Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (50 page)

Despite the exhaustion trying to pull her under and the euphoria whirling her higher, Kathy’s senses felt sharpened, smells and sounds more crisp and clear. She could hear the slight wheeze in Collin’s breath, feel the tension tightening Jack’s grip. The very air thickened with an expectation that only surged higher as both men worked through every last reserve of strength that they had.

They were straining, their cocks pulsing as they both strived for their releases, but they couldn’t claim them. In a moment of enlightened certainty, Kathy knew they wouldn’t find their satisfaction without her. Fortunately, it didn’t take much more than Jack’s hand dropping down to slip through the thick pool of cream sheltering her clit and subject her swollen bud to the rough, rotating press of his thumb.

Without warning, Kathy’s climax ripped through her, this one greater than all the rest combined. Jack’s fingers pinched her clit, dragging out her orgasm even as her ass and cunt spasmed around the cocks pounding into her, milking the seed straight from their balls.

Collin’s roar mixed with Jack’s growl seconds before the molten jets of their releases flooded her body. They found the same rapture Kathy had known, but where she collapsed under the weight of the bliss flooding her body, they stood strong. Certain they wouldn’t drop her, she let the exhaustion pulling on her senses claim her.

How long she drowsed in slumber’s soothing, dark embrace, Kathy didn’t know, but when she did become aware of the world again, everything had shifted around her. While she was still pinned between Jack and Collin, she was no longer impaled on them. They weren’t standing anymore, either, but were stretched out on the bed with Kathy caught in the middle between her two men. More importantly, she could see both of them.

Kathy blinked, disoriented for a moment by the soft glow of light illuminating the room. Instinctively she felt like it should be morning, but the yellow glow seeping around the bathroom door assured her it wasn’t. The dingy bit of light fought back the blackness, casting the bedroom into an alien world made up of shadows and silhouettes.

Tilting her chin up, Kathy studied how the darkness turned Jack’s already rough-cut features into even harsher lines. He looked so serious and unforgiving, as hard as the chest rising and falling beneath her cheek. All those muscles hid a big heart and it belonged to her.

Earlier she’d been too consumed with lust to honestly understand what that meant. As she studied the sexy cut of his jaw, it began to sink in. He was hers. In his own rather strange way, Jack had bound himself to her, which meant she had at least fifty more years of craziness ahead of her. The very idea made her smile. Kathy liked crazy. She understood it.

Reaching out a hand, she feathered her fingers over the hard ridges of his muscles. The light touch instantly had Jack’s eyes blinking open. Unlike her, he came to alert and aware. His eyes were clear, glittering in the dim light as they turned on her. He held her gaze for a second before his dropped, drawing Kathy’s attention to the tight feel of a strap of fabric encircling her neck.

“You didn’t.” He had.

Jack’s white teeth flashed as he grinned, saying nothing as she scowled back at him. She wasn’t actually mad, but didn’t want to reward his outrageous behavior. God only knew what she’d wake up to next.

“Well, I guess I can be glad it’s not a dog collar.” Kathy heaved an overly dramatic sigh, but her complaint didn’t dim his smile at all. Just the opposite, a twinkle that had Kathy feeling nervous grew in Jack’s eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh, come on,” Jack cajoled her. His soft, seductive tone belied the laughter she could see quivering over the edges of his lips. “How about if I got you a diamond-encrusted one? I bet you’d wear that.”

“I bet you can’t afford one,” Kathy shot back, not about to be lured into that argument. She certainly wouldn’t be turning down anything diamond encrusted, that’s for sure.

So was the fact that Jack had apparently not been kidding earlier when he threatened to pierce something of hers. As Kathy’s fingertips roved over the simple choker her fingers brushed over a single stud embedded in the soft fabric. She didn’t have any doubt of what that jewel was for or what it represented. If she did the heated look consuming Jack’s gaze assured her that he was having the same thoughts as she—her pierced clit and his tongue, what a wonderful time that would be.

“I meant what I said.” All the humor in Jack’s tone vanished under the tension that tightened his features. “You risk yourself again—”

“No.” Kathy rejected his threat before he could even finish issuing it. “We’re not going to be bound by threats. You’re going to tell me that you got yourself pierced as a way of symbolizing your love for me and that it is eternal, everlasting. You’re going to make your vows to me.”

“And then you’re going to get pierced?” Jack raised a brow, not arguing a single one of her points but challenging her to make the same commitment. Kathy didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted.

“I love you, Jack. Whatever the future holds, I want you in it. Always.” She paused, hoping he’d reciprocate, but Jack just stared back at her with that hungry glint glittering in his gaze. Knowing she couldn’t avoid it, Kathy sighed and gave in. “If you get me drunk enough, can it be done when I’m passed out?”

“Don’t worry, sweetness, the pain won’t last but the pleasure definitely will. I guarantee it.” The grin spread across Jack’s face.

“So said the fox to the hen,” Kathy muttered, not completely convinced the pain would be easily dismissed.

“Yeah, but I think this hen likes to get eaten.” Jack growled, his tone deepening with the same wicked intent that flashed in his eyes.

Kathy couldn’t argue that point any more than she could deny that she thrilled to find out just how much better everything could feel. The very idea had her clit swelling with heat. The warmth blossoming through her veins muted the nerves that tried desperately to distract her.

