Chapter 53
Rhys
This was perfect.
My day was done, so no wall-to-wall testosterone, no Drew trying to shove paperwork in my face about setting up a franchise. No dramas, no stress, just me, my dog, my best friend, and our girl.
Bronson came back a lot calmer after the run and was now lying on the floor, snoring quietly, and while it was getting late, I wasn’t feeling tired, not when I was feeling Katie. Heath Ledger was doing something on the screen to try to win the heart of the girl with the pinched face, and I felt for him, I really did. Some blokes got caught up in the chase, losing interest the moment they got the girl, but me… I just wanted to be right where I was.
Katie was lying on the couch between Garrett and me, watching the screen with rapt attention while I couldn’t stop watching her. The way the colours from the TV screen flickered across her face in the gloom, the way her eyes lit up at some bit of dialogue, then those pretty lips started to curve into a smile. Garrett was the same.
It was that little giggle, then a cute snort that seemed to come after every real, spontaneous reaction, that had me looking across at Garrett. The man was exhausted, anyone could see that, and yet we both moved as one. I felt the moment when her breath caught in her chest, her whole body stiffening as I pressed a kiss to her throat. Gar did the same, and that turned her giggles into something else.
A gentle sigh, one that was barely detectable over Bronson’s snores, but it was music to my ears. It gave me the go ahead to slide my hand up her hip, over her stomach, and then higher up.
“Is this you trying to reclaim the remote?”
She meant that as a joke, but the effect was ruined by her voice turning breathy.
“That’s not what I want my hands on,” I mumbled into her throat, feeling her heart rate begin to pick up.
“Rhys—”
“Watch your movie,” Garrett ordered. “Eyes on the screen, Katie, or all of this stops.”
The hell it would. I shot him a dark look, but he just grinned, flicking his eyes up, and that’s when I saw the possibilities. Katie was being a good little girl, staring fixedly at the screen now. Oh, right. It meant we could do our very best to distract her, like when my lips grazed the perfect shell of her ear, then my teeth across the lobe. Another little gasp. Made me want to spend my time getting to know that ear really well, finding out all her erogenous zones, but no one ever accused me of being patient. My hand slid down, flicking open the first button of her blouse, something I’d been dying to do since the moment she came around. Katie broke the rules for a second, her eyes rolling sideways, even if she didn’t move her head, only for her hand to snake out and make contact with my shorts.
I wanted it to creep up, to ease the elastic down and my cock out, but we were playing a game. I never did anything without wanting to come out on top, so I grabbed her hand, kissed the knuckles, and then placed it back on the couch.
“Focus.”
On us, on the way I eased her shirt off her shoulder to kiss the curve of it. On the way my fingers spidered down, down, closer to my goal. Hard not to get distracted though, by the way her skin prickled in response to my touch.
Were her breasts swelling, growing heavy? Were her nipples all hard under her bra, begging for my fingers, my mouth? Time to find out. I looked across at Garrett and saw he had the same idea. We unbuttoned the blouse, then eased it back far enough to trap her arms and leave her bare but for her bra. I let out an involuntary groan.
Katie had fucking amazing tits. I didn’t like to slice and dice a woman into parts, but damn, I was only fucking human. Big enough to fill my hands, their softness inspired something primal in me. I wanted to set her on her hands and knees and drive myself into her over and over, as I gripped them tightly. I wanted to bury my face in them, lick and suck until she was squirming. I wanted?—
“Uh uh.” Garrett said, shaking his head. “Eyes on the screen.”
Katie was obviously of the same mind, reaching behind to undo her bra clasp. My hand moved to take over. The beige cotton sagged away from her body, and Garrett and I worked fast to pull it free, then set Katie back on the couch. Now the really good stuff could start. My mouth on hers in time to suck down her moan as my hand covered her breast.
“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this…” Garrett hissed, and a sharp little gasp from Katie let me know what he was doing to her.
The same as I was.
Drowning in the softness of her mouth as my fingers traced the circle of her nipple, then when it was beaded tight, rolling that hard point between my fingers, only to pull away and see her eyes had fallen closed.
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie.”
“Looks like we need to stop.”
Garrett’s tone was cool, clipped, forcing my head up and Katie’s eyes open.
“Are you serious…?” she asked.
No, that’s what I wanted to say, but fuck me if the guy couldn’t be a hard head sometimes. Fucking bulls, they dug their heels in on the dumbest shit, and right now it appeared this was the hill Garrett wanted to die on.
“I want you to fight it,” he said, his voice a low purr, competing with Heath Ledger’s right now. “The need to focus on us, on what we’re doing. I want you to try to focus on the movie, right up until the point you can’t.” She dared to meet his eyes then, and they seemed a whole lot wider now. “Then when you fail, we’ll fuck you so hard you forget there was even a movie on.”
