Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Her eyes darted away and even in the harsh lights, I could see her blush. “Dolly offered me her couch.”
I counted to ten, but it did nothing to ease my frustration with her. I wanted to shake some sense into her. I settled my hands on her slim shoulders, but didn’t shake. “Kit—”
“It’s eleven at night. I hadn’t heard from you, so I thought—”
“Whatever you were thinking is wrong. You’re ours now, Kit. If you didn’t get that after what we did last night, then Donovan and I aren’t doing it right.”
The corner of her mouth tipped up. She didn’t believe we were in this all the way. I didn’t like that, that she doubted us, but it was a trust thing. While we’d been into her for so long, she’d thought we’d been off limits for over a year. I stifled a smile. Donovan and me, together. Yeah, no. So maybe it would take her a little longer to get her head in the game, but we’d show her. Prove to her we meant every word. Every touch. Everything.
“Let’s go.” I slung my arm around her shoulder and led her to her car.
Thirty minutes later, we were in Donovan’s apartment and she was in my arms again. “Finally,” I murmured, kissing her neck. “Mmm, you smell like French fries.”
She laughed pulled out of my hold.
“Let me see,” Donovan said, grabbing her hand and spinning her around so she was in his arms. He kissed her, then nuzzled her neck. Sniffed.
“I need a shower,” she replied.
He stepped back, but kept her hand and led her toward his bathroom. “That can be arranged.”
I followed. If she was going to be naked, wet and have soap bubbles all over her, I wasn’t going to miss out.
There was no seductive strip tease, just Donovan helping her out of the diner T-shirt and her jeans. Still, I was instantly hard.
“Oh shit.”
Shyly, Kit turned to me. “Out of all the underwear in my drawer, you picked out this.” She didn’t sound too thrilled with the scraps of black lace and silk I’d selected when I packed her a bag the day before, but the way her nipples were hard beneath the flimsy fabric, I knew she wasn’t really upset. I’d been right, she looked hot as shit in sexy lingerie.
Donovan grinned. “Nix is in charge of your bras and panties from now on.”
Fuck, yes. I was all in when it came to finding sexy things for our girl to wear. Just for us.
I couldn’t help but stroke a finger over the upper swell of her breast. The bra didn’t cover much and my dick liked that just fine. And lower, those panties… just a triangle with little strings covered that sweet pussy.
“You look hot as shit in that. Now take it off,” I said, pulling my service revolver from my holster and sitting it on the vanity. Donovan’s apartment was in a new building downtown, modern and spacious. The bathroom, thank fuck, had a steam shower that easily fit three. No way could we fit together in my bathroom, let alone the clawfoot tub.
She must have caught on to the way we were watching her hands undo the front clasp of her bra, because she slowed down. A turtle could undo the clasp faster. And the impish little twist of her lips…
She was teasing us.
I looked to Donovan.
“You’re getting spanked, Kitty Kat, for teasing your men,” he growled. “I’ve spent all day with a semi. It’s hard to get shit done… hell, it’s hard to walk.” As he spoke, he opened his pants, pushed them and his boxers down enough to grab his dick, pull it out and stroke it. It wasn’t a semi at all, but ready to fuck. “I can still taste you and I want more.”
“Oh,” she whispered, finally letting the bra slide off her shoulders and to the tiled floor.
We stared at her perfect breasts. A handful and heavy, they were teardrop shaped with upturned plump nipples. Pretty pink nipples that were hardening as we watched.
“Fuck,” I breathed. My mouth watered to get my lips on them.
Donovan made a grunting sound and stalked to the shower, fiddled with the various knobs and got the water going. Before either of us could get our clothes off, steam billowed out the open door.
It was her turn to stare. Clearly, she wasn’t used to watching two men strip.
Donovan tugged Kit into the shower with him and grabbed the soap. I followed, then sank onto the bench seat. He handed me the bar before his lathered hands ran over her shoulders, down her arms and then to her breasts. He was taking high, so I’d take low. With her pussy right at eye level, I was content with the arrangement.
She had four hands on her, running over every inch of her, getting her nice and clean. I did her legs, then carefully washed her pussy, ensuring no soap remained on that delicate flesh before I began to play. She was wet, and not from the shower, my fingers sliding into her easily.