Authors: Tielle St. Clare
Startled by his sudden departure, she gasped when she saw
Kiah standing next to the mattress.
Somehow her glasses had stayed on the entire time and she’d
never been more pleased with modern optometry. She didn’t want to miss a moment
of this.
She reached out to touch, wanting that hard flesh beneath
her hands. Her fingers brushed the taut skin of his stomach but Kiah grabbed
her hands and pulled them away.
“Kiah.” Her protest was weak. She liked when he took
control. When either of them took control.
“Not yet, baby. That was too wicked to go unpunished.”
She blinked and stared into his eyes, her cheeks already
warming. He couldn’t be serious. Nathan was there. What would Nathan think?
Nathan pushed himself up on his elbow and looked over at
Kiah.
Kiah braced himself for his cousin’s interference. Nathan
would probably never understand the pleasure of a well-pinked bottom but that
didn’t mean Kiah was going to go without. He’d been waiting a month to spank
and fuck Tasha.
“Punished?” Nathan’s question was a mixture of challenge and
concern.
“Oh yeah.” Kiah leaned down and kissed Tasha, savoring her
taste and the sexy submission of her tongue. “Come on, baby,” he whispered
against her lips. “Let’s show Nattie how sexy you are when your pretty ass is a
nice rosy pink.”
She gasped and he saw her eyes flicker toward Nathan, as if
she was worried about his opinion, but still she moved, guided by Kiah’s hands,
until she was on her hands and knees, that round sweet ass pushed out and
presented to him.
He’d given her a couple of spanks in the past few weeks but
they’d both been dressed at the time. This was the first time since that first
day that he’d seen her naked bottom. He smoothed his fingers over the curve of
her cheek.
“You ready, baby?” He didn’t really wait for her reply. He
drew back and placed a sharp smack on each cheek.
She gasped but didn’t move.
“Wait.” Nathan held up his hand. “Are you okay with this?”
he asked Tasha.
“She likes it,” Kiah answered, giving her another couple of
sharp taps. She arched her back but didn’t move out of reach. “Don’t you,
baby?”
“I-I—”
Kiah teased his fingers over the slightly pink skin and her
attempt to speak turned into a moan.
“See?” He pulled back and continued to spank her, whispering
softly with each stroke how beautiful she looked, how sexy her ass was, how
much he wanted to be inside her.
The pink in her skin deepened, a perfect rosy glow. He
didn’t want her to hurt tomorrow. He drew his gaze away and looked at Nathan.
His cousin watched but the grim set of his lips warned he didn’t approve, and
that Kiah would hear about it later.
“Nattie, come here,” he called softly. Nathan’s head popped
up. “Feel how wet she is.” Kiah didn’t have to touch her—the sweet cries and
the way she moved her ass into his hand told him everything he needed to know.
Nathan slowly moved the few inches across the bed and slid
his hand along her thigh. As if every nerve in her body was sensitized, she
moved into the caress, letting the new warmth flood her soaking pussy.
Nathan groaned as his fingers slid between her folds. The
delicate touch illuminated her already sensitive flesh and she gasped, rolling
her hips, trying to get him deeper into her aching pussy.
“What did I tell you?”
A little frightened at what she might find, she raised her
eyes and met Nathan’s gaze. He licked his lips, pausing a single heartbeat
before leaning in and kissing her, conquering her mouth, driving his tongue
deep between her lips. She tilted her head to give him better access, moaning
as Kiah’s cock pressed against her opening.
Nathan drew back, those wicked blue eyes filled with
concern. “You okay, babe?”
She nodded, not sure she could gather the ability to speak.
Nathan retreated onto the mattress but he didn’t go far. Her curls tumbled
around her cheeks as she lowered her head and took a deep breath, preparing for
Kiah’s penetration.
He eased his cock in, slow but steady until he was pressed
up against the warm skin of her ass.
