Chapter 38
Garrett
I have no idea how we made it home in one piece. I had our mats rolled up the second we were dismissed, the blocks back in their place and then was hustling Katie out the door before she could even thank the instructor. That was rude, because she had done me a great favour. I felt like I was hovering around Katie, waiting for her to notice me, but Rhett’s idea was genius. It forced us to get more hands on, and that’s what I needed right now.
The front door slammed open, and we spilled inside, cracking up laughing for just a second, before my mouth found hers. Fuck. I knew she’d be soft, sweet, but not this sweet. I wanted to bake cakes that imitated the taste of her and then gorge myself on them. Over and over, my mouth claimed hers, trying to get some satisfaction, but there was only a growing hunger.
“Bedroom?” I rasped.
“To practise our yoga?”
That mocking little voice had my nose pressing into her pulse as I let out a groan.
“I mean, if you want…” My voice was cut off as I felt her hand slide down. Stomach tensed, her fingers wandered until they cupped me right where I needed her. “Fuck, yes…”
It’d been so long since anyone else touched me like this. Her eyes staring into mine, watching my every response as I felt a traitorous throb. My balls wanted to pull tight and unload all over Katie, marking her as mine, but?—
“Looks like you had fun at yoga.”
Rhett’s ragged voice had Katie spinning around and I nearly grabbed her by the wrist, putting her hand right back where it was.
“Rhett…” Katie gasped.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He stepped in closer and stroked her hair. “Did you have fun?”
“Um… yes.” She shot me a look over her shoulder. “Garett got a bit riled up by some of the poses.”
“I’m not sure if you’re a madman or a genius.” I slid in behind Katie, intrigued by the way her pulse started to flutter under my palm. A kiss was pressed to her neck and sure enough, her heart raced faster. “Our girl in tight pants, contorting this body into poses that had me mindful of things that have no place in a yoga studio.”
“Hmm…” Rhett reached out, slowly lifting the hem of the baggy t-shirt Katie was wearing. The well-worn fabric did little to disguise those fantastic tits of hers. “Didn’t think of that at the time. Just puppies. Gotta admit…” He was forced to let out a hacking cough. Rhett had obviously had some sleep, but was still looking worn. “Now I’ve seen what you look like in yoga pants, I reckon this needs to become a regular thing.”
“Are you OK?” she asked, trying to pull free of my grip, but she didn’t need to. Rhett drew closer. “Garrett said you were in a factory fire.”
“Better now.” We worked together, sandwiching Katie between us. My fingers trailed down her arms as he tipped her chin his way. “Nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a kiss.”
I couldn’t have agreed more. As he claimed her mouth, I trailed kisses down her neck, breathing in the pretty floral scent of her. My hands went to her arms, trapping them as I kissed along the line of her shoulder. Forced to let go to push the neck of her t-shirt to one side, it felt like my lips were seared by all that creamy skin.
Then she let out a breathy little moan.
My eyes jerked upwards, my mouth pulling away as I watched the two of them kiss.
I knew that ferocity. Rhett wanted to eat Katie all up, but he’d need to get in line. I hadn’t endured that torture chamber for nothing. First, though…
“Katie…?” She was reluctant to stop, her mouth kissing Rhett’s even after he pulled away. That little flutter of her eyelids, it had both of us smiling as she finally opened her eyes. “You’re in control today, babe.” My dick was about to jump off my body and storm off in protest, but this needed to be said. “We’ll only go as far as you want.”
I shot Rhett a look, but I knew him. He’d never push a girl past her limits, ever. The man nodded slowly, then stared down at Katie.
“Stop whenever you want to stop.” His thumb brushed her lips, and I knew how soft they’d feel. “But it’d be good to get some limits on the table now.”
“And if I don’t have any?”
An involuntary grunt escaped me at the idea. Katie, naked, screaming over and over as we forced her to take more and more pleasure. I pressed my forehead against her shoulder and then let out a shuddering breath.
“Everyone does.” No, not now, I wanted to say. “And that’s healthy.”
“Don’t be afraid of asking for what you want,” Rhett said. “Or telling us what you don’t want. Like I’m pretty sure Garrett wants you in his room right now, spread out on his bed.”
“Naked,” I prompted. “I want to stare at every damn inch of you…”
And that’s when she stiffened.
“That.” Rhett stood taller. “That’s a boundary. You don’t want that?”
“I do.” She couldn’t have sounded less convincing. That small voice made clear the same confident woman of moments before was not with us now. “I…” Her huff of frustration made clear what was happening. “I’m just a little gun shy, y’know?’
“So we’ll go to the kitchen.” My eyes closed as I struggled to master myself. “I’ll make you some tea and?—”
“Why?” Rhett was too damn blunt sometimes and now was one of them. I shot him a meaningful look over Katie’s shoulder, but his focus was trained entirely on her. “Why are you gun shy? If you don’t want us?—”
“Not the problem,” she admitted in a tight voice. I watched her hands rise and fall. “It’s just… history. I haven’t… done anything since… since…” My hands went to her shoulders, rubbing the muscles there, trying to relax them. “Since the moment Dave told me that he preferred Millie over me.”
When his hand slapped down on the wall above her head, Katie jumped, but right as I went to intervene, he leant in.
“Dave’s a fucking idiot. He was before and he is even more so now. Millie’s a nice girl.”
Jesus, shut the fuck up about her, I thought furiously.
“But I would walk past a million Millie’s to get to you, Katie.” Shit. It wasn’t just the smoke inhalation that had destroyed his voice. Rhett sounded broken. “I don’t know how to prove it to you, but?—”
She silenced him with a kiss and I watched them move. His hands surging around her, dragging her close until she could feel the truth of his words.
Our words.
I pulled her hair away from her neck, balling it as I claimed her skin anew. Wanted, needed more. We were a messy mass of limbs, kissing, touching, stroking, until finally we all broke apart.
“I…” We both hung on her words. “It’s been a while and watching Garrett sport a massive boner during yoga was both really, really funny and…” Her eyes trailed down. “Really, really hot at the same time. Can we just?—?”
I had her scooped up into my arms and was carrying her down the hallway, the sounds of her shrieking music to my ears. She bounced on the bed when I tossed her down, then I went to wrench my t-shirt up and over my head.
Only to find her there to do it for me.
Her eyes met mine, staring as she smoothed it up. I worked damn hard on my physique, but right then, every painful recovery day was worth it as she took me in.
“Oh, that’s…” She pointed at my abs. “And they…”
“Speechless?” Rhett strolled in, yanking his shirt off and then our girl didn’t know where to look.
“You’re like a kid at Christmas,” I said. “Like you don’t know which present to open first.”
“Both of them.” Katie met my eyes then Rhett’s as she smoothed her hands across both of our chests. “I want both of you.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could lie in bed hearing the two of you going at it without butting in,” Rhett told her. “Just because Dave was too stupid to treat you right doesn’t mean we will make the same mistake. Tell me you want this, Katie.”
I’m willing to bet her dickhead ex didn’t hang on her every word like we did right then.
“Yes.” I loved that determined, that devilish, look in her eyes. “The answer is yes.”