His eyes flared, and she saw his groin bulge and tighten when she fingered her clit in a slow up-and-down motion.
“Kiss me…there,” she whispered.
Ian lowered himself until his shoulders nudged at her thighs. “Spread yourself for me, Katie.”
Cool air blew over her clit as she complied with his dictate. Then she felt the warmth of his breath. She shivered in anticipation before finally his mouth touched her. Slightly. Just a gentle press. A kiss that didn’t end.
Her other hand snaked down to thread into his short hair. She gripped his scalp, holding him against her as she worked her fingers in unison with his mouth.
His tongue laved through her folds, sparking electric currents. She moved her fingers to give him better access to her erect clit. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as he licked and sucked. She wanted to move, to buck, but he gripped her hips to keep her still while he worshipped her with his tongue.
Her head fell to the side, and she looked at Braden with glazed eyes. He watched her with glittering intensity, his eyes bright and feral. The decadence of having him watch, of him being a passive participant, thrilled her and heightened her arousal. She began to imagine what it would be like to have both men touching her, kissing her, their mouths and hands sweeping over her body as though they owned it.
As she stared at Braden, his hand slid over his hip to the bulge between his legs. He rubbed and massaged while he watched Ian’s head move over her pu**y.
Ian quietly lapped between her legs, each stroke so intensely pleasurable that she closed her eyes against the agony of such sweet bliss.
Her knees shook. Her orgasm welled. Each touch of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. And then he moved his arm and slid a finger inside her entrance, touching the tip against the swollen passage.
“Ian, please,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
His head slowly came up, and he locked eyes with her. He shifted forward and kissed her belly. As he continued to move up her body, he pressed gentle kisses over her skin until he reached her neck.
She arched her throat upward, baring the expanse of flesh to his mouth. She wanted him to bite her and bite hard, to mark her.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped as he tugged at her hair to expose her neck further.
He bent and sucked hard, his teeth nipping sharply at the column of her neck. He latched onto her skin and suckled, a steady rhythm that had her ni**les and pu**y tightening in unison.
His jeans abraded the insides of her thighs, and she impatiently reached down, tugging at the waist, wanting to be rid of the barrier.
He laughed softly against her neck. He kissed just below her ear one more time before pulling away. The bed dipped and swayed as he crawled carefully off her. For a moment, he obscured her view of Braden as he quickly shucked his jeans.
Her gaze was riveted to the white briefs and the bulging outline of his dick, straining against the thin material. And then with one shove, the underwear slid down, revealing the thick, ruddy erection.
Surrounded by dark hair, it jutted upward, the swollen, distended length rippled with a heavy vein on the underside. Moisture beaded at the tip, just one clear drop of fluid clinging to the head.
She licked her lips, and an agonized groan echoed across the room.
“You’re killing me, woman.”
“Take me,” she said in a sultry, entreating voice. “Please, Ian. Don’t make me wait.”
He bent and scooped at his jeans, his hand delving into one of the pockets. He yanked out a condom and tore the wrapper with shaky hands.
She watched with rapt attention as he slowly rolled the latex over his cock. His thick, heavy erection strained at the transparent covering, and she wondered if it would hold.
Excitement scuttled at the back of her throat as he stalked forward, closing the distance between them once more. Placing one hand on the mattress at her side, he got onto the bed and settled between her splayed legs.
“Are you ready for me, Katie?” He slid one hand fluttering past the curls at her apex and into the softness beyond.
She flinched when he found her swollen nub. With calculated roughness, he spread her and slid one finger deep, testing her slickness. When he pulled it out again, she could see her fluids glisten on his knuckle.
He put it to his mouth and licked it clean. Then he lowered himself to her, taking care not to put his weight on her belly. He propped himself up on his arms and flexed his hips. The movement sent his c**k over her clit and lower to her waiting pu**y. She moved frantically, trying to sheathe him, but he stilled her with his thighs.
