She rocked her hips into my palm and begged. "Please."
"That's my girl," I murmured, leaning into the task before me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now
CATHERINE
"Oh my God." As the orgasm wore off and reality returned, I hastily pushed down at my skirt as Sam rose to his feet. Using the back of his hand, he wiped his mouth, which was, oh, wet from my arousal. He'd made me come with just his tongue, well, and his cousin's attentive kisses, the rough brush of Jack's whiskers, his dirty, filthy words he whispered in my ear. My pussy still quivered with little aftershocks of pleasure.
Standing-no, looming-before me were two gorgeous men who, together, gave me the best orgasm of my life. Oh. My. God.
They were both grinning, of course. Assholes.
It was completely unlike me to allow a guy to drag me to a back corner of a bar and then go down on me. Yeah, that had never happened before. I'd never even fantasized about it before. I would now, for the rest of my life. I didn't even like Sam, but he was so fucking hot and he somehow made me crazy. Crazy in lust.
"I liked swallowing the sounds of your pleasure, sweetheart," Jack said, voice cocky.
I felt my cheeks heat and it wasn't from coming all over Sam's face. I couldn't meet his gaze. I knew he was staring at me. I felt it.
When he'd come upon us, he hadn't been upset catching me in such a compromising situation. No, he hadn't even been upset with his cousin. He'd been eager to join in. Join in! With his relaxed stance, one shoulder against the wall, I had no idea how long he'd been watching Sam lick me, how long he'd seen me tugging and pulling on Sam's hair to get him to move right where I wanted him. I'd been too far gone to care that he'd come over and joined in. And when he'd kissed me, oh shit. I'd never come like that before.
Sam elbowed him as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. "I did all the work."
"Yeah, and you got to taste her pussy," Jack grumbled.
Sam grinned. "Damn straight."
"You're cousins?" They looked nothing alike. Sure, they were both big, but that was where the comparison ended. Jack was fair while Sam was dark. Jack seemed lighthearted and Sam was the serious one. The rancher and the lawyer.
"You got it. Our fathers are brothers," Sam said. He lifted his chin toward me. "And you're Airplane Girl. Jack told me all about you. Except that Airplane Girl is really Katie Andrews."
"Katie Andrews who used to come from New York to visit … ah, it all makes sense now," Jack replied, running his fingers over his jaw. I could hear the rasp of his whiskers even over the muted bar music. "I wanted to find you and introduce you to Sam, Catherine, but we're all well acquainted now."
My hands came up and covered my eyes. "I … I can't believe I just did that."
Sam took a step closer, dropped his voice to a dark whisper. "What? Come all over my face?"
That broke me out of my embarrassment. I pulled my hands away and narrowed my gaze. "God, you are so crude. I need to get back to Cara," I whispered.
"Cara Smythe?" Jack asked. "Yeah, she and her men left."
"What?" My eyes widened. "They … they left?"
Jack brushed my hair back from my face. "They must have thought you were in good hands."
"Yeah, mine," Sam said, stroking the backs of his fingers down my arm. I swatted it away.
"You just started a little early," Jack added. Why did they have to stand so close? "See, sweetheart, I've been looking all over town for you."
"Oh yeah?" I asked. He'd been looking for me?
Sam stepped back and Jack moved in close, pressing against me. I felt every hard inch of him, just as I had Sam when he first tugged me into the dead-end of the hallway. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. "Yeah. If you want monkey sex, I'm the one for the job."
"Monkey-" I gasped, then pushed my finger against his chest, remembering what Elaine had written in her messages from the plane. "You read my instant message on my laptop!"
"Sweetheart, your friend wants you to get laid. To fuck a Montana cowboy. I'm the man for the job."
Sam cleared his throat. "We're the men for the job."
