Chapter 47
Katie
Girlfriend?
When I walked into the beer garden and saw the women there, it felt like history was repeating itself. The guys had come here with me, but now they had options…? I took in each woman’s clothing, hair, perfectly applied makeup and couldn’t help but see it. The three women were a perfect match for each man. My heart had beat faster and faster, my feet wanting to move, but to where? Out of here, my heart beat. I’d march out into the car park and get into my car and…
I’d come here with Rhys, I remembered. I’d let him escort me downstairs, open my door for me and bring me here, thinking we’d enjoy a few drinks and a nice evening.
Yet here I was, right back in the same situation I had gone through with Dave.
I grabbed my phone, hands shaking, thumbs skating across the screen as I went to open up the Uber app, not sure if rides came this far out of the city. I could call Mandie…
“Is that your sister?” That bitch. She knew exactly what I was by the sly look she shot my way. Her eyes performed an insultingly slow inspection. “That’s some dress?—”
Then right as I was writhing in indecision, Rhys said the words I needed to hear.
“That’s my girlfriend.”
The need to kiss Rhys had my tongue sliding over my bottom lip.
“Our girlfriend.” Nope, now I wanted to kiss Garrett. “So we’re going to need you ladies to go back to your table. Now.”
Everything that happened after that was a blur, right up until now.
“Fuck…”
I liked that animalistic growl a whole lot. The way Rhys crowded me into one side of the car was even better. Those broad shoulders blocked out the artificial lights of the car park and turned him into a dark, shadowy figure. One whose hand slid along my jawline, tipping my head up so he could claim my mouth seconds later. Hungry kisses followed soon after, ones that threatened to bruise my lips, right before they trailed down my neck. I felt his stubble, smelled the cologne Garrett had carefully selected and him, my hands going to his shoulders, then the top button of his shirt. I flicked it open, then another, my hand sliding across the hot, hot skin of his chest.
“Good idea,” he rumbled, his hands going to the shoulder seams of my dress, ready to wrench it down, when a cool voice from the front stopped him.
“You are not getting Katie’s tits out in the car park.”
“I’m not?”
Rhys sounded pissed off and cautious, all at the same time. When we scrambled to get in the back of the car, I caught Garrett watching us steadily in the rear vision mirror.
“Katie’s ours.” I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for one man to say those words with that kind of certainty, let alone three. “And only we get to see what’s under that damn dress.”
“Right.” Rhys nodded, then glanced around the backseat, spying a gym bag and then hauling out a hoodie with a grin. My seatbelt was clipped on and then the hoodie was smoothed over my body like a massive fluffy blanket. “Home, James, and don’t spare the horsepower.”
Garrett snorted and turned the key in the ignition. Rhys slid in beside me, and for a moment I thought that we were going to play it cool on the way home, and part of me was disappointed at that. I liked his growls, his impulsivity, because I felt like I was being swept up in it. It forced me to stop thinking and just feel. His arm curled around my shoulders, tucking me in tight against his body, and that’s when I felt every inch of those muscles I’d seen on display that day at the gym. I looked up almost shyly, sure he’d see the look of adulation there. Imagine my surprise to find him gazing down at me with the same small smile on his face, as if he was just as transfixed.
His kiss was far gentler, slower and more considered, now we were away from the pub, and as we pulled out of the car park, he deepened it. Faster, harder, my body melted into his, right as his hand worked its way under the hoodie.
“Fucking hell…” I blinked, blinked, like I was waking up from a spell, only to find both men staring at me. Garrett shook his head, then dragged his focus back to the highway we were now hurtling down. “If you’re going to do this.” Rhys’ hand moved lower, easing the bodice of my dress to one side. It took very little for my breast to pop free. “Then I want Katie soft, wet, and ready for me by the time we get home.”
“He’s always so fucking bossy.” Rhys shot me an impish smile. “Put the toilet seat down. Wipe the kitchen benches after you make a coffee.” He shifted so his body was turned towards mine, and his hand dropped closer. “Give our girl orgasms on the drive home.” A kiss, then another, to quieten me when I tried to reply. “This at least is one order I’ll happily follow.”
