Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (40 page)

“Jack!” Amos’s face split wide open with a smile as he stepped forward, pushing Jack back onto the porch. “Well what do you know? Isn’t it funny running into you here? I thought you were supposed to be protecting Amanda Johnson.”

“And aren’t you supposed to be in Montana?” Jack shot back, ignoring Amos’s question altogether.

“The boys are handling it.” Amos shrugged, not appearing to be miffed by Jack’s rudeness.

“I could say the same.”

“Well, that’s what they’re there for,” Amos admitted. “Got all sorts of men to handle all sorts of problems, got a town full of men who specialize in all sorts of things…all sorts of options, especially for an intelligent lady like Miss Coben. She’ll have her pick of the boys once they get a look at her.”

The implications in Amos’s words hit Jack the same second his hand clenched around the ex-general’s throat. Before Jack even realized what he’d done, he had the old man pinned to the door, dangling about four inches off the ground. Less than a second later, hands latched onto his arm as Amos’s men dragged Jack back.

“It’s all right.” Amos fell back to his feet, laughing and coughing as he waved the men away. “Go on and give us a minute.”

His men grumbled over obeying that and Jack took a lot of heated looks, but Amos’s muscle men finally retreated back down the porch steps leaving Jack alone with their boss. He still wanted to hit the older general, and no amount of deep breaths would rid Jack of that urge. He managed, though, to control it even if his fingers still flexed into fists.

“Please, tell me you did not offer Kathy a job.” Jack finally managed to ground out words through his clenched teeth. It came out gravelly and harsh sounding, a threat implied in his tone, not that Amos looked the least bit concerned.

“And why wouldn’t I?” Amos retorted, looking confused by Jack’s request. “She’s good at what she does.”

“What? Getting into trouble?”

“Putting things together,” Amos corrected, though Jack considered it the same thing. “You know, it’s not always about force.”

“Go back in there and take it back.” Jack didn’t care about Amos’s reasoning, real or not. All he cared about was keeping Kathy the hell away from the risks that came with working with the man.

“No.” Amos shook his head, refusing Jack and then daring to brush past him. “If it helps, she didn’t say yes. You still have a chance to go in there and charm her into your way of thinking, if you can.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jack demanded to know, turning to watch as Amos sauntered down the porch steps.

“It means we all know you aren’t going to sink your career or your case over your latest conquest.” Amos paused at the bottom to look back and offer Jack a smirk. “Something Kathy will figure out soon enough…or maybe she already has. That would explain a lot of things.”

“Damnit, Amos—”

“Think of it this way,” Amos called back over his shoulder as he turned to head toward the waiting vehicles. “Everybody knows you never did want to be stuck to some clinging female. I’m just taking her off your hands.”

That crack hit low and hard, making Jack growl with pent-up frustrations. He couldn’t deny Amos’s words, but he wanted to. The case was all important, but part of the reason he was so damn mad at Kathy was because he thought of her as part of his team—a wayward, irresponsible member in dire need of a spanking, but a member nonetheless.

The same held true for Collin, who came sauntering around the side of the house. He hopped the railing and landed on the porch in time to watch Amos’s caravan start to pull out of the drive. Neither man spoke until the black vehicles had disappeared down the street.

“I’m almost afraid to go inside,” Collin finally admitted.

“He offered her a job.”

“Well, shit.” Collin smirked, glancing up at Jack. “Did she take it?”

“Apparently not.” Jack turned to study his old partner before asking, “You didn’t know he was going to offer her one?”

“It’s like I told you, man. I’m not technically on his team.” Collin paused before correcting himself. “At least not yet. I have a feeling that Amos’s offer to hire Kathy isn’t a direct attempt to help make up both our minds, not that it matters. My mind was made up the moment I heard about the cartels.”

“What about them?” Jack hadn’t caught any new news on that front. Given Collin’s smirk, he had to figure that’s because there really wasn’t anything to know.

