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  Kat groaned when she felt Jack run a thick finger up her slit. This should feel wrong to her. The rational part of her brain knew she should be screaming root beer. Instead, she squeezed her legs together trying to make him push inside her and was rewarded with a sharp slap on her thigh.

  “Legs apart, Katherine. I want him to see how pretty this little pussy is, how wet you get for me. Look at him, Katherine. Just watching me play with this sweet body has him ready to burst.”

  Kat opened her eyes and saw Jack’s brother had taken his cock out and was stroking it slowly while watching Jack play with her pussy. The flood of moisture that caused was not lost on the two men as they both groaned at the sight of it flowing out of her slit and onto her legs.

  “She’s fucking incredible, Jack. I want to be between her legs right now licking her clean. I can smell her need, that fat little clit is aching to be touched. Bet she’d go over from a single breath right now.” Ronan had never been jealous of his baby brother before, but he’d hit the jackpot with this sweet little sub. She was so naturally submissive he was amazed some Dom hadn’t snatched her up before now. He had a feeling if he was lucky enough to get invited to play now, it would be the only time Jack let him touch her. The absolute look of possession on his face meant he was already in deep.

  Jack loved his brother, had shared women with him on a regular basis, but the thought of him touching Kat had him agitated. He wanted him to look at her, to see what was his, display with pride her reddened nipples and wet pussy. His woman, no one would ever touch her again, only him.

  Ronan could see the struggle on Jack’s face and knew he wasn’t going to be a third for them, ever. Jack had really and truly found his forever one. The envy he felt wasn’t something he was proud of, but he longed to find what his father had and what it looked like Jack would have with Kat. Have a family. Fuck, he was getting maudlin in his old age.

  “Sorry, Ronan, that cream is all mine.”

  Kat didn’t realize she’d been tense until Jack told his brother no. The thought of him licking her was a turn-on but in an abstract way. As if she was reading a book and it wasn’t actually happening to her. She would have screamed her safe word if Jack had agreed. She only wanted Jack.

  “Watch her come, it’s quite a show.”

  Kat moaned long and loud when Jack shoved two fingers into her slit and started pumping. She was so close, the need was mounting. Too late, she recalled Jack’s warning as she squeezed her legs together for more friction on her clit. Jack wrenched her legs open and landed a resounding slap to her clit. Kat screamed and felt her body convulse in powerful waves.

  “Oh fuck me, she did not just ejaculate her cream, Jack, you lucky fuck…”

  Jack chuckled at his brother. Ronan had his dick fisted in one hand squeezing and sliding his length. His brother did love to watch. He was going to be tucking himself back into soiled jeans.

  “Watch him, Katherine,” Jack commanded. “See what you do to him.”

  Kat barely registered the words, but Jack took her chin and made her look over at his brother. Ronan was staring her straight in the eye with a look of pure sensual hunger and working himself in long hard strokes. She watched as he jetted out onto his hand in thick streams.

  “All that cum was for you, Katherine. He wants to be inside of you, badly, but that sweet pussy is mine. He’ll have to find his own.” And with that he lifted her up in his arms and walked her back to the bedroom.

  Kat had a second to bounce as Jack tossed her on the bed, flipped her onto her stomach and buried himself inside her before she could even catch her breath. Kat reveled in the fact she had this kind of effect on him.

  Jack pulled her up so that she was on all fours and slowed his pace before he embarrassed himself by lasting seconds. She was hot as lava and still pulsing from her orgasm. He was in Heaven. He knew his brother was standing in the doorway. He also knew Kat had caught sight of him almost immediately, but that hadn’t stopped her thrusting back onto his cock and mewling sweetly. Kat was a bit of an exhibitionist it seemed… good. He wanted to fuck her on the stage at the club, show the world how perfect she was in her passion.

  Reaching between her legs, he flicked her clit and she moaned. He knew by the tensing of her body, she’d seen Ronan come kneel by the bed. “Let him see how beautifully you take my cock, Katherine. He’s hard again, sweetness, because of you. Let’s see if you can make him lose control again. Uhmm… that’s right, tighten those pussy muscles.”