He reached down and positioned himself. Her breath caught in her throat as she nearly came apart at the first touch of his crown rimming her entrance. He put his arm back at her side and then rolled his hips forward, sinking into her with excruciating precision.
She closed her eyes and expelled the pent-up breath in long, painful bursts.
“Am I hurting you?” Ian panted.
She opened her eyes to stare up at him. “You aren’t hurting me nearly enough. Take me, Ian. Hard. I want you.”
He surged against her. She could feel him swollen and stiff deep in her pu**y.
“You destroy me,” he whispered.
He began to stroke, back and forth, deep, hard, foregoing the gentleness he’d been so careful to exert. Even so, he was careful not to brush against her wound.
She wanted so much. She wanted to wrap herself around him so tight that he’d never let go. She wanted to roll him over and ride him hard and unrelenting. She wanted him to ride her mercilessly.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “Let go, Ian. Stop trying not to hurt me and let go, damn it.”
A snarl rolled off his lips, and he slammed against her, rocking her up the bed. Oh God, yes. Finally.
“Harder,” she urged. “Make me feel it, Ian.”
He swooped down and ravaged her lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that was as carnal as she’d ever experienced. He breathed into her, for her, with her. He rammed into her, forcing himself harder and deeper.
Pain speared her abdomen, but she didn’t care. She wanted it, needed it, craved it like an addict craved a fix.
His thighs slapped against hers, and he reached down to pry her legs further apart. He looped them over his arms and shoved upward, forcing her into a position of greater vulnerability.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes!”
His balls pounded the curve of her ass, the crisp hairs tickling her anus as he wedged himself deeper into her pu**y.
“Come, damn it, I’m close,” he grated out.
“Don’t stop,” she demanded. “Please, please don’t stop. Oh…I’m going to come, Ian, please don’t stop.”
Her pleas came out as half uttered, brainless sobs. He gave an agonized groan and then ripped into her, his hips driving with ruthless intensity.
Her orgasm stabbed, sharp and edgy, suddenly exploding like a short fuse on a stick of dy***ite. She heard him shout, felt him pummel into her one last time before he stayed there, deep and straining, pushing himself as though he couldn’t get far enough into her.
He leaned into her, burrowing his hands underneath her body so he could gather her close. For a long moment, he heaved against her, his breaths exploding in the silence. Her pu**y pulsed around his cock, sending aftershocks floating through her belly.
It had been way too long since she had such a magnificent orgasm. Man, she missed good sex.
Unfortunately she was going to pay for this. Pain ripped through her belly, fierce and edgy. A whimper escaped her lips before she could call it back.
Ian rolled off her immediately, his eyes flashing with concern. “Goddamn it, I knew I’d end up hurting you.”
She shushed him before he got too absorbed in his self-condemnation. “I don’t regret a minute of it, and so help me, if you don’t shut up, I’ll castrate you. But yeah, it hurts like a bitch about now.”
He slammed his lips together, and she could tell it was killing him to remain silent. He scrambled off the bed, and it was then she noticed that Braden had left. She didn’t spare a lot of thought as to why he bolted, because frankly she was too busy sucking wind as waves of pain assaulted her.
“This was stupid of me,” Ian muttered as he yanked on his jeans. She nearly laughed when the pants met his cock—his still-condom-covered cock. He swore then yanked it off and aimed it at a nearby garbage can. He shoved his semi-erect c**k into his pants and then fastened the fly.
“Don’t move. I’ll be back with something for pain.”
“Sure…” She trailed off as he turned and stalked out of the room.
So much for post-coital glow.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Braden looked up in surprise from the darkness of the small kitchen when Ian charged out of the bedroom. He fumbled with the light switch, and Braden shoved his hand up to shield the sudden flood of light.
“Sorry,” Ian mumbled as he poked around the cabinets with no clear direction.
“Something wrong?” Braden asked calmly.