* * * *

Kathy cringed when the front door exploded inward. Jack stormed in, bellowing her name loud enough to shake the rafters. He had either just learned that she’d talked to Marion, had been offered a job by Amos, or had drug cartels spying on her every move. Kathy smiled as she realized she’d accomplished quite a bit with her day and silently wagered on which secret would cause the vein in Jack’s forehead to burst.

With his fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists and his nostrils flaring with each heaving pant he managed to gasp out, Jack looked like a bull ready to charge. When his eyes lit on her that’s just what he did.

“
You!
” Jack stormed through the living room, one finger clicking out as it came to poke her in the very center of her chest. “You are packing a bag and leaving, as in
now
.”

Cartels.
Kathy silently congratulated herself on accurately guessing the first words out of Jack’s mouth once he heard that bit of unpleasant news.

“And I don’t want any sass from you.” Jack’s finger lifted up to force her chin back and her gaze to his. “Do you understand me? No more babbling on about how Amanda needs you.”

Though, he could have, at least, popped a real vein
. Then again, that would have killed him and she would feel guilty. So things probably had worked out for the best. At least for the moment.

“And let me make this real clear, if you don’t stop your meddling,
I’m
going to be the one having a talk with Amanda!” Jack pulled back his arm, settling his fisted hands on his hips and puffing up his chest in a clear attempt to intimidate her. “And don’t even think about giving me that look.”

Kathy blinked, not aware of making any face. She turned to cast Collin a questioning gaze, already knowing it would be pointless to ask Jack. He appeared to be lost in his own little world.

“And speaking of talks, you can forget the one you had with Amos,” Jack informed her before continuing with all sincere arrogance. “You are
not
taking that job.”

Collin, on the other hand, just appeared to be lost. Kathy didn’t wonder where he’d wandered off to. The bang of drawers and jingle of hangers coming from her bedroom spoke for itself.

“Are you listening to me?”

Before Kathy could tell Jack she really wasn’t, he tore back into his list of grievances. It didn’t take a great deal of intuition to figure out that nothing she could say would change either man’s attitude in that moment. They were panicked, and only time would wear them down. Until then, Kathy still had things left to do with her day.

Mistaking her silence for acquiescence, Jack followed in her wake as Kathy headed for her bedroom, threatening her even as he pressured her to do what he wanted. Collin had clearly decided to take a more direct approach. Just as she’d suspected, Kathy found him with her suitcase open and half packed already.

He’d shoved her clothes in haphazardly, without any care not to ball or wrinkle the fabric. As if he hadn’t been caught rooting through her underwear drawer, Collin grinned at her and then proceeded to crush her delicates, pounding them with his fists to cram them all the way into the corners.

Offering both men a smile, she reached up to begin undoing the buttons on her blouse. Neither man paid her any mind. Too busy with planning her great escape, Jack and Collin didn’t spare her a glance when she pulled her shirt off, or even when she shoved her skirt to the floor. Despite the fact that he passed right by her, Jack appeared as oblivious to her stripping as Collin, who simply tucked the shirt she threw on top of the suitcase into it.

Kathy got all the way down to her panties without either man pausing as they rushed to pack her bags. It would have annoyed her but for the fact that it proved they cared more about her safety than getting their dicks wet. Still, if she wanted to stop this craziness, she needed to distract them, which she couldn’t do if they didn’t notice her.

“It’s not big enough.” Collin shook his head as he glared at her suitcase. “We need the other one.”

As he turned to retrieve another bag from the closet, Kathy stepped up to block his path. Collin crashed right into her. Before he reclaimed his balance, Kathy took advantage, wrapping her hands around his shoulders and pressing deeper into the strong arms that lifted to steady her.

Like a swift kick in the gut, his scent filled her head, drugging her, warming her. Heat flared through her blood, pooling in her breasts and cunt as her curves flattened against the hard ridges of Collin’s muscular frame. The soft cotton of his T-shirt tickled her puckered tits as she rubbed herself against him, sighing with the pleasure that streaked from her breasts to her cunt. Her pussy creamed, heating with the need to feel the thick bulge of his erection freed from the denim she humped against.