I watched her jaw flex, wondering what the hell she thought about this. Was this the moment that Garrett would push her too damn hard? I wasn’t sure, right up until the moment she pointedly stared at the TV screen. That way she missed Garrett’s immediate grin. He flashed it at me, making clear what this meant.
Time to drive our girl to distraction.
My fingers gripped the breast closest to me and Garrett did the same, both of us moving at once. Katie let out a low hiss, but kept her eyes fixed on the screen. It was anticipation of a sensation I don’t think she’d ever felt before as the two of us moved to tease each nipple at the same time.
“Oh…”
That little moan nearly undid me. I was lying on my stomach, sprawled across the couch and could feel my cock rubbing against the silky polyester of my gym shorts as I sucked hard. It felt like the rub of her nipple against my tongue, both of us swelling with arousal until the point of exquisite pain. I pulled away, staring down at that now scarlet point, only for her hand to move and push me right back where I was.
Fuck yes.
Garrett might get off on being bossy, but me? I liked a girl who knew what she wanted, and if it was me tugging on her breast with long swallows, I was down. Not for long, though. Her body shifted like waves, slowly at first, then growing more and more frenzied.
“Rhys…”
I answered her with a kiss, rising up, only for my mouth to come crashing down upon hers. It was hungry, messy, completely ignoring Garrett’s order, until he pushed his way forward, tilting her chin his way.
“You aren’t watching the movie.”
“Patrick and Kat get together after a long, tortuous courtship,” she said between breaths, before tugging him back down. “And right now I don’t care about watching other people making out as much as doing it with the two of you.”
As her fingers teased the curls at his nape while she kissed him, her hand grabbed the front of my shirt and dragged me closer. She was like a kid let loose in a candy shop, taking from my mouth, then Garrett’s until she was forced to stop and breathe.
“Well, if we’re to be the main event,” Garrett said, “we need to make this good for you.” He yanked his scrubs top over his head and I didn’t pause to inspect his gains. I was stripping out of my clothes with ridiculous levels of haste.
Just in time to see Katie’s mouth fall open.
We were both kneeling on the couch on either side of her, and she reached for us without thought. My whole body jumped when I felt her fingers curl around my cock. The head wept openly and she smoothed the pre-cum all over it, making it shine, something that had her drawing close. As I felt her breath fan over my skin, I couldn’t believe I was going to say this.
“Not now.”
My hand balled her hair at the nape, and part of me wanted to use it to drag her closer, force her mouth down my aching length. Blowing my load in seconds was both tempting as hell and a future I couldn’t abide. Katie, I wanted her wet and wanton and on my fucking face first. That thought had me moving forward, kissing my way across her stomach.
“Rhys…”
There was a small note of worry there. Stomachs were more than just a vulnerable place. For too many women, they were a site of all this shame. If a girl wanted to work hard and rock a six pack, I’d help her every damn time, but if I had a preference, my girl would look like this. Soft where I was hard, yielding, because one of us had to. I kissed my way across her belly, looking up and into her eyes as I moved.
“You’re beautiful, Katie. So fucking much it hurts.”
“Right there with you, brother,” Garrett said, scooping her up into his arms so her back was pressed into his chest. “Seems like we all need to work together to ease that ache.”
He kissed her neck as his hands grabbed her breasts, caressing them until her eyes fell closed again and she sighed. I made quick work of her pants and underwear, eager to get to the core of her. Bloody hell, she was pink, swollen, and dripping already.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to ride my face.”
My knuckle slid through her juices, and then I sucked it clean.
“I can’t—” she protested, stiffening again, but Garret was there to soothe her.
“Are you saying no because you don’t want to or because you’re scared of what might happen?” he asked.
“I’m kind of fond of Rhys.” Katie was trying to crack a joke, but the nervous tremor in her voice told a different story. “I mean, I know you’re a medical professional and all, but being forced to perform CPR on him might be a buzzkill.”
“I love that you think you can hurt me.” I plucked her from Garrett’s grip, her little yelp everything as I rolled backwards music to my ears. Probably because it turned to something else as the beautiful cunt hovered over my face. “You can’t, won’t, and even if you could, what a fucking way to die. Pretty sure you’re guaranteed to get into Valhalla if you die eating pussy, so make this Viking really happy and stop hovering and sit.”
Pulling her down onto me, feeling the wet kiss of her cunt against my lips was pure heaven. My cock sulked sullenly, wanting me to stroke it as my tongue flicked out, but as the salty/sweet taste of her burst on my tongue, everything else fell away. My thumbs spread her wide, my tongue sliding along her entire seam, only to encircle her clit. Worries were obviously shoved to one side as she began to move. A guttural moan, a shift of her hips, she was searching for her rhythm, but I knew exactly when she found it.
“Oh god, yes…”
That, that was what I needed to hear over and over. My grip on her tightened as I dove in.