3. Katherine
3
KATHERINE
I don’t know exactly when I started falling for Alexander Hunt, but staring at him now, feeling those dark chocolate eyes bore into me, I can honestly say it’s not a surprise. Like so many of the best things in life, our path to each other was a slow build, like an aged parmesan.
All the signs are there. The giddiness bubbling in my chest every time I think of him, wondering what he’s doing. Which is often. The way there’s zero judgment from him. It’s like he exists in this beautiful, neutral place where the only thing that matters is if I’m safe and happy.
Raking my fingers through his dark locks, I smile and let the feelings run wild in my chest. Or maybe it’s hormones.
“Three hot men, hmm?” He stares at my lips, which are plump and thoroughly kissed, thanks to him and Gabe. Then he skates a finger up my spine, reminding me just how naked I am.
Gloriously, I feel no shame. No embarrassment. Quite the opposite.
They make me feel like a goddess.
I nod. “Know anyone who might be interested?”
He ducks his head to the tender spot between my neck and shoulder, inhaling. My pussy clenches, achingly empty and oh so wet. I’m surprised she can work up the enthusiasm after all the orgasms these guys have given me lately.
But that greatly underestimates the feel of Alex’s lips against my skin. The powerful way he bends me back over his arm and seals his lips around my right nipple. Staring up at the smooth ceiling, I relax in his arms, moaning as his lips work their magic. Sucking me deeper, harder, pulling all my focus to that singular point.
“So hot,” King whispers, and Gabe grunts his agreement.
Alex moves to my other breast, working it into a fever pitch. Those long, drugging pulls of his lips leave me whimpering. I squirm in his lap, needing relief. Needing more.
“Alex—”
He hums, and the vibration moves from his lips to my nipple and straight to my clit. My gasp is ragged and raw, the needy sound bouncing off the walls.
“Please...” I beg, but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My thoughts are cloudy with lust, drowning out everything but a single word. More. More. More.
More touches. More kisses. More naughty words and heat-filled stares and hard cocks made to drive me wild. More evenings like this and promise of tomorrows. More time learning and teasing and tempting and making our fantasies come true.
More.
More.
More.
He lets my nipple pop free of his lips and leans back until I’m upright in his lap again. It’s a bit of a head rush, and his look doesn’t let me escape. His fingers flex into my hips.
“Don’t joke about that. We’re more than interested, and you know it.” The possessive purr in his words is a balm to my soul. I secretly want to hear them again and again.
I press my lips to the corner of his mouth, overwhelmed by how turned on I am. It drips through every vein, making me want to rub against him like a kitten who’s just found catnip. Later, I might wonder how easily I fell into this. But the energy in this room is perfect. Heady. Like destiny plucked our names from a hat and wove our stories together.
My mother is the furthest thing from woo-woo, and my upbringing was incredibly strait-laced. But I’m done ignoring what I want, what feels good, what feels right. Alex was right earlier. I’m not done with them. I don’t want to go back to the way things were. It’s time to hold on with both hands and see where this wonderful ride takes us.
Behind me, the rustling of clothes makes my pulse skitter. I told them they were overdressed. Sounds like they’re rectifying that. There’s the snick of a zipper being tugged down. The low hum as one of them shucks their clothes, no doubt brushing their aching cock.
I thread my hands through Alex’s hair and lean closer, wanting nothing between us but sweat. “I need you.”
A low grumble travels up his throat, and he grabs my ass. “Same, Katie Bird.”
I brush along his stubble-covered jaw. My eyelids flutter as I inhale his cologne. “Mmm.” I swear I feel the blood heating as it pumps through my veins. What is in that stuff? Why does it smell like sex and sin? Why do I want to lick him?
“Take me out,” he orders, that velvety voice getting impossibly deeper.
Yes!
I lean back so I can reach between us and undo his pants. He sucks in a breath as I lower his zipper. Has he been wanting this as much as I have? Thinking of me throughout the day? I hope so.
The thought of distracting a man with so much discipline makes me feel powerful. Limitless.
“This is so much better than that stupid meeting,” he grouses.
“Right? We should boycott meetings. No more meetings,” I tease, slipping my hand inside his slacks. He’s big and hot, straining for freedom.
Alex sighs the instant I take him in hand. “You’re very convincing.”
“Luckily, you know the boss,” I say, giving him a slow pump.
His hands slide over my bare ass, keeping me in his lap. That’s all I want. To be in this bubble with him. I glance over at Gabe, then King, before returning my attention to Alex. They’re really all here. Hungry gazes, gorgeous bodies, burning me up with their attention.
“I do,” Alex agrees, a tendril of pride in his voice. “I should make that happen.”
I don’t really think that the CEO of one of the world’s biggest security firms is going to outlaw meetings, but the idea makes me grin. It’s fun to dream. It’s also fun to make him tense beneath me and hold his breath.
Sliding my thumb across the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. I watch his irises flare with desire. I want to learn everything that gives him pleasure. Every. Last. Thing.
His skin is hot and smooth as silk. “Such a handful,” I murmur.
It feels good to tease him. To bring that smile to his lips. To make him feel sexy and desired and even cherished.
“If I didn’t have meetings, I don’t know what I’d do all day,” Gabe murmurs, coming closer.
“I know what you’d do all day,” King quips, a smirk in his voice. “Or rather, who...”
I grin at him over my shoulder. “That assumes I have no meetings or work of my own.”
“Let me have my dream, babe.”
How long would their businesses survive without them? At the moment, I don’t care. Everything outside these walls is unimportant when I’m naked In Alex Hunt’s lap.
His hand closes over mine, tightening around his cock, showing me how he likes to be touched. Gah, he’s gorgeous. I need him now. No more teasing.
Leaning in, I whisper a kiss over his lips. “I want you to fill me up.”
His cock flares between my fingers, gaining more girth.
“With my cock or my cum?”
The dirty words scorch my cheeks, and I love it. They give me the freedom to be my true self and say what I’m actually thinking. No more playing it safe.
So I smirk at him and tell him the truth. “Both.”