped. “How—?”
“I don’t know but I’m pretty sure she didn’t.”
Four strong hands grabbed her and shifted, flipping her onto her back. She blinked and stared up at the two men who’d most recently been inside her.
“Tasha?” Nathan asked.
She looked at them—so beautiful, so perfect.
She lifted her shoulders in a weak shrug. “I’m good.” Her pussy twinged but she ignored the sensation, promising to bring out the wicked memory of Kiah and Nathan fucking her later. Then she could come.
“Yeah, that shit’s not going to fly,” Kiah muttered.
“Fuck no,” Nathan replied. “Let’s make her scream.” Nathan lifted his chin. “You want to or I could—”
“I got it.”
Before she could really figure out what Kiah was talking about he’d humped down the mattress and spread her legs. This time it was his mouth, not his cock, on her pussy. He dived down and drove his tongue between her pussy lips. The sensitized nerves sparkled with pleasure.
She cried out and grabbed Nathan’s thigh—using his strength to hold her in place as Kiah licked her pussy. He flicked his tongue along the top side of her passage, thrusting fast and hard, before pulling back. He swirled his tongue around her clit before returning to tongue-fuck her with a shallow, subtle penetration.
Every nerve vibrated, the steady thrust and retreat of Kiah’s tongue slipping across her clit.
Nathan dropped down beside her, once again pulling her nipple into his mouth, drawing deep, sending the delicious sparkles down into her pussy. She whimpered, trying to hold back the scream that threatened, still rocking her hips, thrusting up against Kiah’s tongue.
The wicked pulses of Kiah’s tongue blended with Nathan’s mouth sent her over the edge. She dug her nails into Nathan’s back and Kiah’s shoulder, clinging to her lovers as the pleasure raced through her.
Time passed and soon she blinked her eyes open and met the sexual stares of her lovers. She knew she had to be blushing.
“Better?” Kiah asked.
Her lips bent into a slight smile. “It was lovely.”
Nathan and Kiah looked at each other, looks of smug male satisfaction marking their faces.
“Only one thing could have made it better,” she said.
Their heads snapped toward her, eyebrows raised, challenging her.
“And what is that?” Nathan demanded.
“Yes?” Kiah asked.
She met their gazes head on.
“Someone could do those dishes.”
Nathan closed his eyes and sighed. “Fine.” He smacked Kiah on the shoulder with the back of his hand. “Let’s go.”
Kiah shook his head, sinking down beside her, his hand moving around her waist.
“She didn’t say it had to be done now.”
Nathan looked at her. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him down on the other side of her. Kiah was right. The dishes could wait.
Chapter Nine
Dear Diary,
I’ve always believed the dress could help me find my true love. Somehow it’s managed to find two men for me—totally different but strange how we seem to fit together.
Nathan grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the house, the automatic garage door closing behind them. The front door was unlocked and they stepped inside. Nathan jerked to a stop.
She looked around his shoulder and immediately saw what caused his abrupt halt.
Kiah. Sitting on the couch, staring up at the TV.
“Hello,” he greeted with a cheeky grin. “Have a nice time?”
She coughed. “It was lovely.”
“Yes, lovely.” Nathan drew her all the way in the house and shut the door behind. “Good night.” He nodded to Kiah. Tasha could see the smile on Nathan’s lips—more of a smirk actually.
He headed toward the stairs, taking Tasha with him. She offered a weak wave to Kiah but her arm was going upstairs and she was sort of attached to it.
“Don’t worry,” Kiah called out. “I’ll lock up.”
“Good,” Nathan growled but the sound didn’t have much ire in it. More arrogance than anything else.
At the top of the stairs, he opened the door to his room, pulled her inside and closed it behind him.
“Kiah will hear—” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.
Nathan spun her around, putting her back against the door. She gasped and looked up into his eyes. Wicked hunger mixed with a touch of challenge stared back at her.
“Let him listen.”
