Maybe it was Dean’s mouth, the way his words reached inside her. Maybe it was Bradley’s demanding tone or the familiarity in his touch. Maybe it was Olin who had said nothing, who watched her with an intensity that made her nervous.
Whatever it was, Kat was in so far over her head.
And shelovedit. They gave her no time to worry, to remember things she didn’t want to remember, to be anywhere except in the moment with them.
“My turn,” Bradley growled out before grabbing Kat. He helped her to sit up, then lifted her off the table. Before she knew what happened, she rested in Bradley’s lap, her back pressed to his chest. He danced his lips over the curve of her shoulder, over the side of her throat. His breath warmed her skin, and his touch warmed her body once again.
Dean moved, using his foot to push the table out, away from the booth, to make room. Before Kat could ask anything, Dean dropped to his knees in front of her. His blue eyes met hers, lust swimming there, his lips quirked into a grin.
Bradley shifted behind her, and when she rose a bit with the help of his hand, she realized just how they’d exhausted her body. Dean tapped her feet until she inched them out, then hooked his fingers around the crotch of her bodysuit again. He tugged it to the side, but that wasn’t what got her.
What drew a gasping moan from her was when Bradley tugged her back again and his thick cock slid into her. She must have been so distracted, she hadn’t even noticed him putting on a condom. She’d had threesomes before, but never with men who seemed to actually work together. Normally, the Doms she’d slept with together had both been out for themselves, had seemed to use her without any consideration of the other man.
That wasn’t Dean and Bradley, clearly. Instead, the two men worked together, each of their touches driving her crazy, as if they were focused more on outwitting her, on overwhelming her than they were on getting what they wanted.
It made her feel out of her element. Handling just one Dom was an easy task, but trying to stay on top of two—or, worse, three—was a whole different thing.
And the sensation of Bradley filling her was intense. It felt like it had years before, made her struggle to remember all those times when she’d said she was different. She didn’t feel different.
Bradley groaned in her ear. “You’re so damned tight. Fuck, I missed you like this, missed those sounds you make, missed the way you just lose control.”
Kat jumped when lips pressed against her bare thigh, made her look down to find Dean teasing her. It wasn’t like she didn’t know exactly what he planned—there weren’t a lot of reasons for a man to be on his knees in front of a woman.
And Kat was all for the only reason she could come up with.
Dean smirked, his expression full of confidence. Then again, he’d already proven his skills, hadn’t he? Still, it didn’t fully prepare her for the moment he leaned in close, when he used his tongue to stroke across her clit. With Bradley filling her, it was awkward, but that didn’t change that the sensation drove her wild.
Bradley grasped her hips in his strong, large hands, and forced Kat to move. She rose and fell, though not far, which allowed Dean to focus on her clit. The sensations overwhelmed her, the way Dean ground against her, the way Bradley filled her. It all mingled until one ran into the next, until her body burned with the feelings.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” Bradley whispered, like some dirty secret between just the two of them. “Ever since I came back, since I saw you, I’ve been thinking about this, about having you again. You can drive a man fucking crazy, you know that?” He gripped her tighter, as if afraid she’d run off.
Not a chance.
Kat reached up with her own hands to cup her breasts. She’d have rather been nude, rather have been able to tease her hard nipples directly, but she knew that wouldn’t happen. Instead, she brushed her thumbs over her nipples through the fabric.
She’d never been a girl afraid to do her own work, afraid to chip in to get her where she needed to be. If it felt good, why the hell should she worry aboutanyone’sopinion?
A glance down made her whine, especially when Dean lifted his eyes to hers, the blue of them almost shocking in the dim room. He stuck his tongue out farther, ensuring she could see as it touched her clit, as he used it to please her. His shoulder moved, and it took a moment to realize he was stroking his own cock.
Andthatwas amazingly hot. Kat wished she’d been able to watch properly, that she could have gotten a good look at Dean nude. He didn’t undress publicly much, so she’d never gotten the chance to really enjoy the view.
Yet that idea fled when he flicked her with his tongue, a hard touch that made her arch as she resisted the orgasm that threatened her. She resisted to hold off, to let the sensations inside her linger, let them grow. If she came too soon again, she’d be too sensitive.
She’d rather savor the feeling, that growing electricity that zapped through her, that set every nerve ending in her body on fire. She wanted to hold on to it for as long as possible.
When she arched, it brought her gaze up to find Olin there. His eyes seemed darker in the club, the normally honey color now appearing almost amber. He stared hard, as if drawn in and trapped by the sight.
If she’d thought for a moment he wasn’t interested, his expression said that wasn’t true. His lips were parted, and he gripped the edge of the table with his hand, the knuckles white. It was the look of a man who wanted what he couldn’t have.
Which was stupid.
Hecouldhave Kat. If he came closer, if he kissed her, she’d be lost. She had no idea when exactly she’d started to want Olin like this, when he’d gone from the man who had saved her to one she lusted after, but she couldn’t deny it anymore.
Kat licked her bottom lip and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to beg him with that expression.
Olin let out a long sigh before jerking her head side to side once—an absolute rejection.
Kat may have been upset at any other time, but right then? With the want in his eyes, with the way his gaze moved from where her hands teased her breasts to where Dean licked her, she just couldn’t find it in herself to worry.
“Fuck,” Bradley groaned into her ear, the curse word making it clear just how close he was, just how much he’d wanted this.
It warmed her, and when Dean tilted his head and latched his lips around her clit, she lost the fight. She dove into the crashing waters that had surrounded her, gave into the feeling, the vulnerability, the desperate need.
No matter what happened next, they’d given Kat something she’d thought lost. They’d helped her feel like herself, and that was worth any of the heartbreak that was no doubt to come.