  Kat looked at Ronan. He was again stroking his cock, while Jack shuttled in and out of her. Jack was so big from this angle she felt stuffed full. The look on Ronan’s face was almost painful. His hand was moving faster and faster. Jack changed his angle slightly and Kat couldn’t help the high-pitched wail. Jack laughed softly behind her and kept digging into that spot. Kat dropped her head and shoulders to the bed surrendering herself to whatever Jack wanted.

  Jack roared when he saw Katherine’s unwitting sign of submission and trust and couldn’t hold back any longer. He hammered into her body, loving the feel of her muscles squeezing him tight. Reaching under to rub her clit he was rewarded by the tightening of her walls as her body pitched into another orgasm pulling him into his own.

  Kat didn’t know if minutes or hours passed, but she felt Jack pull from her and pad to the bathroom. Seconds passed when she felt a cool washcloth pressed between her legs. Oh, that felt good, she thought.

  She felt a callused hand cup her chin and a kiss on her forehead. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Kat. Make sure he treats you well or I’ll steal you away.”

  Kat opened her eyes and smiled shyly at Ronan. Now that the moment had passed, she was starting to feel embarrassed.

  Ronan smiled knowingly. “None of that, little one. Jack shared a precious gift with me. You were stunning and you make my little brother happy. There is never shame in that sort of mutual happiness. I look forward to seeing you again. Mother is going to love you.”

  Kat smiled this time in relief. His words had helped a tiny little bit, but still, the man had seen her wailing like a banshee while his brother had fucked her senseless. As far as first-time meetings, this one was a doozy.

  A blanket was thrown over her naked body and Jack knelt down at eye level holding a washcloth. “I’m going to finish up with Ronan. I started your bath water, you need another hot soak, little Kat.” And with a quick scorching kiss, he closed the bedroom door behind him.

  Kat rolled over onto her back and stretched contentedly. “I’ll be dead from pleasure if we go an entire week,” she said out loud… and thought inwardly, but what a way to go!

  Chapter 6

  Katherine hurried back to the kitchen to check on table 10’s order. She didn’t know what was wrong with the cooks today, but they were working in slow motion. Greg was going to have a fit if he had to comp their meal, it was a huge party and the check was already hovering around nine-hundred dollars. She was trying her best to keep them happy and occupied. They’d already started throwing tip money on the table. With that the automatic twenty-percent that was added to parties and she’d be making bank off this one table. Hallelujah, she had to buy new tires.

  “Hey Kat. Maybe if you let a couple of those guys have a go at you in the break room, you won’t have to worry about them complaining about their food. You didn’t have a problem screwing that guy the other day.”

  Kat took a deep breath and silently told herself Marla was not worth getting worked up over. She’d been making snide comments about Jack since her shift began.

  “Guys, you’re killing me out here. Table 10 has been waiting on their food going on twenty-five minutes. The appetizers are gone and if I serve them anymore alcohol, they’ll end up plastered. Zeke, please tell me it’s ready.”

  “Sorry, Kat. We’re having grill problems. It’s being plated now, here, go ahead and start taking it out. If I have to I’ll sneak in some extras to keep them happy.”

  “You’re the man, Zek
e.” Kat leaned in the window and gave him a big sloppy kiss on his bald head.

  “Don’t you forget it, doll.” Zeke’s face was fire engine red as he bellowed at the kitchen staff to hustle.

  Loading up her tray, Kat had forgotten about Marla. “You’ve got them all fooled. They think you are such a goody goody, but I know you fucked that guy. You probably fucked Zeke too, that’s why he’s always so nice to you. What do you think Greg would say if he knew you were such a whore? He wouldn’t like it very much if word got out one of his waitresses was turning tricks at the restaurant.”

  “He’d be more interested to learn you’re skimming your cash due at the end of the night.” Chase sauntered around the corner looking highly agitated.

  “Shut up, you queer asshole, and mind your own damn business.” Marla snarled back at Chase.

  “Chase, its ok, let her talk. I just need to get this food out before my tip is shot to hell.”

  Swiveling around to make her way back to the dining room, she put Marla out of her mind. She knew she was going to have to deal with her eventually, but now wasn’t a good time.

  Kat made it to the table with her tray and was met with a raucous round of cheers. Men and their food, you had to laugh. “Sorry fellows, the weight of all the meat you made us cook broke the grill, but don’t worry, we won’t add that to your tab.” Kat smiled widely when that got the laugh she was hoping for.