He bent down and took her lips in a kiss meant to dominate, to conquer. There was no other response she could give. She opened her mouth to his tongue demanding entrance.
Heat invaded and surrounded her, setting her senses on fire with hot kisses. His hand moved between their bodies and undid the buttons of her blouse. Shivers raced across her skin as she stood there, her red bra lifting her breasts, displaying them.
Nathan drew back, his lips still damp from hers. His fingers skimmed across the lace of her bra. His fingers dipped inside, teasing her nipples.
“So pretty.” He leaned down, stroking his firm tongue across the peaks of her breasts. The wet lace grew cool as he dropped to his knees, dragging her skirt up and out of the way.
Still trying to catch up with what was happening and clinging to the thought that Kiah was downstairs, she barely noticed as Nathan pulled down her red panties.
But he captured her full attention when he lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder. His tongue lapped at the front of her pussy.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” With only that as a warning, he sank his tongue into her passage. A cry broke from her lips before she could control it.
Nathan drew back, kissing her pussy lips. “That’s it, babe. Let me hear it.”
Even knowing that Kiah was downstairs, probably listening to every noise, she couldn’t hold back when Nathan sucked on her clit, sending a bright, jolting climax into her body.
She might have screamed. She didn’t know. All she could know was Nathan.
* * * * *
Tasha couldn’t help but blush as she crept down the stairs the next morning, high heels clutched in her fist, hoping every step was light and not a board creaked. Nathan was sound asleep, snoring softly.
She could only hope the same could be said for the other occupant of the house.
There was no way Kiah hadn’t heard them. She glanced back toward his bedroom door. It was still shut. Good. She could—
“Awake so soon?”
She yelped and slapped her hand to her chest to calm her instantly pounding heart.
Kiah leaned in the doorway to the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“I would have thought after last night, you would barely be able to move, let alone get up and sneak out.”
She whipped her shoes behind her back. “I wasn’t sneaking.”
I just didn’t want to face either of you this morning, she added silently. Kiah because of what he’d heard and Nathan because, well, she’d done a lot of screaming last night. She wasn’t sure she could look him in the eye.
“Looks like sneaking to me,” Nathan drawled from behind her. He thudded down the steps, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She stared at him, knowing her eyes widened. She rarely saw him dressed so casually—usually it was suits for work—and the sight was one to be savored. He had an ass made for jeans.
He stopped beside her on the stair and looked down.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said weakly.
“Well, I’m awake now.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Can I make you breakfast?”
Kiah scoffed. Nathan kept his eyes trained on her but raised his hand and flipped off his cousin.
“You don’t cook,” she said, a little breathless. Nathan leaned in, the sexy, dangerous lover from the night before returned. She shivered, remembering how he’d pressed her against the door last night and licked her pussy until she’d literally screamed.
He nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses against the sensitive nape.
“I can make you some cereal.” He smiled against her skin.
“Or I could cook you breakfast,” she suggested, tugging on the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him closer, her embarrassment about the previous night fading quickly.
“Sounds great!” Kiah’s voice broke through the delicious fog created by Nathan’s kisses. “We have real food again.”
Nathan sighed. Hard. Tasha pulled away, laughing softly.
“I guess I’d better get busy then.”
Nathan nodded and took a step back, giving her room. She patted his hip and tried not to smile.
Kiah waited at the bottom of the stairs, blinking innocently up at her.
She glanced over her shoulder and looked up at Nathan. He still stood on the stairs. “You coming?”
“Not any time soon,” Kiah teased.
The edges of Nathan’s eyes tightened down and he glared at his cousin.
“Ignore him,” Tasha said.
Nathan grunted and jogged down the stairs. Once again she was amazed at how comfortable—and sexy—he looked in those jeans. He came to her side and kissed her lips once again.
“Just remember. It’s still my date until I take you home.”
Kiah shrugged. “She’s mine tonight.”
