Chapter Thirty-Two
Kate raised the privacy screen as soon as the car pulled into traffic. Garrett and Roman had contrived to sit her between them again, which suited her just fine. Now she looked at them. “Kiss me. Both of you. I want to see if it’s as good the second time around.”
Roman glanced at Garrett. “The first time was off the charts,” he said.
“I’m sure I can improve on that.” Garrett bent and kissed her. At the same time, his hand smoothed its way along the inside of her knee, up along her thigh.
Roman didn’t sit back and watch. His hand captured her other leg and began to tease her inner thigh, while his mouth nibbled and feasted on her shoulder.
She oozed further down onto the seat, a warm pile of nerves and pleasure. How could she not have thought of this weeks ago? Why had she held back? The pleasure she had been missing out on…
When Garrett finally lifted his mouth from hers, she was panting. He didn’t pull away very far. Just enough to look at her. “You’re right. It’s much better this way. By a factor much more than simply two.”
Roman lifted his lips from the upper slope of her breast. “I’ve wasted a lot of time being pissed at you for nothing.”
“Had to go through it to get here,” Garrett said philosophically. He smiled at Kate. “And it had its compensations.”
She smiled back at him.
Roman caught Garrett’s head in his hand and drew him closer and Kate caught her breath, her amusement vanishing. Her whole body caught fire as she realized they were going to kiss, not just in her imagination but right there in front of her. Inches away from her.
Her genitals throbbed in hard blooming beats, in time with her heart, as she watched their mouths touch. They were tentative and she knew it was because of her. They were old time lovers. Kissing should have been as comfortable as slipping on gloves. But she was the new cog in the equation. As their mouths pressed together, as the kiss deepened, her breath caught. She couldn’t help it. A small explosion of pleasure swept through her.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. And this was only the preview. The main attraction was coming up.
Garrett groaned and Kate thought she would die. Roman was making him groan. Her clit pulsed with excitement and Garrett’s fingers tightened on her thigh. He pulled away from Roman and looked at her. “There’s no need to wonder if ye’ like what ye see or not. I can feel the heat pouring off ye.”
Kate licked her lips. “You’re not exactly reluctant, either, Micheil.”
He glided his fingers up a little higher, until they brushed her bare pussy. “If I had my way I’d’ve ripped every shred off ye the moment we stepped in the car. Don’t tempt me.”
“And what would you have done with Roman?”
Roman grinned. “She’s discovered a taste for strong entertainment.” He looked at Garrett as he ran his fingertips over the top of her dress and along the deep vee between her breasts, tickling and teasing. He looked at Garrett. “Whatwouldyou have done with me?”
Garrett looked down at her. “What would you like me to do?” His eyes were dark blue, almost black, the way they turned when he was deeply aroused. His thumb was stroking her inner thigh in restless little circles, making her body twitch.
“Take off his shirt,” Kate whispered, wondering how far they would obey her.
Roman sat up away from her, giving Garrett access. Garrett slid his hand out from between her thighs and leaned over her to slide Roman’s tuxedo jacket off.
“Mmm….now you really do smell like her,” Roman murmured.
“So do you, idiot.” Garrett dropped the jacket over the back of the car seat and stripped Roman of his tie and cufflinks. Kate opened her purse and Garrett dumped them in. “Thank you.”
Then he tackled the shirt buttons swiftly. But instead of just pulling the shirt open and off Roman’s shoulders and tossing it aside, Garrett slipped his hands inside the open shirt and laid them on Roman’s chest. He opened the shirt by sliding his hands up to his wide shoulders, caressing the flesh.
Roman drew in a deep, heavy breath, controlling his breathing.
Kate knew what he meant. She was back to throbbing all over.
Garrett slid the shirt down his arms and tugged it free of his dress pants. The shirt came adrift and landed on Kate’s lap.
Her excitement raised another notch as she stared at Roman in the dim interior lights. Occasional street lamps flashed by, illuminating his flawless flesh, the two ancient symbols writhing on each rounded shoulder and the belt of his pants, now resting low on his hips.
Garret was studying him, too.
Roman looked back, his eyes half-closed. His chest was rising and falling gently. “Damn, but I’ve even lost control over my pulse,” he muttered.