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Willow jogged over to him. “Rick!” she greeted him loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hey, I’ve
missed
you.”

At least in cover work, she could tell him the truth without him realizing how accurate that statement was.

Kane’s expression turned to stony surprise.

“It’s okay, honey. Austyn noticed you following us. I had to tell her.” She pulled him into a hug.

Kane reluctantly hugged her back. “This is a really bad idea, Harper,” he whispered in her ear.

Willow rose up on her toes and kissed him. Yeah, she’d missed this. His warm, strong lips, his hot hands at her waist. The way he went from reserved, accepting her kiss, to giving it back to her. His lips parted over hers and she momentarily forgot where they were. When their tongues touched, she murmured in the back of her throat. Kane pulled her closer.

When the kiss ended, Kane pressed his lips and nose to her temple. “I like doing that way too much, Willow.”

She shivered at his use of her first name.

Someone cleared their throat nearby. Willow looked up to see Austyn smiling expectantly. She thrust out her hand at Kane.

“Hi, Rick. I’m Austyn.”

“Hi,” Kane answered slowly.

“So you came here to meet up with Willow on the sly?”

“Something like that.”

Austyn cocked her head playfully. “Do you like threesomes, Rick?”

Willow’s eyes bugged at her mark.

Kane’s hold on her tightened. “Not particularly.”

“Too bad. I’d totally do you with Willow,” Austyn offered. “She told me about the time you shared with Bruce.”

His sharp pinch to her ass made Willow squawk. “Baby,” he said, looking down at her. “Don’t you think that kind of thing is private?”

Willow started to answer, but Austyn jumped in. “Willow and I don’t have secrets, do we Will?”

“No,” Willow croaked.

“Hey, I’m a good sport. There’s a bathroom off the cutlery exhibit that no one ever uses. If you want, you two could
bowchicawowwow
in there. I’d keep watch outside.”

Willow was going to protest, but Kane smiled brilliantly. “Deal.”

“What?” Willow swung her head to look at Kane.

He gave her a toothy grin that looked more menacing than friendly. “Yeah, baby. Let’s go fuck in the public restroom while Austyn keeps watch. There’s so much I’m dying to do to you right now.”

And all of it looked like variations on maiming.

Kane was pissed. Beyond pissed. Not only had he been made—all his fault, admittedly—but Willow had drawn him into the cover? What the fuck was she thinking? This was the last time he’d work with a civilian group. Or a faery group. Or whatever the hell kind of group he was working with.

Willow’s eyes looked up at him, wide and fearfully. Good. She should be afraid. She’d singlehandedly blown his cover, and, and, and
Rick
? What the fuck kind of pussy-assed name was
Rick
? Did he look like Rick?

Willow licked her lips nervously. The slight sheen on her perfect pink lips, hit the direction change on his thought.

Willow sputtered a protest. Kane linked their fingers and led the way to the exhibit Austyn had mentioned. Sure enough, it was far enough away from the bigger ones, that this tiny room had no one in it. Tucked back behind a pillar, not visible from the entry arch, was a ladies’ room.

Austyn parked herself on the bench. “Have fun. Call if you need an extra pair of hands.”

Kane snarled quietly, dragged Willow into the bathroom, and promptly pushed her up against the wall.

“First,” he growled.

Kane swooped in for a searing kiss. His lips, hard and bruising, punished her for her impromptu cover. At her whimper, he gentled his sensual attack. He wanted her to whimper, but he wanted it because she couldn’t stand being away from him any longer, not because he scared her.

Willow’s fingers curled in his shirt, holding or pulling him closer, he wasn’t sure. He doubted she was sure either. He’d given her every reason to be afraid of being alone with him.

Kane cupped her face, lightly pushing their lips together and retreating. Her sigh danced over his lips, and he let himself sink back into the sensation of kissing the woman he couldn’t rip from his mind.

“Willow,” he whispered. Was she woman or faery? Did he care?

Her arms curled around his neck. She stretched her body along his, arching her back, pushing her sweet breasts against him. Kane pushed back, pinning her with his body, to the wall. He knew the minute she felt his arousal, because her breath hitched. Willow lifted a leg, hooking it around his waist. Automatically, he ground against her.

He hadn’t intended to actually fuck her in a bathroom, but her responsiveness could change his mind.

“Wait,” she whispered breathlessly.

Kane ducked his face to her neck, inhaling her scent and trying desperately to slow down.

“We need Bruce.”

He hated to admit it, but she was right. There was plenty of attraction between them, and lots of heat. He could certainly perform, and wanted to, but there would be something—no, someone—missing. He’d seen Bruce’s glowing wing-things. Was it faery magic that made Bruce seem like the missing puzzle piece here? It was enough to fuck with his mind. And yet, it was true. Bruce should have been there with them.

“Yeah, we do,” he agreed.

Willow drew her face away, looking at him with surprise. “You think so too?”

“Willow,” he said, looking deep into her green eyes. “I could fuck you seven ways from Sunday and never get enough, you’re definitely all I need.” He pressed his hips to hers as proof. “But it would only be fucking.”

“I’m up for fucking,” she breathed.

He grinned. “Are you?”

“Please?”

“You’re getting the hang of asking for it. I like that,” he rewarded her with another searing kiss. “I can’t wait to see you come.”

“Make me,” she whispered.

The plea in her eyes was enough to tell him what she needed. She wanted him to take control of her pleasure, make her come, make her take it and get fucked roughly. She, like Kane, didn’t seem ready to accept that they were dancing around something much deeper than sexual chemistry. And that having that depth had everything to do with the missing third party. Faery or human, it no longer mattered. All that mattered was what was right here, right now.

Kane unwound her arms from his neck, caught her wrists and slammed them over her head. The small sound of acquiescence said she wanted it.