* * * * *
She clamped her lips together and fought to keep the scream inside, but the way Kiah moved on her, inside her, his cock plunging deep with each stroke, sliding against her clit. Every nerve in her body seemed electrified.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You hold me so tight.” His growled words only added to the sensory overload. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me know—”
Before his words were even out, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her fingernails dug into the firm skin of his back as the wicked tension exploded inside her.
“Kiah!” His name rang through the rafters of his bedroom.
“That’s it. Oh fuck!” His shout followed moments later. He held himself inside her as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.
Then he collapsed, sinking down on her, and rolling to the side.
Tasha blushed as she stared up at the ceiling. There was no way Nathan hadn’t heard them.
The next morning when she left Kiah’s bedroom, Nathan was there, sitting in the kitchen, calmly sipping coffee. An evil grin took up residence on his lips.
“Have fun?” he asked, his tone casual but the arrogance that floated beneath his words made her lift her chin and face him.
“Yes.”
“Sounded like it.” He got up and offered her his coffee and a kiss.
“You don’t seem upset.”
He shook his head. “Strangely, I’m not. It just made me think of all the wicked things I’m going to do to you the next time we go out.”
Tasha’s knees trembled. She’d never survive.
* * * * *
Nathan took her hand and raised her fingers to his lips, pausing in the old-fashioned gesture to bite down gently on the tip. She gasped, the subtle pressure reminding her of his lips and tongue and teeth on her breasts.
Her nipples seemed to be hard and sensitive most of the time now—maybe because they’d been stimulated so much. Nathan was definitely more obsessed with her breasts but Kiah spent his time teasing and sucking them, showing his appreciation.
The three of them hadn’t been “together” since that night, but she’d spent almost every night with one or the other.
She’d learned to live with little sleep and in an almost constant state of arousal.
And she’d never been happier.
“Are Cain and Pax moved in?” Nathan asked, kissing her fingers once again.
Heather’s lovers were making the transition from Vegas. Nathan had met them when he’d picked her up one night. Since then he’d had several conversations, with Pax in particular, about making a three-way relationship work.
“Almost. They—”
Nathan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed and flashed a silent apology her direction as he looked at the screen. She didn’t really mind.
Unlike Jason, Nathan didn’t feel the need to take every call no matter what they were doing. He usually checked the screen but she’d only ever seen him answer a work-related call once.
He pressed a button on the side of the phone and placed the little black box on the table.
“Don’t you need to get that?”
“No. It’s my cousin.”
“Kiah?” Her heart dropped a bit. She thought the two of them were getting along so much better.
“No.” Nathan smiled as if he could read her mind. “His younger brother, Linc. He’s trying to borrow a table for their monthly poker night. I’ll get it to him later. Now, Kiah is working so we have the house to ourselves. I was thinking we could—”
The phone rang again. Nathan’s lips pressed together in a tight line. He tipped the phone over and looked at the screen.
“It’s Linc again.” He paused. “Maybe I should get this.” He swiped his finger across the bottom of the screen. “Hey, man, what’s up?”
Tasha watched Nathan’s face. His expression flattening out. “Right. Okay. Where? Right. We’ll be there.”
He put the phone on the table and looked at her. “Kiah’s been hurt.”
Nathan couldn’t tell her any more. All he knew, all Linc could tell him, was there was a house fire. Kiah had gone around to the side and the deck had fallen on him. He was alive and in surgery.
They arrived at the hospital and Nathan strode into the emergency room. He crushed the emotions churning through his chest, subduing the burst of panic that threatened.
“Good evening,” he said to the woman at the front desk. “I’m here for Hezekiah Morgan.”
Tasha’s head snapped up. “Hezekiah?”
“Long story,” he said then faced the nurse. “Now, he was brought in—”
“Nattie!” A male voice stopped him and Nathan turned, stalking down the hall to wrap the younger version of himself and Kiah in a hug.
“Are you okay?”
Linc nodded but Nathan could see he was worried.
“What have you heard?”
“They’ve still got him in surgery. No major burns. But it took the crews like ten minutes to get him out.”
