Chapter 39
Katie
So. Much. Muscle.
I didn’t know where to look, following the dark treasure trail of hair down Garrett’s stomach, only for my eyes to jerk across to try to count every single hair spanning Rhett’s broad chest.
“Seems like things are a little unequal.” Garrett’s eyes shone with devilry as he smirked down at me. “We’ve lost our shirts…”
And I still had mine on. I sucked in a shuddering breath as two different emotions fought a pitched battle inside me. My old shirt wasn’t comforting anymore. It was suffocating, and the Lycra of the cute sports bra underneath was just making me really aware of my nipples, the fabric slipping against those swollen points with every breath I took in.
Trouble is, light was flooding in through the window, pooling innocently on the floor and making every damn thing so bright. That let me follow the erratic path of the vein that stood proud against Garrett’s olive skin, tracking the way Rhett’s loose shorts hung from his hips.
But if I could see them in all their technicolour glory, then they’d be able to do the same of me.
I frowned for a second, the tension in my forehead a small reflection of the kind building inside my head, but my hands went to the hem of my shirt, rubbing the too soft cotton for a second before I flipped it up and over my head.
“Oh fuck…”
I liked Garrett’s groan a whole lot. Rhett’s guttural grunt, the way his eyes flashed as he took me in. This was the standard all men would be judged by going forward.
“So this is what you had under that shirt all this time.” Garrett’s finger traced the shape of the sports bra, down the strap and then along the cup. “I think I’m glad you wore that t-shirt.”
“I’m not.” Rhett moved closer, hands moving as the muscle in his jaw flexed. “Pretty sure I’m gonna set it alight in the backyard.”
“I’ve got more.” Where the hell had that come from? I just blurted the words out. “My dad gives me all his old ones when he’s sick of them.”
“Burn them too.” Rhett dared a tiny smile. “You want some oversized tee to wear? You come and see me.” I found myself nodding along with that. “But right now…” His finger went under the strap of my bra and started to push it down.
Garrett followed his lead and part of me wanted to shout, “Wait!” Wait for what? I asked myself, ready to walk out of here and away from this if it wasn’t what I wanted. Never again would I let some dickhead pressure me into doing something I didn’t want.
No, I had the opposite problem.
Their touch burned as they peeled the strap down until it trapped my arms against my sides and I couldn’t work out which to focus on first. Garrett’s smile, that was both gentle and carnal by turns. The way Rhett’s entire focus seemed to narrow down onto the small bit of skin he revealed.
“Fuck…” he cursed. “You’re beautiful.”
Part of me wanted to grab my phone and force him to repeat that into the speaker. I’d record it and play it over and over again, analysing the way he rasped out the words. My soul felt like a desert, and it soaked in that compliment far too hungrily.
“Katie.” He tilted my head up so my eyes met his. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. How many times I told myself I couldn’t, shouldn’t, because you were his. Because I thought you’d never look at me the way I look at you. I used to come into the station, see you waiting for him, and I’d have to pretend like my heart didn’t lurch every damn time you smiled. Like I didn’t watch the way you tucked your hair behind your ear or hugged your arms when you got nervous. I saw everything , Katie. And I wanted all of it.”
He swallowed, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob.
“And when he hurt you? When he let you go? I nearly went to his house and broke his jaw for being too stupid to stay. But I didn’t. Because a selfish part of me was glad he walked away, because...”
I watched his hand slide down my arm as if seeing those big, broad hands for the first time.
“I never wanted to be your rebound. I want to be your safe place. The one you fall into when everything else feels like too much. But right now… right now, I just want to feel you. All of you.” His hand rose, the backs of his knuckles grazing the top of my breast. “If you’ll let me.”
“Feel us.”
I blinked as Garrett shifted closer.
What could I do, but this? I tore the bra up and over my head, feeling my breasts bob free. It took me weeks, months, even years to feel safe enough to be naked around someone new, and here I was, literally letting everything hang out.
Not for long.
They both lunged forward, hands smoothing over my shoulders, burying themselves in my hair. Rough, raspy, stubbly kisses and then the feel of callused hands as they covered my breasts.
