“So nice,” she slurred. Much more relaxed now.
“Good,” he said. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder just where the loose neckline of her T-shirt bared it. He didn’t intend for it to be any more than that—a shoulder rub and a quick friendly kiss—but she tipped her head back between his knees to look at him with gratitude shining in her eyes, and her mouth was so close he couldn’t resist the invitation, and he leaned over a little farther and kissed her mouth.
She responded, opening to him, kissing him back, a soft lingering kiss that had his cock stirring in his jeans. Damn. Here they went again.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom, hell, they didn’t even bother trying. Chris sat down on the floor beside Kassidy and started removing her clothes, kissing her. Dag helped get the T-shirt over her head and then tossed a fleecy throw blanket to the floor. The two of them laid Kassidy out on it, stripped out of their own clothes then worshiped her pretty body on their hands and knees, sucking her tight little nipples, licking her between her legs, taking turns moving up and down her body until she came in hard, panting shudders.
Then, with the two men standing on either side of her, Kassidy rose to her knees, holding a cock in each hand, sucking first one, then the other. Her tugging fingers pulled them closer, closer to her eager mouth, closer to each other, so close their cocks almost touched. Dag watched with heated, heavy eyes as his cock and Chris’s met at Kassidy’s mouth. Heat boiled in his balls, his body tightened with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling.
She looked up at them, her mouth wet, eyes wide. “I want to suck you both,” she whispered, and Dag felt her breath on the sensitive head of his cock. “At the same time.”
Jesus. He wanted to shout, yes! But he swallowed the words through a tight throat, glanced at Chris. Chris’s jaw was locked, a pulse ticcing there, his eyes narrowed, one hand resting on Kassidy’s head. When Dag’s eyes met Chris’s, the torment there almost knocked him back. Did Chris want that? Did he not want that? Confusion swirled inside Dag as he waited for Chris’s response, his cock and balls aching.
“Please,” Kassidy whispered, focusing her attention on Chris. “I want to so bad.”
Chris’s eyes fell closed and he gave a jerky nod. “You can try, baby. You won’t be able to get both of us in very far.”
Heat flooded Dag’s body, weakening his knees, and he took one step closer, planted his feet firmly on the floor as his dick slid along the length of Chris’s.
Fuck! His eyes were heavy, but he wanted to watch, wanted to see as Kassidy pumped them together and opened even wider. She could barely take them both in, just the heads, her tongue scalding hot as she licked over his flesh, Chris’s cock just as hot and hard against him.
Unable to stop himself, he reached out a hand, for support, for balance, for…pleasure…and rested it on Chris’s chest. They both held Kassidy’s head with one hand. Chris’s other hand hung at his side, fingers clenched. Dag didn’t look at Chris, couldn’t look at him, stared at Chris’s hand. Until finally Chris lifted it and slowly, slowly touched Dag’s chest.
Fire streaked through Dag’s body, his cock jerked against Kassidy’s mouth. Chris slid his hand higher, flattened his palm, his heat scorching Dag’s skin. Dag moved his hand too, up to Chris’s shoulder, to the back of his neck. Their faces were only about a foot apart, close enough to hear each other breathing in harsh, ragged breaths.
Slick, wet sounds filled the air as Kassidy licked and sucked and played with the thick shafts and murmured her enjoyment. Dag let out a long groan when she rubbed their cocks together. She looked up at them almost apprehensively, her long lashes like starbursts around her eyes. And, making another noise of helpless pleasure, Dag leaned his head against Chris’s and tightened his fingers around Chris’s nape as he exploded in long, hard spurts.
Chris was quiet, for one who usually talked during sex—Dag knew this—and then he came too, with a muffled groan, and Kassidy took their come into her mouth, on her mouth, on her face, splattered into her dark hair.
“Thank you,” she said long moments later as the three of them collapsed together on the couch. “For letting me…”
Dag didn’t say a word, and neither did Chris.
Kassidy finally heard back from Hailey Saturday afternoon, when she was on her way over to her parents’ house. “Are you going to come see Mom?” she asked into her cell phone, turning onto the street where her parents lived.
“I can’t today,” Hailey said. “She’s okay, isn’t she?”
“She’s got a fractured pelvis. She’s pretty much bedridden for a while.”
“Well, that’s good,” Hailey said, and Kassidy drew the phone away from her ear to stare at it in disbelief.
“That’s good?” she repeated, voice rising. “That is not good!”
“She’s alive,” Hailey said. “I had a late night last night, I’m beat, and I have to work tonight.”
“But…well, okay. But next week Dad has to go out of town.” Kassidy pulled into the wide driveway in front of the double-car garage. “I thought maybe you could check on Mom during the day when I’m at work, and I’ll come by in the evenings.”
“I can’t,” Hailey said. Kassidy gritted her teeth. “I’m really busy all next week.”
“Doing what?” Kassidy sat in her parked car, staring at the doors of the garage painted the same taupe color as the house.
“I’m just busy,” Hailey said, an edge in her voice.
Kassidy felt like flinging the phone against the garage. “Fine,” she said tightly, getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. “Whatever.” She snapped her phone shut and stalked into the house.
Inside the foyer, she took a deep breath before facing her mom and dad. Her hands trembled and she tried to control them as she dropped her phone into her purse then moved into the house.
“Hello!” she called. “It’s me, Kassidy.”
She walked into the den and found her dad sitting in a chair beside the bed, both of them watching television. Her mom looked a little better but still bashed up and pale.
“Kassidy,” Mom said with a faint smile. “Hi.”
“Hi, Mom.” Kassidy approached the bed with a smile and smoothed her mom’s hair back. “How are you doing?”
She visited with her mom for a while then threw in a load of laundry for her dad. He could do laundry, but he didn’t like to, and he needed clothes for his business trip. Kassidy took inventory in the kitchen for easy meals her dad could make, but didn’t find much, so she made a list and then went to the grocery store. She unloaded groceries, made two big pans of lasagna and slid them into the oven to bake. She’d take home one of them for Dag and Chris and her.
“You’re such a good girl,” her mom said later, her voice blurry from pain meds. “Thank you, Kassie.”
She was the good girl. Always the good girl. Except for the naughty threesome she had going on in her bedroom with two men. Her stomach clenched at the thought. What would her mom think if she knew about that? About how bad Kassidy was really being. Kassidy sucked her bottom lip in briefly.
What she was doing with Dag and Chris wasn’t hurting anyone. It wasn’t as if she were doing something deliberately bad to someone else—breaking a law or harming anyone.
Although a glimmer of concern did hover in the back of her mind about where this was all going and the fact that, hell yeah, someone could definitely get hurt by what they were doing. She just wasn’t sure who it was going to be.
She pasted on another smile for her mom. “Dad says you’ll be okay tomorrow, so I’ll come back Monday when he’s gone.”
“Don’t you have to work?”