Nathan nodded and placed his hand on Linc’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right. You know that. He’s tough and how the hell would he annoy me if he wasn’t around?”
Linc gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, and he’s got a lot going right now. I’m hoping that pulls him through. He’s got that new woman.”
Nathan glanced over his shoulder. Tasha hovered a few feet back, her fingers twisted together, worry etched on her face but she was clearly giving Nathan a minute to talk to Linc. “Want to meet her?”
“Sure.” Linc pulled to a stop. “Wait. What are you doing with her?” He paused and Nathan could see him trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. “Did you go pick her up?”
He stepped in front of Linc, blocking his view of Tasha. He wasn’t going to subject her to Linc’s reaction. Not until it was under control.
“It’s okay, babe. You can take us both, yeah?”
Even as she blinked her eyes open, Nathan was there, stretched out across the pillows, his chest and abs glistening with a faint gleam of sweat, the hard, thick shaft of his cock displayed. Nathan cupped her chin and raised her eyes.
“Can you suck me, babe? While Kiah fucks you?”
The words and the sexual tension behind them streamed into her soul and she knew she had to have both these men at once. Without responding, she leaned forward and swallowed Nathan’s cock—no teasing, no licking. She sucked, taking him to the back of her throat with one push.
“Oh fuck!” His cry bounced off the ceiling and echoed back to her. If she could have, she would have smiled but the thick shaft in her mouth wouldn’t let her. Instead, she drew back, sucking hard. He shouted again and that seemed to be too much for Kiah.
He started to fuck her again, a little slower, not so hard but still deep and strong, every stroke filling her pussy. Her mind turned as fuzzy as her vision but she let sensation seduce her. She sucked on the hard cock in her mouth and received the one in her pussy.
As if they knew by instinct how to move together, they rocked her back and forth, until she was filled and surrounded by them. Hot whispers swirled through her mind, pulling her deeper into the sensual fog.
The hot, hard shaft in her mouth urged her to draw him deeper.
The solid cock fucked her pussy, every stroke setting her nerves on fire.
Giving up control, she sank into the delicious sensations, sucking hard to pull the come from his body, rocking her hips back to meet his thrusts into her cunt.
Violent male shouts shattered around her but she didn’t stop—sucking and fucking, taking each of them.
The cock in her mouth spilled forth, pouring down her throat. She swallowed, gulping down every drop even as the shaft in her pussy sank hilt-deep in her cunt. Tension radiated from the body above hers, making his cock twitch inside her.
They’d come. She knew they’d both come—one in her mouth, the other in her pussy. Sensation and memory blended together until she couldn’t remember who was doing what. It didn’t matter. They’d taken her. Together.
She hadn’t come. The second time.
It didn’t matter, she told her slowly awakening mind. She—Tasha, fluffy and not perfect Tasha—had made two devilishly wicked men come. Hell, she’d made them scream.
She smiled as her fingers released their grip on the fitted sheets. That pleasure alone would carry her through years of fantasy.
Kiah’s cock slid out of her pussy, the shaft still thick enough to brush against her clit as he retreated.
“Damn,” Kiah whispered.
“Fuck yeah,” Nathan replied.
Tasha sighed. She was satisfied…well, not physically, but mentally and emotionally and spiritually…oh yeah, she was there.
“But she didn’t come,” Kiah said.
“What?” Nathan jumped. “How—?”
“I don’t know but I’m pretty sure she didn’t.”
Four strong hands grabbed her and shifted, flipping her onto her back. She blinked and stared up at the two men who’d most recently been inside her.
“Tasha?” Nathan asked.
She looked at them—so beautiful, so perfect.
She lifted her shoulders in a weak shrug. “I’m good.” Her pussy twinged but she ignored the sensation, promising to bring out the wicked memory of Kiah and Nathan fucking her later. Then she could come.
“Yeah, that shit’s not going to fly,” Kiah muttered.
“Fuck no,” Nathan replied. “Let’s make her scream.” Nathan lifted his chin. “You want to or I could—”
“I got it.”
