“Lock is right,” he said, putting a hand on the wooden panel. “Come out, Kat. I didn’t mean to frighten you, I was just…” He stopped and cleared his throat. Looking down at his boots, he continued. “I was angry when I saw you talking to those two unmated males.”
There was silence on the other side of the door and then, finally, it opened a crack. “Is that your version of ‘I’m sorry?’” Kat asked, one blue eye appearing warily in the narrow opening.
“It is.” Deep nodded, tightlipped and frowning. “And I don’t say it often.”
“Or ever,” Lock murmured, earning a glare from his brother.
“All right.” Kat opened the door all the way and stood there, her arms crossed protectively over her breasts as she shifted from foot to foot. “I’m listening. I wouldn’t be if the stupid fruit I ate wasn’t driving me crazy, but it is. So talk. How can you help me without the three of us doing the hokey-poke-her?”
“The what?” Deep frowned. “As much as I study Earth vernacular, sometimes I still find you completely incomprehensible, Kat.”
“Oh yeah?” She frowned up at him. “Well that goes double from me back to you, Deep. So come on, boys—what’s the plan?”
* * * * *
Lock had that look on his face, like he was trying to pick his words carefully so Kat was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like what he had to say. In fact, the only reason she was willing to listen to him and Deep at all was because the symptoms from the bonding fruit were getting completely out of control.
She’d thought she was uncomfortable at the party but that was nothing to how she was feeling now. From the minute she’d locked herself in the bathroom she’d been doing nothing but touching herself—she couldn’t help it. But, like before, giving herself pleasure had only made the problem worse. She was desperate—though she’d be damned if she would admit it.
So she stood there with her arms crossed over her breasts, trying to sound level-headed and cool when it felt like every inch of her skin was throbbing with unquenchable desire.
Facing them with their mating scents washing over her didn’t help either. Lock’s was warm and comforting—the fresh coffee/clean laundry scent that tempted her to relax and trust him completely. Luckily, Deep’s mating scent counteracted it and put her on high alert. He exuded something that smelled like pure sex dipped in dark chocolate—sensuous, alluring…and dangerous as hell. It got into her head and made it hard to think. Any female in her right mind would think twice before trusting a scent like that, Kat thought, frowning up at him.
“You need two things to get over the effects of the bonding fruit, my lady,” Lock said at last, apparently deciding to just come out with it. “To be touched and to be penetrated.”
Kat put a hand to her throat, her eyes drawn unwillingly to Deep. “You mean the way you did the other night. With…with your fingers?”
Lock shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
“You’ve had bonding fruit, little Kat—a lot of it.” Deep’s voice was surprisingly soft. “You need deep penetration.”
Kat had heard enough. “No thanks.” She started to shut the door in their faces but Deep caught it with one hand and held it open easily, though she was shoving against it with all her strength.
“I said you needed to be penetrated—I didn’t say it had to be with a cock,” he rumbled. His eyes narrowed. “You need to be fucked, Kat. But there are other ways of doing that than the traditional method.”
“What you two consider ‘traditional’ counts as porn on my planet,” she pointed out. “And I’m not about to star in the Twin Moons version of Debbie gets a Double Dicking.”
“We’ll keep our pants on—both of us. Will that help?” Deep raised an eyebrow at her.
Kat stopped pushing against the door and stood still. “I suppose…” She really wasn’t sure what would help at this point but she knew she needed something.
“Good. Then come on.” Deep took her by the hand and Lock took the other. Kat shivered as the familiar rush of sexual electricity rushed over her. She wasn’t at all sure she was doing the right thing…but she didn’t know what else to do.
Chapter Thirteen
They led her to the bed and Lock undressed her gently while Deep rummaged in the chest-like bench she’d found the feathered shirt in earlier that morning—which now seemed like a lifetime ago. Kat still felt shy about being naked in front of them but they had dimmed the lights and Lock murmured soothingly to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how he loved her body until she felt a little better.