The hoodie was useless, little more than an obstacle, because when his mouth crashed down on mine, his hands surged under it. Caressing me, tracing the shape of my body until I was panting into his mouth, and then when I was about to whine for more, he pulled back, watching me closely to catch the moment my mouth fell open as his fingers traced the shape of my nipple, then clamped down upon it.
That sharp little tug was a perfect representation of how I felt about the evening. The pain that burst so bittersweetly when I found three women in my place. The pleasure that rushed through me as they were given their marching orders. Then the wordless madness of Rhys unclipping his seatbelt and shoving his head under the hoodie.
The car instantly responded, an alarm ringing through the entire cabin, making clear what was happening. Not safe, not secure, even I could feel that as my hand cradled the back of his head. Mandie had it right. I should be getting to know each one of them, seeing if I even wanted the title of girlfriend. Instead, when his other hand slid down, raking at the skirts of my dress, I let my thighs fall open.
“Is he looking after you, Katie?”
Garrett’s clipped tones jerked me out of the haze I was marinating in. It brought the cool glass of the window, the whoosh of the cars speeding past us, back into stark relief. I wasn’t safe, in their room or mine. I was out in the world, and right as Rhys grunted, his fingers hooking the cute underwear Mandie had made me buy to one side, then groaning as he discovered just how wet I was, I couldn’t have felt better.
“Katie?”
Garrett was going to get bossy and demand an answer, I could see that, so I tried. Of course, right as I tried to answer, Rhys traced the shape of my entrance, right before pushing his fingers in. All I could let out was a guttural moan, something that seemed to please Garrett even more than anything else I could say.
The car was wrenched to the side of the road, the hazard lights flicked on, and the rapid tick, tick, tick of the indicators felt like they matched the pace of my heart rate. Garrett unclipped his seat belt and then spun around, staring through the gap between the seats.
“Has he got his fingers buried in that tight little cunt, Katie?” His brown eyes were cool, merciless, right now. They forced an answer from me, if even just in the form of a quick nod. “Give her another finger.”
“Working on it.” Rhys’ voice was muffled until he pulled his head free. “But you’re so damn tight.”
I didn’t feel like that at all. Instead, I was flayed wide open, gasping, as he pulsed his fingers in and out before pulling back and doing as he was told.
Shit.
The stretch had me clawing at the seats of the car while bearing down and wanting more.
“You’re going to need more than that if you want to take all of us tonight.” Garrett’s hand idly caressed the headrest of the passenger side seat. “Do you want that? No sleep, just pleasure, one after the other, until we’ve filled you to the brim.”
“Made you ours, finally.”
Rhys growled that out, then kissed me hard.
“You tell us now what you want and we’ll make sure that happens,” Garrett said, forcing my eyes to flick back open. He saw everything, the mess I’d devolved into, and yet would not look away. “We will give you everything you could possibly want, if you just say yes.”
The idea of it, the brush of Rhys’ thumb over my clit, then when it pressed down harder, it made clear to anyone driving past what we were doing. Tearing me apart, all the pain, the bullshit of the past burning up just like my skin was, leaving just me.
I answered the only way I could.
“Yes…” I panted, feeling the tension twist tighter inside me. “Yes…”
“Then come for Rhys like a good girl,” Garrett said, his gaze softening. “Soak his fingers. Leave him aching to replace them with his cock.”
“Already fucking there.”
My focus was dragged back to Rhys as he hung over me, watching every tiny response, nodding when I felt sensation spike inside me. I did exactly as I was told, pleasure spilling through me, waking every damn nerve ending up and making it sing as I fell apart, only for Rhys to put me right back together.
“So beautiful.” His kiss was far gentler now, even as I felt the tension in his body. “Fuck, Garrett, get our girl home. I’m this close to just coming in my pants.”
“Really?” I croaked that out as I smiled, shuddering as his fingers pulled free. “Well, seems like I need to do something about that.”