The Viper's Nest (Kit Davenport #4)(31)

Spots danced across my vision as pleasure exploded up through my body, leaving me panting and light-headed in its wake. The moisture on my skin was freezing, thanks to the cold night air, and my nipples were hard as rocks and so sensitive they almost hurt.

Caleb was still working himself over with his hand, but I could tell he wasn’t far from coming himself, so I unwrapped my legs from around Wesley’s face where they’d ended up and slid back into the water.

“Switch,” I ordered him, jerking my head to the ledge I had just abandoned.

Wes said nothing, but licked his lips and did what I asked, sitting up on the edge of the hot tub and allowing me to free his erection from his wet swim shorts with hurried hands.

“I think someone is watching,” he murmured quietly as I took him into my mouth, sucking and swirling while my hand gripped his base. He didn’t sound uncomfortable about it though, so I just shrugged.

“Let them,” I panted, pulling back long enough to look up at him while my hand slid up and down his rigid shaft. “If you’re cool with that?”

“Uh-huh,” Wes gasped, tipping his head back and letting me do my thing as my mouth closed over him once more.

“Smart move,” Caleb commented, his own voice tight with impending climax himself.

It wasn’t long before I heard him finishing behind me and only a few short moments more before Wesley’s breathing sped up and his shaft twitched.

“Sweetheart, I’m close,” he panted, making as if to pull back, but I held him tight, sucking hard and feeling his ejaculation hit the back of my throat as he came. My tongue ran circles around him, keeping him in my mouth while he shuddered through his orgasm before I finally released him.

“Holy crap,” he gasped, looking wide-eyed at me, then past me to Caleb.

“Yup,” Caleb snickered, and I felt him slide back into the water with me. His cool hands slipped around my waist, and he spun me to face him. “That was seriously hot, Kitty Kat.”

Without even a second’s hesitation, Caleb took my mouth with his own, kissing me until I felt like I might collapse in his arms.

Even though it had been far from the most explicit act I’d ever engaged in, I was alight with excitement. While I was crazy into each of my guys individually, together was a whole other ball game. One I intended to play... a lot.





12





RIVER





Coming in from the garage, I used my elbow to flick the kitchen lights on as my hands were full with grocery bags. Cole followed close behind me carrying the rest of them though, which saved me having to make two more trips at least.

The brothers had been walking back up the driveway when I’d pulled in with the groceries, and Vali had gone upstairs to shower. He was dripping wet and muddied and neither him nor Cole had looked particularly happy, so my guess was that their dragon session had ended in an argument of some sort.

“So what happened, mate?” I asked Cole as we placed the bags on the counter and began unpacking them. “You push him in a muddy lake or something?”

Cole just grunted, but a small smile pulled at his mouth. “Something like that.”

My mouth tightened, and I considered whether to laugh or chastise him. If it had been warranted, I would have been all for the little scuffles he and Vali had been getting into while Kit wasn’t watching, but that was the problem. They weren’t warranted. Vali, for all his faults, really seemed to be trying, and Cole was having a bloody hard time accepting his brother back into his life.

“You’re going to have to give it up sooner or later, Drake.” I folded my arms and stared him down. “Like it or not, he’s been chosen by Kit as a dianoch. If he accepts the bonding, which we both know he will, then you two are going to be around each other for a very long time to come.”

“He might not accept,” Cole muttered, his face like a thunderstorm and his voice like gravel.

“Don’t be bloody stupid, mate. He’s in love with her just the same as the rest of us. Are you really so blinded by your old hatred that you can’t see that?” I resisted the urge to whack him around the head, but sometimes I swore he was being deliberately obtuse.

“He might not be,” my friend stubbornly replied. “He hasn’t made any attempts to make a move on her romantically.”

“Fuck, you’re dumb sometimes,” I told him with a glare. “I couldn’t say for sure, but I’d hazard a guess that he’s holding out until the two of you are okay again.”

Turning away from my bullheaded team member, I took the commercial-sized bag of coffee over to the machine and paused when I saw what was going on outside.

Bleeding Christ.

At twenty-six years old, I was no blushing virgin, but I couldn’t remember ever being so quick to arousal as I had been since meeting Kit. I was hard in a matter of seconds, watching her perched on the edge of the hot tub with Wesley’s blond head buried between her thighs.

“Fuck,” Cole swore, seeing exactly what I was seeing. “Lucky fucker.”

I snorted a laugh, adjusting myself so I wasn’t standing there with a damn tent in my slacks, then winked at Cole when he needed to do the same.

For a long moment, neither one of us spoke.

Kit was seated on the corner of the hot tub, her back leaning on a pillar so she was facing us directly. Not that she’d noticed though, as her eyes were firmly fixed on Caleb, who was in the opposite corner with his own dick in hand.