Before she could really figure out what Kiah was talking about he’d humped down the mattress and spread her legs. This time it was his mouth, not his cock, on her pussy. He dived down and drove his tongue between her pussy lips. The sensitized nerves sparkled with pleasure.
She cried out and grabbed Nathan’s thigh—using his strength to hold her in place as Kiah licked her pussy. He flicked his tongue along the top side of her passage, thrusting fast and hard, before pulling back. He swirled his tongue around her clit before returning to tongue-fuck her with a shallow, subtle penetration.
Every nerve vibrated, the steady thrust and retreat of Kiah’s tongue slipping across her clit.
Nathan dropped down beside her, once again pulling her nipple into his mouth, drawing deep, sending the delicious sparkles down into her pussy. She whimpered, trying to hold back the scream that threatened, still rocking her hips, thrusting up against Kiah’s tongue.
The wicked pulses of Kiah’s tongue blended with Nathan’s mouth sent her over the edge. She dug her nails into Nathan’s back and Kiah’s shoulder, clinging to her lovers as the pleasure raced through her.
Time passed and soon she blinked her eyes open and met the sexual stares of her lovers. She knew she had to be blushing.
“Better?” Kiah asked.
Her lips bent into a slight smile. “It was lovely.”
Nathan and Kiah looked at each other, looks of smug male satisfaction marking their faces.
“Only one thing could have made it better,” she said.
Their heads snapped toward her, eyebrows raised, challenging her.
“And what is that?” Nathan demanded.
“Yes?” Kiah asked.
She met their gazes head on.
“Someone could do those dishes.”
Nathan closed his eyes and sighed. “Fine.” He smacked Kiah on the shoulder with the back of his hand. “Let’s go.”
Kiah shook his head, sinking down beside her, his hand moving around her waist.
“She didn’t say it had to be done now.”
Nathan looked at her. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him down on the other side of her. Kiah was right. The dishes could wait.
Chapter Nine
Dear Diary,
I’ve always believed the dress could help me find my true love. Somehow it’s managed to find two men for me—totally different but strange how we seem to fit together.
Nathan grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the house, the automatic garage door closing behind them. The front door was unlocked and they stepped inside. Nathan jerked to a stop.
She looked around his shoulder and immediately saw what caused his abrupt halt.
Kiah. Sitting on the couch, staring up at the TV.
“Hello,” he greeted with a cheeky grin. “Have a nice time?”
She coughed. “It was lovely.”
“Yes, lovely.” Nathan drew her all the way in the house and shut the door behind. “Good night.” He nodded to Kiah. Tasha could see the smile on Nathan’s lips—more of a smirk actually.
He headed toward the stairs, taking Tasha with him. She offered a weak wave to Kiah but her arm was going upstairs and she was sort of attached to it.
“Don’t worry,” Kiah called out. “I’ll lock up.”
“Good,” Nathan growled but the sound didn’t have much ire in it. More arrogance than anything else.
At the top of the stairs, he opened the door to his room, pulled her inside and closed it behind him.
“Kiah will hear—” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.
Nathan spun her around, putting her back against the door. She gasped and looked up into his eyes. Wicked hunger mixed with a touch of challenge stared back at her.
“Let him listen.”
He bent down and took her lips in a kiss meant to dominate, to conquer. There was no other response she could give. She opened her mouth to his tongue demanding entrance.
Heat invaded and surrounded her, setting her senses on fire with hot kisses. His hand moved between their bodies and undid the buttons of her blouse. Shivers raced across her skin as she stood there, her red bra lifting her breasts, displaying them.
Nathan drew back, his lips still damp from hers. His fingers skimmed across the lace of her bra. His fingers dipped inside, teasing her nipples.
“So pretty.” He leaned down, stroking his firm tongue across the peaks of her breasts. The wet lace grew cool as he dropped to his knees, dragging her skirt up and out of the way.
Still trying to catch up with what was happening and clinging to the thought that Kiah was downstairs, she barely noticed as Nathan pulled down her red panties.
