Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Secretly glad her last client on Friday afternoon canceled, Kate spent the time until Yvonne and Chris arrived by tending her prized orchids.
She’d finished cleaning the night before, and all she had left were last-minute details.
She didn’t want to be distracted from her lovers.
Lovers, plural! Kate had never imagined she would manage to find not one but two people she could fit with.
She checked the humidity and temperature in her sunroom.
Orchids weren’t difficult to grow, but they needed a stable climate.
The temperature looked good at seventy-two degrees, but the humidity level was thirty-eight percent—a little too low.
Kate checked the water level in her plant mister and bent over the nearest delicate orchid.
While she sprayed the leaves, Kate hummed along with Lady Gaga and Always Remember Us This Way on the radio. She loved this space.
The rumbling of a loud motor disturbed the peace and quiet, and Kate recognized the distinct growl.
However, none of her neighbors owned a Harley.
She exited the house through the side door and arrived at the front in time to see Yvonne standing beside a classic Harley-Davidson motorcycle.
Chris still straddled the bike and pulled off his helmet when she laid eyes on him. Hotter than sin!
Kate smiled brightly as she went to welcome her lovers to her home. She looked forward to them spending the weekend and had prepared a leisurely Friday evening. This night she designated to get to know each other better—a nice meal, one or two board games, and maybe a movie.
Chris shivered as they went inside. Sometimes, he wondered about his chivalrous instincts, but Yvonne’s jacket might as well have been made of gauze for all the protection it offered her from the wind. He’d had to give her his.
He’d have to see about getting her a proper leather jacket if this became a regular thing. He enjoyed having her on his bike, and she seemed to like the ride as well. Maybe she’d be interested in getting her own? Chris shook his head—talk about getting ahead of himself.
Once in the living room, Kate directed him to the blazing gas fireplace where the warmth burned against his chilled skin. He would prefer the hug and deep kiss she and Yvonne shared as a method to warm up. When the two of them broke apart, Chris held out his arms to Kate. “My turn now?”
She chuckled and turned to Yvonne. “What do you think? Does he deserve a kiss like ours?”
“Well,” Yvonne started, “he did give me his jacket for the drive over.” She gave Kate a pleading look. “That’s a point in his favor, I think.”
“True. Did you kiss him then?”
“Just a little one to say hello.”
“Well, then perhaps he’s right in feeling left out. Go be a good girl and show him how much you appreciate his thoughtfulness.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Yvonne came over to Chris, and he pulled her into his arms, only to have Kate’s words slow them down with, “It’s her kiss. Let her lead this time.”
He fought his dominant tendencies and dropped his arms, waiting for Yvonne to kiss him.
Instead of the full-on approach he intended, she gently pulled his head to her level and feathered a series of light kisses on his cheeks, nose and chin.
After several rounds of this, Chris’s breathing grew heavier and louder as he fought his desire to take over.
Having Kate watch them and control the pace through Yvonne was frustrating but also arousing.
He waited, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides as he struggled to contain himself.
After what seemed like many minutes but was likely no more than seconds, Yvonne kissed his mouth.
She used her tongue to seek entrance, and Chris welcomed her eagerly.
Now he put his arms around her and took control.
Kate be damned. She tasted sweet and full of promise, and she also tasted like Kate.
Chris’s cock swelled, and he groaned. It was like kissing them both at the same time.
She opened to him so sweetly submissive that he lost himself in their kiss.
He was so single-minded he didn’t at first notice Kate clearing her throat to get their attention.
Only when she repeated the noise and tapped him on the shoulder did he reluctantly disengage.
Chris quickly put his arm around Yvonne when she swayed on her feet.
“Someone lost control of himself there.” Kate folded her arms over her chest and addressed Yvonne. “What do you think?”
“Geweldig! It was a wonderful kiss. Does it really matter who was in charge?”
“Sorry.” Chris couldn’t keep the amusement out of his response. “I couldn’t help myself. Perhaps the Mistress is jealous and wants a kiss herself?”
“Maybe I am, but I can wait.” She slapped him on the butt with her hand. “We’ll take care of you later. Are you warm enough now?”
“Yes, thank you, Mistress. Kissing Yvonne does wonders for warming me up.”
“All right. That’s enough ‘mistress’ for the night. I declare we’re on equal footing for the evening.” Kate softened her demeanor. “Dinner’s in the crockpot. I made stew this afternoon so I wouldn’t have to fuss over anything when you got here.”
With the table set and the stew ready, they dug in with gusto. Conversation quickly turned to plans for the evening.
“I thought we could play Settlers of Catan?” One sleek eyebrow slid up.
He wanted to kiss the wrinkles on her forehead—among other places—instead he countered with, “I’ve heard of it, but never played.” He turned his attention to the beautiful blonde at his other side. “Do you know it?”
“I’ve only heard of it.”
“Okay, you’ve got an unfair advantage then, Kate. What else have you got?”
“There’s always Monopoly. Do you know it, Yvonne?”
“Sure. Everyone plays Monopoly.”
Stunning green eyes captured his gaze. “Does that work with your sense of fairness, Chris?”
“Yes, that sounds much better to me.”
While Kate went to find and prepare her ancient Monopoly board, Chris and Yvonne took care of the dishes.
With their dynamic vanilla, Yvonne turned out to be quite bossy Chris discovered as he scrubbed the Dutch oven for the second time.
Though it looked perfectly fine to him, the pot hadn’t been clean enough, according to Yvonne.
She watched his progress with more attention than James did a new apprentice, while she dried glasses.
When she brushed past him to stow them in the cupboard, Chris couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from her.
They returned to the dining room to find Kate had the game ready, except allocating the tokens.
Chris snatched the top hat before either of the women had a chance at it.
Fortunately, Yvonne wanted the thimble and Kate the Scottie dog, although Kate gave him a retribution-promising stare.
His cock twitched at the idea being at her mercy.
Who’d thought he would enjoy the torture she dished out?
Chris bought everything he landed on with the first circle of the board. Kate and Yvonne were being more strategic. Soon the pretend moguls were in cutthroat competition.
Three hours later, Kate was yawning, and Yvonne’s cheeks were red with excitement. Chris scowled at the board before he turned his attention to Yvonne. “How come you own everything?”
“I don’t own everything.” She batted her lashes innocently but couldn’t hide the sparkling of her eyes. “Just everywhere you land. What can I say? I like to win.”
“Who would have known that such a sweet submissive could be a real estate shark? “Are you this way at all games or just Monopoly?”
“Actually, my sister Els wouldn’t play board games with me as kids because I won all the time, and I’m pretty competitive with sports, too.” She gave Chris another innocent smile. “So, I guess it’s more a habit than related to a specific game.”
“Good to know,” Chris grumbled playfully. “In that case, I’m glad sex is a team sport and not a competition.”
Kate yawned again. “Time to move this team to bed, I think. Can we agree that Yvonne wins and call it a night?”
Yvonne wanted to play the game to the bitter end but was overruled when Chris sided with Kate. “You won. Do you really need to rub our noses in it?”
“I guess not.” She blew on her fingernails in a playful gesture. Her smugness evaporated almost right away. “Did you say something about sex being a sport?”