“I’m not much for formalities, but I do know that wherever you are is where my home is and where I’ll always be working to get back to,” Jack pledged, bringing tears to Kathy’s eyes as she could see the truth in his face. “That is if you’ll have me.”

It took Kathy a moment to swallow down the quivers trying to break her words apart. “Actually, I was thinking you were the one doing the having, and it was my job to obey.”

“You got that right, sweetness.” The raw hunger thickening Jack’s words turned his assurance from a warning into dirty lure.

It matched the roughly possessive grip of his hand as it slid down over her side to pull her thigh up high over his hip. The position left her pussy spread open and vulnerable to the callus-tipped fingers that slipped into her creaming folds.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with this cunt over the next sixty-six hours.” Jack growled, teasing Kathy with more than his words. Pushing one finger deep into her tight sheath, he had her pussy clenching down hard. “So you better keep it wet and spread, sweetness, because every last inch of this body belongs to me.”

“Hey, that’s my future missus you’re talking to.” Grumbling like a grumpy old man, Collin yawned and smacked his lips as he rose up over her shoulder to glare at Jack. “I’m glad you two worked everything out, but let’s not forget that’s my ring on her finger, making that my pussy you’re playing with.”

Kathy didn’t know what to protest first. Thanks to Jack’s thumb rolling over her clit, she didn’t have the breath to voice any complaint. Of course, Jack had his own lewd take on the situation.

“You know, I’m going to get off on fucking your wife, making her scream my name while you watch.” Jack thrust two more fingers into her clinging passageway, fucking her with quick, hard strokes that had Kathy gasping as rapture rushed over her in a molten blast. “Go on, sweetness, come for me.”

Kathy tipped her head back and did just that. Her climax erupted with a force as violent and strong as it was sudden. It strained every one of her muscles, making her arch and stretch for endless seconds until the pleasure collapsed. Rubber-limbed and well-contented, she sprawled over Jack’s chest as he gloated over her head.

“On command, my friend. That cunt belongs to me, but don’t worry. I’m willing to share.
Ow!
” Jack’s arrogant assurance disintegrated under his high-pitched howl as Kathy pinched him.

“It’s my pussy, and nobody owns it but me.” Trying to inject a little reason into the moment, Kathy felt suddenly quite rational thanks to the release Jack had indulged her in. Without lust twisting her every thought, she could remember just what bone she had to pick with her other boyfriend. “Now about this thing on my finger, Collin. You don’t really think I’m going to let you get away without giving me a proper proposal, do you?”

“Thing?” Collin repeated indignantly, his jaw falling slack as he gaped at her. She could tell by the stiffness of his body behind her that his outrage was real. Before Kathy could correct her poor word choice, he caught her hand up in his.

His fingers twined between her own, forcing them to spread and tilt the ring until it caught the dim glow of the nightlight and blossomed into a spectacular starburst of sparkles. “
This
is not a thing. It’s a square-cut, two-carat diamond set in a platinum band lined with—”

“It’s perfect, Collin.” Kathy cut off what would surely be a long lecture. “It’s beautiful and I’ll be happy to wear it once you kneel down before me.”

Jack burst out laughing at that demand as he shot Collin a smug look over Kathy’s head. “Get something pierced, man. It’s less painful than being forced to grovel at the princess’s feet.”

“I did not say he had to grovel.” Kathy shot Jack a dirty look for even saying such a thing. “But I will have a—”

“Wedding,” Collin finished for her. “It’ll be as big and extravagant as you want.”

“Please,” Kathy huffed, almost insulted by the suggestion. “You are not going to buy your way—”

“Then the honeymoon,” Collin offered, clearly not about to give up. “Think about it. We could go anywhere. Hell, we could go to more than one place. It could be a
looong
fantasy trip.”

“I don’t need—

“We could go to France. Paris. Travel Europe, or maybe Asia. How about a tropical island in the South Pacific where the huts are built over the water?”

“How much money do you have?” Kathy couldn’t help it. Collin’s offer tempted her, but it also scared the hell out of her because he shouldn’t be able to afford that.

“Don’t ask.” Jack’s grim warning didn’t make her feel any better about the issue. “Collin and you have a lot in common, including your attitude about rules.”

“Hey,” Collin snapped, taking instant offense. “I never broke any laws…those people offered me that money as a ‘thank you’ for saving their daughter.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t for doing their daughter?” Jack shot back.

“Now I really have to know.” Kathy tried to turn and face Collin, but he kept her pinned to him. All her squirming accomplished was to grind her ass over the hardening length of his erection.

“And how bad is really?” The guttural hunger deepening his tone matched the rough grip of his fingers as they abandoned her hand to capture her nipples. “Bad enough to forget all about that little kneeling thing?”

A shiver ran down her spine as Collin began to roll and pinch her tight buds, making them throb with the pleasure of his rough touch. Even as the heat blossoming in her chest began to seep through her body, rousing her desires back into a needy, wanton boil, Kathy couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face.

Life with Collin and Jack would always be filled with these kinds of negotiations, but Kathy knew that it would also be filled with lots of other memories, too. Jack had it right finally. As long as they were together, they were home. The rest would take care of itself.

Giving herself over to the pleasure Collin stroked to life in her, Kathy also gave him the answer he wanted. “Agreed.”

THE END

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Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, as a latchkey kid I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.

I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.

I’ve working on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the anything goes mentality and letting my imagination run wild.

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