  “Aww, Katie, us men folk need our protein or we’ll waste away to nothing. You can tell that kitchen if it hadn’t been for you and your winning ways we’d have rioted long ago.” Kat smiled at the nickname the older gentleman had given her upon introduction. He was a charmer.

  “Well, dig in, wouldn’t want you wasting away on my shift.” That too was met with hearty laughs and back slapping. Why couldn’t all of her customers be this great?

  At the end of the shift Kat was elated at the amount of money she’d made. Enough to take care of her tires with some to put away. She’d left her apartment with a stern warning from Jack that she was to wait until he or his brother could pick her up to take her over to the tire place. Just the thought of his brother made her blush all over again. She’d agreed with instructions to pick her up in front of the restaurant. She would have waited at the bar, but Marla had been relentless in her snide remarks and Kat didn’t feel like hearing her vitriol anymore. She was at the end of her rope with that one. Taking the high road was getting old. Marla had one more time to pop off, and Kat was sure she’d lose her cool. What was that thing she’d seen on a movie once? Rub your earlobes while chanting, wooosaaaaahhhh… .Wooosaaaaahhhh.

  The much younger waitress had spent the afternoon making snide comments whenever they passed. The hostesses told her Marla had gone so far as to try and pay them not to seat her tables. She was going to have to talk to Greg as soon as possible. It was getting to be too much. For some reason the woman had hated her upon first sight.

  It was a perfect night to bask in the sunset, she thought, kicking back on one of the unused outside benches. The breeze was soft and carried a hint of the honeysuckle that grew on the fence line down the road. Her phone buzzed indicating an incoming text. Looking down, she was happy to see it was Jack letting her know he was around the corner, a few minutes away. She couldn’t help the big smile that creased her face.

  “So you got any clients lined up for tonight? I saw you dry humping that old guy, pretty pathetic if you ask me. Did that stud dumping your old ass hurt your ego? Only going for the old geezers now? Or maybe you’re trying to turn that queer at the bar since he’s up your ass all the time.

  I mean I guess one asshole is pretty much like another for that fruity bitch. Does he make you wear a strap-on so he can at least pretend he’s fucking someone with a dick?”

  Kat looked up at Marla who’d snuck up on her while she’d been daydreaming about Jack. “Marla, I’m tired and really don’t want to put up with your attitude tonight. Please turn around and go back in the building or just leave me alone.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do, you stupid old whore. I’m going to tell Greg you fucked some guy in our break room. Then I’m going to tell him that you were trying to get that whole table of old dusty dicks to meet you in the parking lot for a little choo-choo train action.”

  “Then you’d be lying. I didn’t have sex in the break room, nor did I try to entice those nice older men into doing anything vulgar with me.

  “Nor did I try to entice…” Marla mimicked in a high-pitched voice. “Why do you always try to sound better than me? I fucking can’t stand you and your sweet, self-righteous attitude. Everyone thinks your shit don’t stink. You’re an old hag of a waitress who should have found a real job fucking twenty years ago, but you’re so fucking stupid you couldn’t make it in the real world so you still work jobs that people my age have. You are pathetic.”

  Kat started to stand up when she saw Jack’s car glide around the building only to be pushed back onto the bench “I’m not finished talking to you, you fucking bitch.”

  Kat was momentarily stunned that Marla had actually pushed her., which gave Marla enough time to smack her on the forehead. Behind Marla, Kat could see Jack’s look of rage even behind the glass of the windshield. “That’s right, bitch, what are you going do? You know I’ll whip your old, ugly ass.”

  Kat saw red. She jumped up from the bench, grabbed Marla’s hand when she came in for another cheap shot. Then hauled back with all her might and punched the younger woman square in the nose with a nice right hook. She hated to admit it, but the howling cry from her opponent made her feel a hell of a lot better.

  “You mucking mitch… you mroke my mrose!” Marla grabbed her now gushing nose looking panicked and pissed.

  Kat was standing in a defensive posture when she felt muscled arms engulf her. “Whoa slugger, calm down.” Jack had gone from furious to impressed in five seconds. His little Kat could throw a mean punch. Someone had been training her if he wasn’t mistaken.