But he captured her full attention when he lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder. His tongue lapped at the front of her pussy.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” With only that as a warning, he sank his tongue into her passage. A cry broke from her lips before she could control it.
Nathan drew back, kissing her pussy lips. “That’s it, babe. Let me hear it.”
Even knowing that Kiah was downstairs, probably listening to every noise, she couldn’t hold back when Nathan sucked on her clit, sending a bright, jolting climax into her body.
She might have screamed. She didn’t know. All she could know was Nathan.
* * * * *
Tasha couldn’t help but blush as she crept down the stairs the next morning, high heels clutched in her fist, hoping every step was light and not a board creaked. Nathan was sound asleep, snoring softly.
She could only hope the same could be said for the other occupant of the house.
There was no way Kiah hadn’t heard them. She glanced back toward his bedroom door. It was still shut. Good. She could—
“Awake so soon?”
She yelped and slapped her hand to her chest to calm her instantly pounding heart.
Kiah leaned in the doorway to the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“I would have thought after last night, you would barely be able to move, let alone get up and sneak out.”
She whipped her shoes behind her back. “I wasn’t sneaking.”
I just didn’t want to face either of you this morning, she added silently. Kiah because of what he’d heard and Nathan because, well, she’d done a lot of screaming last night. She wasn’t sure she could look him in the eye.
“Looks like sneaking to me,” Nathan drawled from behind her. He thudded down the steps, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She stared at him, knowing her eyes widened. She rarely saw him dressed so casually—usually it was suits for work—and the sight was one to be savored. He had an ass made for jeans.
He stopped beside her on the stair and looked down.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said weakly.
“Well, I’m awake now.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Can I make you breakfast?”
Kiah scoffed. Nathan kept his eyes trained on her but raised his hand and flipped off his cousin.
“You don’t cook,” she said, a little breathless. Nathan leaned in, the sexy, dangerous lover from the night before returned. She shivered, remembering how he’d pressed her against the door last night and licked her pussy until she’d literally screamed.
He nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses against the sensitive nape.
“I can make you some cereal.” He smiled against her skin.
“Or I could cook you breakfast,” she suggested, tugging on the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him closer, her embarrassment about the previous night fading quickly.
“Sounds great!” Kiah’s voice broke through the delicious fog created by Nathan’s kisses. “We have real food again.”
Nathan sighed. Hard. Tasha pulled away, laughing softly.
“I guess I’d better get busy then.”
Nathan nodded and took a step back, giving her room. She patted his hip and tried not to smile.
Kiah waited at the bottom of the stairs, blinking innocently up at her.
She glanced over her shoulder and looked up at Nathan. He still stood on the stairs. “You coming?”
“Not any time soon,” Kiah teased.
The edges of Nathan’s eyes tightened down and he glared at his cousin.
“Ignore him,” Tasha said.
Nathan grunted and jogged down the stairs. Once again she was amazed at how comfortable—and sexy—he looked in those jeans. He came to her side and kissed her lips once again.
“Just remember. It’s still my date until I take you home.”
Kiah shrugged. “She’s mine tonight.”
* * * * *
She clamped her lips together and fought to keep the scream inside, but the way Kiah moved on her, inside her, his cock plunging deep with each stroke, sliding against her clit. Every nerve in her body seemed electrified.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You hold me so tight.” His growled words only added to the sensory overload. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me know—”
Before his words were even out, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her fingernails dug into the firm skin of his back as the wicked tension exploded inside her.
“Kiah!” His name rang through the rafters of his bedroom.
“That’s it. Oh fuck!” His shout followed moments later. He held himself inside her as his body shook with the force of his orgasm.
Then he collapsed, sinking down on her, and rolling to the side.
Tasha blushed as she stared up at the ceiling. There was no way Nathan hadn’t heard them.
The next morning when she left Kiah’s bedroom, Nathan was there, sitting in the kitchen, calmly sipping coffee. An evil grin took up residence on his lips.