Ian stopped and grimaced as he swung his head back and forth, surveying the countertops. “I hurt her, man. I was too f**king rough. You seen the pain shit that Marcus left?”
Braden almost laughed. He would have if Ian wasn’t so intense. Ian wouldn’t take his irreverence in this moment. He’d probably try to take his head off.
“She wanted it, Ian. Wanted it pretty damn bad, I’d say.”
“There’s no excuse,” Ian said.
“Dude, I was there, remember? She didn’t exactly give you a choice. As long as she didn’t bust any of her stitches, she’ll be fine.”
He reached over and snagged the package that was right in front of Ian’s nose. He held it out, and Ian made a sound of disgust. Then he stared up at Braden.
“You go in and make sure she’s all right. I need to…get cleaned up.”
Braden rolled his eyes. Big, bad Ian was scared of a woman. Katie had knocked him for a loop, and his nuts were so twisted that he didn’t know his head from his ass. It was pretty damn funny.
“So you get to have great sex, and I get stuck with the cuddling afterward? Hardly sounds fair to me.”
Ian yanked his head around, ready to jump down Braden’s throat until he saw Braden’s grin. Braden held up his hands. “Chill, man. You’re way too uptight for someone who just had bone-melting sex.”
Ian leaned heavily against the counter and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, you sound like a jealous bitch.”
Braden laughed. “Maybe I won’t be jealous for long.” He grabbed a bottle of water and sauntered past Ian.
Ian caught his arm. “Don’t mess with her now, Braden. She’s hurting pretty bad.”
Irritation seized Braden, and he looked pointedly down at Ian’s hand. Ian let it fall away. “I didn’t tell you how to handle your dick when you were with Katie. I don’t need you telling me what to do with mine, okay?”
Ian muttered under his breath and turned away. Braden headed toward the bedroom. He paused at the door and looked in to see Katie curled in the covers, her hand clutching her side.
Shaking his head, he strode toward the bed. When she heard him, she looked up and then did a double-take. No doubt she was expecting Ian.
He stopped at the edge and then sat down at her hip. As he shook out her medicine, she looked at him in amusement.
“Ian afraid I’m going to insist on a preacher and a ring?”
Braden grinned and choked back his laughter. Yeah, he liked this woman. A lot.
“He’s more worried about the fact that he hurt you. Here, open up,” he said as he shoved a pill at her lips.
She opened her mouth and then took the bottle of water he handed her. As she tilted her head back and swallowed, her gaze settled on his face.
He took the bottle back when she was done, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You enjoy the show?” she asked bluntly.
Willing himself not to flinch or act like her question caught him off guard, he calmly regarded her. “I’d have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if I was participating instead of watching.”
Let her make what she wanted of that statement. At least he’d get a good read on whether she’d ever be down with both him and Ian at the same time.
She didn’t so much as blink. “So why didn’t you?”
“Join in?” he asked, surprised by her seeming acceptance.
She nodded.
“I don’t think Ian would have appreciated it,” Braden said with a small smile.
“And yet you kissed me before he ever touched me. Some might say you had more to be unappreciative about.”
“Are you saying you wanted me to join?”
“Maybe.”
“There’s no maybe about it, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Either you wanted me there or you didn’t. An extra person doesn’t just show up for sex without some preplanning.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said thoughtfully. “Some of the best sex is rather spontaneous, wouldn’t you say?”
As soon as she’d delivered that cryptic remark, she closed her eyes, her face creased with pain.
“Damn,” he murmured. “Ian was right. You totally overdid it.”
“If you knew how long it had been since I had sex, you wouldn’t have begrudged me,” she muttered.
He laughed and touched her face in a tender gesture. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared back at him with wide blue eyes.
“Want me to stick around and do the post-sex cuddling thing since Ian bailed?”
Amusement glittered deeply in her eyes. The corner of her mouth quirked up in a grin. And then her expression grew serious.