It takes everything in me not to strip down and bury my cock inside of her just like this, but I had a plan.
A theory I need to test.
“Kitten, I have a question for you.” I grip her thighs before letting one hand drop to her pussy.
She’s so wet, and that’s all for me.
“Yes?” Her voice is breathy; the sound of it only makes resisting her harder, literally.
Apparently, today I’ve decided I enjoy self-torture,cool.
I run two fingers up to her clit to give her just a hint of a tease before I move back to her entrance and sink both fingers inside of her without warning.
Her back arches off the bed beautifully, and I feel her walls clamp down, holding me still. I give her a moment to relax and get her breathing under control, hanging on by pure stubborn determination at this point.
“What would you think if Vince walked in that door right now and saw you like this?” Her walls flutter around my fingers, giving me my answer even without her opening her mouth, but I like to be sure about this kind of thing. “Or better yet, what if he came in while I was fucking you? I could bend you over the bed, and he could fuck your throat just like that first night we met.”
There’s no mistaking the fact that she enjoysthatidea.
Fuck, if I keep it up, I’m going to come in my damn pants, and I’ve waited all day for her; I’ll be damned if I go out like that today.
With a deep breath, I pull my fingers free and almost fold when she lets out a little whimper at the loss of them.
“Come on, Kitten, I have something I need to test.” I reach down and grab her hand, pulling her from the bed and right out the door.
Thankfully, Vince is a creature of habit, so I have a pretty good idea of where he might be. Not that there’s anyone around to see other than us. Addy’s asleep already. I know because it was my turn to read to her, which is how Kat managed to get into my room without me knowing in the first place.
“Des!” Kat hisses as she tries and fails to pull the shirt down further. It doesn’t do a damn bit of good, and if one of the others happens across us before we reach him, well, this plan might just go to shit real quick.
“Hurry up before someone sees,” I tease her as we head down the stairs, and I’m surprised when she does, in fact, move faster.
We turn the corner, breathing wildly and probably looking half crazy to Vince, who sits with his laptop and a beer on the table.
“What the fu…” His words die as he looks past me to see Kat, and he can say whatever the fuck he wants, but he can’t hide the way he looks at her right now fast enough.
Gotcha, bitch.
“What the fu…” The words die in my throat as my gaze settles on Kat. They’re both out of breath, as if they ran down here, and while I’d intended to ask, I can’t seem to figure out how to do that when she’s standing here in what appears to be Des’s shirt, and only Des’s shirt from what I can make out. I’m positive there’s no bra; does that mean she’s not wearing panties either?
Fuck, no; that’s a dangerous train of thought.
I shake the curiosity away, but it’s too late; my cock is hard as a rock in my jeans. Reaching out, I snag my beer, tossing the rest of it back in just a few gulps. I could really go for something much stronger right now, but that seems like it will be out of the question with the way Des is currently watching me. Not to mention the state of me.
“What?” I push every bit of my annoyance into the word and direct it at Des. I’m used to his games, and I’d be a fool if I didn’t see this for what it was.
A setup.
Despite directing it at Des, I see Kat’s face fall slightly, and I hate that I care.
“Not you, Beauty. It's Dumbass I’m annoyed with.” I let the venom seep into my words as I direct them at him, holding up a stack of papers I’d been sifting through when they barged into the room. “Some of us are trying to work.”
Kat’s lips pull down in a frown, and she tugs on Des’s hand. “Let’s go back to your room, Des. Vince is busy.” She attempts to pull him away, but he doesn’t budge. Des is nothing if not a stubborn jackass; I’d know, I had a pretty big part in his upbringing.
The way she said my name plays over and over in my head. The slight tinge of sadness tugs at heartstrings I would have sworn I cut out years ago. Judging by the look on Des’s face, he knows it too.
Fucker.
“Don’t worry, love, we won’t get in his way. He can keep working over there, and we’ll work right here.” He drops into the chair opposite me, and because everything in this house is big and extravagant and the best money can buy, they really won’t bother me. The table is plenty big enough; even with meals, it’s never crowded, no matter if there’s one dish or fifty.