But this moment, just the two of them, it was like therapy. Yeah, that’s what it was. Fucking therapy. They couldn’t get each other out of their systems and if they just fucked, maybe they could forget that they were on the edge of something else.

“Here’s how it’s going down, sweetheart. You’re going to hit your knees and suck me off. If I like it, I’m going to finger you into heaven.”

Kane dropped her arms. He lifted the front of her cotton shirt, and pulled it behind her head. Her breasts begged to be sucked, the way they heaved with every breath, threatening to spill over the top of her demi bra.

Kane pulled out his pocket knife and sawed through the strip of lace holding the cups together. It popped easily and fell open. Willow cried out, arched her back for him. Kane bent and pulled one tight nipple into his mouth, came off it, and sucked on the other one.

Planting his hand on either of her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees. Willow made fast work of undoing his pants. She freed his cock, eagerly taking it in her mouth. Kane shuddered, rolled his head back.

He didn’t know if he could keep this up for long. He wanted her too badly. Playing rough was fun. It was what she needed from him right now and what he needed to give, to push away the feelings he was having as bleed-over from great sex.

But what he really wanted from her wasn’t sucking or fucking. Goddamn it, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to see the sun of pleasure rise on her face, to hold her close afterward, tucked against his body as they fell asleep.

And through it all, he knew Bruce would be there for that. He didn’t analyze it. It’s just how the picture looked. It’s how he expected it to look, and how he was coming to terms with how he wanted it to look.

If Bruce walked away from a relationship, it wouldn’t just hurt Willow. It would devastate Kane. He didn’t know what to make of that realization. Fortunately, Willow’s focused efforts shattered any thoughts he had besides coming.

Her mouth slipped back and forth over his tip, tightening on the head ridge. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, the other cupped his free-swinging balls.

He looked down at her. Willow’s eyes locked with his. He drowned in them.

The bathroom door opened, and Austyn propped against the door frame. “Oh. My. God! That’s the best looking cock I’ve seen in ages.”

Willow started to turn her head. Kane sank his fingers in her hair and held her steady on her task. “Don’t stop, Willow. Let her watch.” He swung his gaze on Austyn. “Say nothing.”

Austyn made a lip zipping motion. Her gaze dropped to Willow’s mouth.

With his urging, Willow took his cock deeper. He groaned as she worked her throat around him, constricting his girth. She couldn’t manage all of him, but what she couldn’t take, she pumped her fist on enthusiastically.

Willow reached behind his balls and pressed the strip of flesh before his anus.

Kane saw stars. “I’m coming. Swallow it,” he demanded.

Willow gripped his ass, her nails scoring him and he knew he’d have tiny red crescents there when she finished. It was the last push he needed. The pain, the look of her liquid green eyes. Even the panting observer who’d started touching herself while he fucked Willow’s mouth. He fisted her hair and bucked hard as cum streamed from his shaft.

Kane lifted his face ceiling-ward on a guttural yell. She sucked him off then blocked Austyn’s view as she tucked him away. Austyn gave her a hand towel with a smirk.

Kane helped her up. Willow tossed the paper towel and Kane lifted her arms back over her head. She seemed to like the position of helplessness.

“Thank you,” he murmured against her lips. “I liked that a helluva lot. I think you deserve a reward.”

Willow looked anxiously at Austyn.

“Don’t worry. She’s just going to watch.” He raked his eyes over Austyn. “And possibly get off.” He turned his attention back to Willow. “This is between you and me. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look away.”

He pressed his forehead to hers as he wadded up the front of her skirt, and slipped his fingers into her panties.

She pressed her lips to keep from moaning.

“No baby, I want to hear all of it. You’re going to show me your come face up close and personal. Understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

“Good.”

He petted her pussy, teasing her lips, tracking the seam of her cunt with the slight edge of nail. Willow’s eyes dilated, her mouth parted and trembled. God, he loved seeing her like this. He’d finger fuck her, and he’d watch her come. It was as close to allowing himself the intimacy of lovemaking that he could get, without completely dropping his guard.

He imagined it was Bruce watching them instead of Austyn. His shoulders relaxed and suddenly masturbating her seemed perfectly right.

He speared her pussy with two thick fingers. He didn’t miss the way her white teeth captured her bottom lip, or the droop of her eyelids. This expression is precisely what he wanted. This one and the next one, and the one after.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

Kane drew his fingers through her moisture, slicking her inner labia back and forth. Willow’s brow puckered. She inhaled sharply when the roughened side of his finger brushed her clitoris.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it,” he crooned.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Austyn reaching inside her jeans as she leaned heavily on the wall. She even scooted closer to them, as though she were participating. But she wasn’t because they were in their own moment. Austyn’s sighs fell away into the background.

Kane circled Willow’s clit. Her hips lifted. He tapped the sensitive bud and swallowed her hiss of pleasure as his mouth covered hers.

“Pretend he’s here. Watching us.”

Willow cried out. She wrapped her leg around his hips like she had earlier, opened her pussy for him to do what he wanted. Her breasts trembled. He rubbed his chest across the straining tips, and she tossed her head.

“Look at me. Never look away. Don’t hide, Willow.”

Kane rolled her clit slowly at first, then with increasing speed.

Willow cried out in rhythm, her harsh wordless pleas rising in pitch as she rocked into his hand. Her eyes started to close, but she must have remembered her promise because she reopened them. They glazed over. Her breaths rushed through parted lips and he knew she was so close that everything else disappeared except his fingers strumming her body to completion.

Just as her cries strained higher, Kane pulled away from her clit and knuckled his fingers high in her channel, roughly bumping the bundle of nerves hidden there. Willow screamed. Kane covered her mouth with his as he heard the first vocalizations of his real name.