My mouth fell open, turned my head so I could stare at both of them. Both stunning examples of mankind. "You think I should just hop into bed … with both of you? I've never … I mean it's-"
Jack looked left, then right. "We're in the back hallway at a bar and you just had Sam eat your pussy. Good thing I was here to kiss away all those sounds you make because the entire bar would have known what you were up to otherwise. Besides, you seemed to be just fine with me joining the party."
I pursed my lips and gave him a glare I hoped would make him retreat.
"Whoa, now that's a look." Jack stepped back enough so I could take a deep breath.
Sam laughed. "Yeah, making her come was supposed to wind her down a little. Didn't seem to work. That death look, doll, doesn't work on him either. We know what you want. More orgasms. Hell, you need them. Let us give them to you."
"You know nothing about me," I countered.
"I know you taste like sugar and that you come like a dream." Sam lifted his right hand to his mouth, licked one finger, then another. "You're nice and sweet on my fingers."
My mouth fell open and I almost came right then. He did not just do that.
"Sweetness, I want you to ride me like you did on the plane," Jack said. "But in my bed and naked."
"Stop calling me that." I wasn't sure who I was mad at, them or me. It wasn't their fault I'd lost my head and did that with them. I was mad at myself for giving in to Sam's charms more than anything instead of stabbing him with my four inch heel. Sure, he was hot. Sure, he knew exactly what to do with that tongue of his. That didn't mean I'd just give in, did it?
I stormed past them, down the hall and back into the main bar area, cut right on by and didn't look at anyone-definitely afraid that they'd know what I'd been up to-and out into the parking lot. The sun was just setting over the mountains and the air was softer. Cooler. It felt good on my heated skin.
"You're afraid," Jack called from behind me and I startled.
I shook my head and stared at the glorious sunset. All I could think about-ridiculous really-was why it wasn't dark at nine o'clock at night and not the fact that I'd just got it on with two men in the back of a bar. My mind was screaming "run, run" but my pussy was saying "more, more."
"I should have known you'd follow me," I said with a sigh.
"You think we'd let you walk to your car by yourself? I'm not sure what men are like in the big city, but here, a man takes care of his woman."
I spun on my high heels. "I can take care of myself." Crossing my arms over my chest, I dared them to disagree.
Sam walked slowly toward me. "I don't doubt that for a minute. But why would you want to?"
Jack moved to stand next to Sam. Some customers came out of the bar and walked to their car and I stayed quiet until their car doors closed.
"Because my vibrator doesn't prattle on like the two of you do."
Sam chuckled, took in my defiant stance. "God, I love a ball buster."
My cell rang and Sam pulled it from his pocket, looked at the screen.
I stepped forward and tried to get it from him. Yes, the asshole tossed it to his cousin.
I felt panicked at the sight of my phone, hearing it ring and not being able to answer it. "I need to get that."
Jack shook his head. "No, you don't."
"It might be Cara."
"It's not a Montana area code so whoever it is can wait."
"But it might be work."
"And it's nine, two hours later back east. They can fucking wait." Jack slipped it in his shirt pocket.
My mouth fell open staring as my phone disappeared.
"You know what she's doing?" he asked his cousin.
"Yup." Jack crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking me.
"What?" I asked, confused. The two of them individually were ruthless. Together, they were lethal. "What the hell am I doing besides trying to get my fucking phone back?" I tapped my shoe on the pavement.
Jack tsked me. "Language, sweetness."
"Bite me."
Jack looked me over as if debating where to do just that. My nipples were hardening as if letting me know they were volunteering.
"You're getting all angry so we'll make the decision for you," Sam said, pulling his keys from his pocket. A car chirped in the lot.
"You two could be axe murderers." I highly doubted it, but if they were, I imagined we'd fuck first, then they'd chop me up into bits.
Jack pulled out my cell from his pocket and fiddled with it. He put it up to his ear.
"What are you-?"
"Cara, hey, it's Jack Kane. Yeah, I've got Katie here with me. She'll be with us, so if you don't hear from her tomorrow, don't panic. She'll be sleeping off a night with the Kane boys."