The problem is that being in the same room with Kat is always distracting.
Des pulls her toward him, and she lets out an adorable little yelp when he grips the back of her thigh and tosses it over his lap to leave her straddling him.
I sit frozen, my hand reaching for the beer that I’d unfortunately just finished, as I look and try to make sense of what I just saw because it couldn’t possibly be what I thought it was.
Right?
There’s no real other explanation, though, not with her yelp and the shit-eating grin on his smug ass face.
No, there’s only one explanation for this: Kat’s not wearing underwear, and Des has come here on a mission to show that off.
Their hushed whispers are like background static as I watch them, trying to figure out my next move. Even so, years of training allow me to subconsciously notice cues, like the color blooming on her cheeks and her furrowed brows.
If I had to guess with Kat, I’d say Des has embarrassed her.
A normal reaction given her unintentional flush of skin, but that’s it.
She doesn’t appear to be the least bit upset or put off that I saw, though.
I should leave.
My job is to keep them safe, which means handling Kat’s stupid-ass-ex-waste-of-space. With no real leads as to where he might have tucked tail and ran to, I need to get through his damn paperwork, no matter how much I detest this part of the job.
It’s necessary, but it’s not necessary to be done right here. If Des wants to play, I could just as easily take the wind out of his sails in the best way.
So why am I still sitting here?
“Trust me, Kitten.” Nothing about Des is trustworthy unless you’re family or Kat.
She takes a second, and I’m almost unsure she will agree, but when her shoulders sag and she gives him a nod, he’s ready for it.
The sound that leaves her mouth a moment later makes my cock go from semihard to granite in less than a second, and I can only imagine what he’s doing.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” Desmond says, catching my eye over Kat’s shoulder as he wraps his arm around her waist and lifts her before pressing her back down, slowly. This time, there’sno guessing needed as his eyelids become heavy, and they both make sounds of clear pleasure.
I struggle to keep my hands above the table as my cock aches. I’ve never masturbated as much in my life as I have since she moved into this damn house, not even as a horny teenager who was ready to stick my dick in anything that walked.
So what is it about her?
And why is he fucking her in front of me?
I’ve never shared with them, well, with the exception of Nathan back in the day, but that was a long time ago. We don’t have the same tastes in women, and while he’d been happy to find a wife, I’d wanted anything but one.
Des thrusts up into Kat, making her breath catch and her body jolt, and even though all I can see is her profile over her shoulder, it’s enough.
Fuck, it would be enough even if I were blindfolded, the sounds she makes… I’d thought it was bad when it was food or that night under the tree, but this—fuck, this could be classified as torture.
Her teeth dig into her plush lower lip, and I wish it were my own. I can’t look away as her eyes screw shut, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. I watch as Desmond grips her hips hard enough to bunch up the shirt she’s wearing and fight myself to stay in the chair, knowing her ass is deliciously bare just below the table. He encourages her to roll her hips, and my eyes widen in surprise when she takes over the movement for herself, making him hiss. I’m hardly holding it together, the need to speak, to demand she open her eyes and look at me, to tell her to let those no doubt beautiful sounds ring around the room for not just me but the rest of the house to hear… the need to fuck her myself.
I’m not sure what Desmond sees on my face, but I don’t much care anymore.
“Did you know that Kat listens beautifully, Vince?”
I can imagine, though I don’t have to. Des has every intention of showing me what he means, and I’ve given him my undivided attention to do it.
Tucking a finger under her chin, he gently lifts her head. “Open those beautiful green eyes for me, love.”
It looks like it takes a lot of concentration, but she manages, her eyes fluttering open until she stares up at him like he hung the fucking moon.