“Have fun?” he asked, his tone casual but the arrogance that floated beneath his words made her lift her chin and face him.
“Yes.”
“Sounded like it.” He got up and offered her his coffee and a kiss.
“You don’t seem upset.”
He shook his head. “Strangely, I’m not. It just made me think of all the wicked things I’m going to do to you the next time we go out.”
Tasha’s knees trembled. She’d never survive.
* * * * *
Nathan took her hand and raised her fingers to his lips, pausing in the old-fashioned gesture to bite down gently on the tip. She gasped, the subtle pressure reminding her of his lips and tongue and teeth on her breasts.
Her nipples seemed to be hard and sensitive most of the time now—maybe because they’d been stimulated so much. Nathan was definitely more obsessed with her breasts but Kiah spent his time teasing and sucking them, showing his appreciation.
The three of them hadn’t been “together” since that night, but she’d spent almost every night with one or the other.
She’d learned to live with little sleep and in an almost constant state of arousal.
And she’d never been happier.
“Are Cain and Pax moved in?” Nathan asked, kissing her fingers once again.
Heather’s lovers were making the transition from Vegas. Nathan had met them when he’d picked her up one night. Since then he’d had several conversations, with Pax in particular, about making a three-way relationship work.
“Almost. They—”
Nathan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed and flashed a silent apology her direction as he looked at the screen. She didn’t really mind.
Unlike Jason, Nathan didn’t feel the need to take every call no matter what they were doing. He usually checked the screen but she’d only ever seen him answer a work-related call once.
He pressed a button on the side of the phone and placed the little black box on the table.
“Don’t you need to get that?”
“No. It’s my cousin.”
“Kiah?” Her heart dropped a bit. She thought the two of them were getting along so much better.
“No.” Nathan smiled as if he could read her mind. “His younger brother, Linc. He’s trying to borrow a table for their monthly poker night. I’ll get it to him later. Now, Kiah is working so we have the house to ourselves. I was thinking we could—”
The phone rang again. Nathan’s lips pressed together in a tight line. He tipped the phone over and looked at the screen.
“It’s Linc again.” He paused. “Maybe I should get this.” He swiped his finger across the bottom of the screen. “Hey, man, what’s up?”
Tasha watched Nathan’s face. His expression flattening out. “Right. Okay. Where? Right. We’ll be there.”
He put the phone on the table and looked at her. “Kiah’s been hurt.”
Nathan couldn’t tell her any more. All he knew, all Linc could tell him, was there was a house fire. Kiah had gone around to the side and the deck had fallen on him. He was alive and in surgery.
They arrived at the hospital and Nathan strode into the emergency room. He crushed the emotions churning through his chest, subduing the burst of panic that threatened.
“Good evening,” he said to the woman at the front desk. “I’m here for Hezekiah Morgan.”
Tasha’s head snapped up. “Hezekiah?”
“Long story,” he said then faced the nurse. “Now, he was brought in—”
“Nattie!” A male voice stopped him and Nathan turned, stalking down the hall to wrap the younger version of himself and Kiah in a hug.
“Are you okay?”
Linc nodded but Nathan could see he was worried.
“What have you heard?”
“They’ve still got him in surgery. No major burns. But it took the crews like ten minutes to get him out.”
Nathan nodded and placed his hand on Linc’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right. You know that. He’s tough and how the hell would he annoy me if he wasn’t around?”
Linc gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, and he’s got a lot going right now. I’m hoping that pulls him through. He’s got that new woman.”
Nathan glanced over his shoulder. Tasha hovered a few feet back, her fingers twisted together, worry etched on her face but she was clearly giving Nathan a minute to talk to Linc. “Want to meet her?”
“Sure.” Linc pulled to a stop. “Wait. What are you doing with her?” He paused and Nathan could see him trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. “Did you go pick her up?”
He stepped in front of Linc, blocking his view of Tasha. He wasn’t going to subject her to Linc’s reaction. Not until it was under control.
