Chapter Eighteen
Dean couldn’t believe how sweet Kat’s lips were. There was an edge of saltiness to them—no doubt a result of her tears—but that only made him harder.
He’d wanted to fuck her in the car on the way home, to be honest. Maybe it was twisted, but he wanted to leave some sort of brand on her, wanted to claim her to wipe away those worries that had haunted her eyes.
The woman was far too terrified of failure, of letting anyone close enough to her to hurt her. What he’d thought was a reaction to Jerry had turned out to be more of a reaction to her entire past, to her piece-of-shit parents.
He wanted to ruin them, to use every contact and dirty trick he’d learned as a lawyer to take everything from them.
However, that was for another day. For the moment, he could content himself with trying to show Kat exactly what she meant to him, to show her she had a place with them even if her parents didn’t recognize her worth.
And Kat tended to be someone who needed very hands-on lessons.
Which Dean didn’t mind one bit.
She moaned into the kiss, the way she was always so damned responsive making him want her all the more. Kat might be difficult, she might be a handful, but that didn’t change that she warmed up so quickly. Turning her from a snarling stray into a contented kitten was a thing of beauty.
Dean broke the kiss, not wanting to but knowing they needed space to disrobe and get ready.
And, no matter how selfish Dean could be, especially when it came to Kat, what she needed was to realize all three of them loved her, and that meant he couldn’t monopolize her time.
He reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid them as Bradley leaned in to steal the next kiss.
Olin slid his hand over her waist, up her rib cage, then cupped her breast through her pajama top. Kat had an amazing figure, and she often insisted on wearing so little that it was impossible to ignore.
And Dean found a perverse thrill in seeing Olin’s hands slide over her, in watching as she enjoyed the attention and fell beneath the spell of the other two. While Dean was a man not afraid to get his own hands dirty, he hadn’t realized he had such a voyeuristic kink.
Though he was perverted enough not to be bothered by it.
Kat cried out against Bradley’s lips when Olin closed his fingers around one of her nipples even through the fabric of her shirt. He released her quickly, then brushed his thumb over the hard bud.
Dean shrugged his shirt off and hung it over the back of the chair, then left for a moment to collect what they needed. He doubted Kat even noticed his absence—consumed as she was by the other two—but she sure noticed when he set the items down on the nightstand.
Condoms and lube.
She furrowed her brows. “That’s it? I’d have figured you’d bring more.”
Dean laughed before undoing his belt, then the fastener on his slacks. “Not tonight, Brat. Tonight is more hands-on. I plan to show you I don’tneedtoys or cuffs to keep you in check.”
A flush on her cheeks said she got his meaning perfectly, and her freezing let Olin grasp the bottom of her shirt and pull it up and over her head.
Which bared her to Dean, and he again found himself struck by just how damned pretty she was. The fact he’d gotten to fall for her, that she let him close to her at all, it felt like yet another miracle from Kat.
But he wasn’t about to waste it by questioning it.
And, for the first time, Kat didn’t freak out. She didn’t try to hide the mostly healed marks on her, didn’t try to wrap her arms around her waist so Dean and the others didn’t see them. A slight unease, a tension that ran through her shoulders, said she was uncomfortable but unwilling to actually hide.
Brave girl.
Olin must have noticed as well, because he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of her mark. That made the tremble stronger, but he didn’t stop. He followed the long mark down her front, between her breasts, over her stomach, taking his sweet time as he lavished attention to the entire thing.
“What a good girl,” Dean said as he removed his pants and boxers, wanting to feel every inch of her body.
She whimpered at his words, even more so when Olin shifted himself off the end of the bed so he knelt between her legs. He grasped the waist of those shorts she wore and tugged them off.
It left her naked and exposed—exactly how Dean liked her.
Not that Olin gave Dean any time to stare. Instead, he set his hands on the inside of her knees and spread her legs obscenely wide before leaning in to swipe his tongue up her glistening pussy.