“Feel that, baby? Your pretty ass is so hot.” He leaned over
her and kissed the back of her neck. “Not as hot as your sweet pussy.” He
nudged his cock deeper into her passage, pumping the shaft inside her.
Her fingers curled on the sheets as she braced herself.
She must have groaned, though she didn’t remember making a
sound, because Nathan whispered soft shushing noises.
Strong, hard fingers gripped her hips as Kiah filled her,
holding her in place as he slowly withdrew and then thrust forward, slamming
into her cunt in one long stroke. He cried out and pulled her back, driving his
cock deeper into her pussy.
Craving the hard driving fuck she knew was coming, she
arched her back and tipped her hips toward him. Kiah continued to pound into
her passage and Nathan didn’t move away. His hot gaze locked on her face.
But even as she vaguely acknowledged that he was there, Kiah
fucked her, stealing every bit of focus she had.
Except Nathan wouldn’t be denied. He didn’t touch but he
whispered, seducing her mind even as Kiah fucked her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Nathan said.
“Yeah,” Kiah grunted, his cock slamming deep to punctuate
the word.
The hands holding her in place for Kiah’s wicked thrusts
didn’t move but hot, strong fingers slid across her breasts, pinching her
nipples. Nathan. He squeezed down until the pain shot through her core, turning
to pleasure as it penetrated her cunt.
Matching masculine groans filled the air.
“Oh fuck, Nattie, whatever you did, do it again. She loved
that.”
For once Nathan didn’t seem inclined to ignore his cousin.
He repeated the caress, a little harder, holding just a little longer until she
cried out.
“Fuck!” Kiah’s shout joined her scream in the atmosphere.
She tried to maintain some control, some ability to think
and keep her sanity but then Nathan’s hand slid down, between her pussy lips,
teasing her clit. The delicate pressure balanced perfectly with Kiah’s fucking,
sending her higher and closer with every thrust.
Panting, she dug her nails into the sheets, knowing she was
moments from coming, moments from the most explosive—
“Oh fuck, man. Let me in.”
She heard Nathan’s plea and felt Kiah’s hands tighten on her
hips, even as his almost brutal thrusts slowed.
NO!
The word stayed locked in her throat. Nathan’s finger tapped
her clit, giving her a wicked jolt before he moved away.
“That is too fucking sexy,” he muttered.
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.
“No, we were out at dinner when you called.”
Linc’s eyes got wide and he drew in a big breath.
Nathan stopped him. “Kiah knows.”
“He knows you’re dating his girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“But he’s—”
“Listen, it’s an unusual situation and once Kiah wakes up,
he’ll explain it all but for now, know that Tasha really cares for your
brother.”
“I know but—”
“Don’t worry about my relationship with her. Worry about
your brother’s feelings for Tasha and he’ll want her here.”
Linc’s chin went up a fraction of an inch and Nathan waited.
Finally, the younger man nodded. “Be nice,” Nathan warned. He turned around and
held out his hand to Tasha. She placed her fingers into his palm and allowed
him to pull her forward.
“Tasha, this is Linc, Kiah’s younger brother.”
“How do you do?”
“So you’re Hez’s girlfriend, huh?” There was just a hint of
challenge in Linc’s voice and Nathan’s spine straightened. He understood Linc’s
feelings but he wasn’t going to let his cousin hurt Tasha.
“Yes,” she said, her soft voice carrying through the rumble
of people around them. “Is he going to be all right?”
Linc reported to her what he’d told Nathan. Her outward
appearance revealed nothing but calm and strength. But Nathan could feel her
fingers tighten on his. He squeezed back, letting her know he was there.
“So is there some place we can wait?” Tasha asked.
Linc drew back as if he hadn’t been expecting that question.
“Yeah, we’ve taken over one of the waiting rooms.”
“We?” Nathan asked at his cousin’s back as they followed
Linc down the hall. They turned the corner. A sea of men covered the room,
sitting, standing, a few lying down. Half of them were dressed in turnout gear.
The others were in jeans and black t-shirts with the fire department logo on
it.