  “I’m malling the mops on you, mitch!” Marla screeched at the top of her lungs.

  “From where I was sitting I saw a woman stop herself from being assaulted. Which is exactly what I’ll tell the responding officer,” Jack said menacingly over the top of Kat’s head.

  Just then Greg, the manager, came rushing out of the front door. “What the hell is going on here? Rico just ran in saying you two were fighting. Jesus, Marla, you’re bleeding all over the place!”

  Marla turned to Greg and started to cry. Greg handed her the towel he always kept tucked in his back pocket. “Calm down, Marla. Stop crying for God’s sake, you’re getting blood all over the sidewalk. Kat, what’s going on?”

  Kat knew Greg would fire her. After all, they were fighting out in front of the business and the place was packed. All still while in uniform… shit. “She came out here saying nasty things and when I got up to leave she pushed then slapped me. I was defending myself. I know it’s no excuse. I should have come to you months ago about her, but I thought she’d get tired of picking on me. She seemed to be getting worse though. I was going to ask to meet you about it the next day I was scheduled.”

  Greg looked pained “Kat, you know I can’t let this slide, even if she had it coming. You know I’ve got to let you both go.”

  That sent Marla into a rage swearing she was going to sue Greg, sue Kat, sue the restaurant. “I’ll get you, mucking mitch!” Marla pointed a finger at Kat before ripping off her apron and storming over to her car.

  “I’m sorry, Kat. It’s company policy.” Greg sounded genuinely contrite.

  “I know, Greg, I understand. Tell the guys I said bye and I’ll miss them.” Kat wanted to cry. This was the best-paying job in this county, unless you had a college degree. Shit, why did she let her temper get the best of her?

  Jack snuggled her in close murmuring words of comfort as he walked her back toward his car. “It’s ok, little Kat. Everything will be fine, I promise.” Jack helped her into the car and sna
pped her seat belt together.

  “My car is at Hometown, it’s the one down on Main.”

  Kat didn’t say a word during the short trip across town. Brooding, he assumed over finding a new job or the unfairness of losing this one. But before he could tell her she’d never have to work again, she leaned forward and pointed across the street. “I see it in the lot. Thank goodness Marcus finished it before they closed today. They stay covered up. Chase says the women here probably slash their own tires just to see Marcus.”

  Jack couldn’t help but scowl over her Marcus comment as he pulled into the lot, near the office area. Before the car came to a complete stop Kat was out the door and striding into the office. Damn woman, someone that tiny shouldn’t be able to move that quick.

  Pulling open the door to Hometown Tire and Shocks, Jack barely held in a possessive growl at finding Kat locked in an embrace with a grease-covered man in coveralls. When the man had the audacity to pat her butt a few times he didn’t even try to hold it in.

  “Katherine.”

  That one word spoken in that tone had Kat quickly disengaging herself from Marcus’s burly arms. “Jack. This is Marcus, he owns Hometown.”

  Jack didn’t give a shit what Marcus owned. The next time he touched Kat like that he was going to be in a world of hurt. Jack pulled Kat into his body and placed an arm around her waist, glaring at the big mechanic.

  Marcus Valerian wanted to punch the smug bastard currently wrapped around Kat Robertson. He might as well have hiked his leg and pissed on her, it would have been just as subtle. He couldn’t prevent the chuckle when Kat turned, whispered furiously, and punched him in the stomach. When the big man, Jack, she called him, reached out quickly to grab her hand Marcus had already taken a step toward him, but halted his progress when he saw him cup her hand gently and rub her knuckles.

  Well, son of a bitch. He was hoping he’d get to pound on him a little bit. He’d wanted Kat for going on a year now. Since he’d first bought Hometown. She and Ms. Ruth had brought him a huge box of cookies and a six pack of beer as a welcome gift. He’d taken one look at Kat and fallen in lust. He’d not pursued anything with her because he didn’t think she’d be up for the way he liked his sex… rough and raunchy with him calling the shots. He’d jacked off many a night to the thought of her tied up and begging or on her knees sucking his cock. Now he felt like kicking himself. He’d thought when Jack walked in he knew his face. As soon as the guy had gone all possessive alpha on Kat, it had clicked. He was a member of the same club Marcus visited every weekend in Lexington.