What the hell did I have to worry about? That thought blew in and then out of my head again, because it couldn’t coexist with them. My lips stung, and yet I chased their mouths for more. My hands slid over hard chests, gripped bulging biceps, never able to settle and just enjoy the feel of their hard bodies, because something in me wanted it all. Perhaps that’s why my fingers slid down. Garrett let out a muffled grunt as I found that swollen length again.
“None of that.” He bucked helplessly into my hand, but Rhett had far more control. My hands were snatched away and then dragged up over my head. “Little minx.” I blinked, adjusting to my new position. “What do you think, Garrett? Should we show Katie exactly how well we work together?”
Garrett answered by moving forward, kissing the soft skin of my stomach, his fingers finding the waistband of my yoga pants, right before he began to peel them off.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Apparently, that meant ruining me for all other men.
Rhett didn’t let me go for a second, one hand holding me right where I was as the other began to roam. He seemed intent on tracing every curve, my skin feeling way too sensitive as he drew lazy circles on it. That smile, it was everything. A secret one he’d never shared with me before, right as his head dropped down. I panted, watching him watch me as his mouth closed around my nipple. The first harsh pull nearly had me shrieking, pleasure racing through me. I’d been so deprived for so long that everything was hypersensitive.
As Garrett was about to find out.
Self-consciousness was tossed to one side as he yanked my yoga pants off, then my underwear.
“Damn…” I couldn’t reply, couldn’t work out what had Garrett cursing, until I felt his thumbs split me wide. “Our girl’s all wet for us.”
“Is she?” I fought Rhett’s hold, wanting to claw him right back where he was as he pulled away to take a look. “Seems like you better have a taste.” His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. “Before I take over.”
“Wait your fucking turn.”
A kiss on my inner thigh had me jumping, then a sigh escaping my lungs as Rhett turned back to my breast, kissing the slope, forcing me to wriggle to try and get the nipple back between his lips. Somehow, they coordinated it. Rhett caught my nipple gently between his teeth, then sucked hard, right as Garrett licked the length of my seam.
“Oh…”
I couldn’t form words, sentences, anything as the two of them went to work. My wrists were let loose as Rhett covered the other breast with his hand. Mine went to his head, caressing the loose waves–it felt like silk between my fingertips as I made wordless sounds of pleasure. Because Garrett was tracing the shape of my nub with the tip of his tongue. My hips followed that lazy orbit, needing more.
“Think she likes that.”
Rhett pulled away to make commentary, but before I could make a sound of complaint, his fingers clamped down tighter on my other nipple. Shooting bursts of pleasure/pain had me grinding up and into Garrett’s face.
“Fuck, yeah,” Garrett mumbled, going back for more.
The flat of his tongue flicked across my clit, and it felt like I caught every tiny bump. His tongue moved faster, firmer, the two of them driving me insane as something twisted tighter inside me. An itch that needed to be scratched. I tried to specify what, but just let out a string of incoherent moans. My legs rose, wanting to wrap around his head, but Garrett’s hands slapped down, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed and onto his face.
Somehow they knew how close I was getting. They moved as one, pushing me harder, faster, but right as my pants took on a desperate edge, Garrett jerked away. My heart sank. I’d been here before, brought to the edge and then my partner lost interest in pushing me over. My eyelids fluttered as I realised what was going to happen. Garrett would shove his pants down and push himself inside me, pumping once, twice, three times before he?—
“Look at you, so close.” Garrett’s voice had turned into a dark purr, but was he being seductive or mean? I couldn’t work out which. A finger made me jump, tracing the aching entrance of me. “But you can’t come yet.”
I felt like I followed the orbit of his fingertip and yet my hips still bucked when he thrust his finger inside. The tip raked upwards, forcing explosions of pleasure from me. This is not what I expected. I stared blindly at the wall, trying to process this new feeling. It was a deep, intense, and yet completely different pleasure to the one experienced when he stroked my clit.
“How’re we feeling?” Garrett asked. “This got you humming, Katie?”
I tried to answer and ended up making some sound that was a lot like a hum instead.
“If one finger’s got you feeling good.” Rhett moved behind me, scooping me up so my torso now lay against his chest. He reached down and pushed my thighs open wider, letting Garrett sink deeper. “Maybe we should find out how more make you feel.”
Garrett grinned as he pulled his hand free, licking his finger and then before I could make a sound of protest, forced two fingers back inside me.