Page 89 of Walking in Darkness

What the hell? How did Hudson’s come off so easily? Did his pants have some dastardly plan to make him look like an idiot? He kicked them off finally—and ducked since the damnthings went up in the air instead of across the room. At least he got the leather evilness off him.

“Problems, sweetheart?”

Connie huffed. “Thank the Flames Kit wasn’t in here.”

“Who said I wasn’t?”

Mortified, Connie slowly looked toward the door, and sure enough, there stood Kit. He wore champagne-colored sheer embroidered shorts and a matching button-up shirt. The sexy shorts were completely unlined and sat low on his waist.

They showed everything, and Connie meanteverything. He was pretty sure he was in jeopardy of swallowing his tongue. Then he scowled. Had Kit walked from the guest bedroom dressed like that? Surely not.

Because if someone saw him wearing such an outfit, Connie was going to pluck their eyes out of their head.

“I know what you’re thinking, and he wore a robe,” Hudson whispered to Connie.

Kit just shook his head.

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s just the thought of someone else seeing you dressed like that makes me slightly insane.”

Hudson nodded. “Same.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - KIT

“WELL, MASS murder is not on the agenda tonight, so both of you calm down. So, sexy? Did you find a flat surface you can fuck me on?” Kit asked.

Those words seemed to ignite Hudson’s dragon. Between one breath and the next, he stood before Kit. Kit barely had time to gasp before Hudson slammed his lips down on Kit’s, his tongue pushing inside.

Kit thrust against him as Connie pressed against his back. Connie massaged his ass cheeks, and he moaned into Hudson’s mouth.

“Bedroom,” Connie whispered from behind Kit. “There is a big, nice,flatbed to spread him out on.”

Hudson didn’t seem capable of stopping.

The bruising kiss was demanding in its intensity, and Kit’s head swam with desire. His body tingled, and his toes curled. When the need for air became a persistent demand, Kit tore his mouth away.

Hudson nudged up Kit’s chin, exposing his throat, and nibbled a path down to his collarbone.

A muffled moan broke from Kit.

“Bedroom, Hudson,” Connie urged again.

“Yes, bedroom,” Kit echoed.

Hudson growled against Kit’s throat, and the vibrations spread through his body. Holy shit, that was a weird feeling.Hudson pulled back and stared at Kit, his dragon showing clearly in his eyes.

“There you are,” Kit said softly.

Hudson swept Kit into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Once he was on his feet, they both crowded close to him. He stood there quietly as they ran their hands all over him.

While Connie couldn’t keep his hands off Kit’s ass, Hudson was focused on his nipples. He was hard and aching. Little zips of pleasure cruised through his body.

Those zips grew teeth when Hudson unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, pausing to kiss each inch of skin that was revealed.

Connie grasped the waistband of his shorts and eased them down his legs.

Kit’s shirt fluttered to the floor, and he stepped out of the shorts. Nude, he stood there as they both stared at him. Connie nipped the top of Kit’s shoulder, and Kit closed his eyes, leaning against Connie.

Reaching back, he buried his hand in Connie’s hair. Connie’s mouth moved to his throat as he sucked. Kit groaned as Hudson crowded close, stroking his cock.

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