“Kathy, I don’t—”

Kathy silenced Collin’s objection with the simple brush of her lips over his. Knowing he’d fight her if she pushed too hard, too fast, she brushed gentle butterfly kisses over his mouth that slowly deepened into tiny nibbles. When her tongue slipped out to soothe the small wounds, Kathy felt Collin still.

His eyes darkened, and before she could guess his intent, his mouth crushed hers. He forced her lips wide open as his tongue whipped across hers, starting a duel that quickly had Kathy forgetting about anything but kissing him. Lust roared through her with the force of a hurricane, pelting her with unbelievable pleasure as her blood heated with the desire that rolled in thick waves of cream between her legs.

Kathy felt her pussy lips swell and blossom with the need to be stroked, licked, fucked. Helpless in the face of the urges consuming her, Kathy’s legs parted, and her hips lifted. She ground her sensitive flesh against the thick ridge of Collin’s cock in a demand that had his own pelvis pumping his erection deeper into her folds.

Panting, desperate to feel that thick dick pounding into her, Kathy began to take care of Collin’s clothes. Suddenly, Jack was there, catching her wrists in his big hands and pulling her back to give Collin the moment to catch his breath.

“I don’t think so, honey.” Jack sighed heavily, shaking his head as Kathy turned her head to gaze longingly back at him. “We don’t have time for—”

Kathy cut off his objection in the very same manner she had cut off Collin’s, with a kiss. This time, though, she didn’t have the patience to take things slow and easily. Instead she gave in to the ravenous hunger pounding through her blood and plundered the intoxicating depths of his mouth.

Jack tried to pull back, but his resistance didn’t last long. Within seconds he was caving to the desire that raged between them, kissing her back while Collin began trailing heated kisses down her neck, toward the heaving peaks of her breasts. Kathy gave herself to their care, pleased that her plan had finally started to come together.

* * * *

“Well?” Amos asked his men as he wrenched open the van’s door and climbed in. From the outside the vehicle looked perfectly normal, but inside the back rows of bench seating had been replaced with a thin aisle down one side and line of electronic equipment down the other. Too narrow for him to fit, Amos had to climb into the front and turn sideways to confront his men.

“Well?” He repeated himself. “Did the Feds bug her house or not?”

In answer, Ryan turned a knob and filled the vehicle with the heavy sounds of a couple grunting it out. “We tapped in while you were talking to the girl.”

“Didn’t I tell you that there wasn’t any point in wasting our own time planting bugs?” Amos gloated before tightening up with a scowl. “I think we’ve heard enough of that.”

“The girl’s a screamer,” Ryan muttered as he flipped the knob back. “At least you don’t have to listen to it all night long.”

“Don’t be too sure about that.” Amos stretched back in his seat. “I got a feeling in my gut that tells me we stand on the edge of this storm and I’m not going anywhere.”

If he turned out to be right, things were on the verge of unraveling, and not just for Kathy but almost everybody involved in this investigation. Amos planned on being there to see that his interest got served.

Several hours later, Kathy lay, tired and weak, still pinned between her men. Jack stretched out in front of her on his back like the king with her, the feeble sex slave, draped over him. That made Collin the court jester. A role that somehow fit the deep snores coming from behind her. With his arm thrown over her, binding Kathy to him, Collin’s snores not only rumbled in her ear, they also vibrated across her back.

Despite her condition or position, Kathy still had her mission to accomplish. The first task on her agenda was to get out of bed without waking either man. She kept that in mind as she tried to move Collin’s arms, being careful to be gentle with him, until it became apparent all strength would be needed. Thankfully, Collin didn’t do more than grumble as she shoved his heavy limb back over her hip.

Free of obstructions, Kathy began to squirm free of the sweaty cocoon Jack and Collin had her trapped in. She squirmed straight down toward the foot of the bed, but when her feet hit the cold floor, she stalled out. After so many hours spent clenched around her lovers’ hips, Kathy’s thighs spasmed in complaint when she tried to force her legs to straighten.

Behind her Collin muttered some kind of nonsense and rolled to his side. The motion must have jarred Jack, because with a muttered curse he roused and glanced around, blinking the sleep from his eyes. A scowl darkened his features as his gaze finally landed on her.