One-Two Punch (25 page)

Ky finally looked at him and what was in his eyes made Harry want to cry.
A
twenty-three-year-old shouldn’t have seen things,
done
things, to make him look like that
, he thought, sick to his stomach. No one should. Harry felt helpless, only able to move his thumb against Ky’s middle in a small, useless gesture of comfort.

“It was bad enough with just you,” Ky told him, his voice ragged and rough. “With you…you know what’s out there, you know how to take care of yourself. But Beth?

She’s a fucking baby.”

Beth made an attempt to rear her head off his chest but Ky’s hand kept it down.

“I’m almost a whole year older than you, thank you very much.” Her muffled voice was indignant. “I can take care of myself too.” Both of the men ignored her.

“I don’t know what to tell you, man,” Harry told him. “It
is
hard—I’m scared every time she’s out of my sight. I try to protect her but…” He shrugged. “I can’t lock her up.”

“Why not?” Ky asked, a corner of his mouth tucking up at Beth’s muffled, “Hey!”

Harry grinned. “Caring sucks.” Sobering, he held Ky’s gaze. “It’s hard to love someone—you think I don’t worry about your cranky ass all the time?”

Clenching his jaw, Ky looked away. “I can’t stay,” he repeated.

Beth finally managed to push his hand away so she could pop her head up. “You want to leave people who love you because you worry about them?” she asked. “How nuts is that, Ky?”

“You don’t get it, Barbie,” he told her, shaking his head. “Don’t you realize all the things that could happen to you? Things like—oh, I don’t know—being kidnapped?

Barely escaping the asshole to wander around the wilderness until you almost die?”

“But
you
were the reason I got away,” Beth protested. “You taught me how to break his hold. And that was just one lesson—just think what a bad-ass I’d be if you stick around and show me a few more things.”

Looking grim, Ky promised, “I’ll show you how to break someone’s shoulder.”

“Really?” Beth’s eyes lit with a bloodthirsty gleam.

Harry groaned. “Pokey, what did I tell you about creating a monster?”

“So you’re staying?” Beth asked, bouncing a little in excitement, making the bed quake under all of them. “If I promise to be very careful and be suspicious of everybody and learn how to break the shoulder of anyone who even looks at me funny, will you stay?”

Ky hesitated. “You guys don’t need a third wheel hanging around,” he muttered.

“Sure we do,” Beth contradicted him. “We’re more of a tricycle, really.”

“Right.” Ky didn’t sound convinced. Beth turned to Harry with a wide-eyed, “go on” look, tipping her head toward Ky, who had resumed glaring at the ceiling.

Harry’s stomach clenched. His words had disappeared again. Not since high school had he been so scared of a rebuff.

Ah, fuck it
, he thought,
just do it.
Harry leaned in toward Ky, his hand coming up to cup the other man’s startled face. They were just a bare inch apart when Ky jerked back a little.

“Don’t do it unless you mean it,” he warned Harry, his voice rough. “I couldn’t stand—”

Harry cut him off by bringing his mouth down on Ky’s. It started out tentative, both men feeling their way. Harry was shocked by the softness of Ky’s mouth, such a contrast to the rough cheek against his palm. He pushed a little further, tasting the edge of Ky’s teeth with his tongue.

With a groan, Ky wrapped one hand around the back of Harry’s head to pull him in hard. The kiss lost its last shreds of hesitancy, need flaming to life between them. They were almost rough with each other, eating at each other’s mouths as if they were starving. Ky made a noise, almost a purr, and nipped Harry’s lower lip, making him growl and press harder into the open-mouthed kiss. A small squeak from Beth pulled the men apart, glassy-eyed and panting. She was watching them, breathing hard, her pupils dilated and her mouth slightly open, just enough to show a white line of teeth.

Ky’s hand was still on her head, clenched on a handful of tangled curls.

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” Ky said, releasing her hair. As realization set in, he glanced at a hot-eyed Harry and back to Beth. “I’m really sorry,” he repeated but this time with a different meaning.

“I’m not,” she said, her voice husky. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Whose idea do you think this was?”

“Seriously?” Ky asked, glancing back at Harry, who nodded. Ky’s face closed.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Harry explained, guessing at the reason for Ky’s withdrawal. “I want this. Never have before—with a guy, I mean—but you’ve always made me hard.”

After a suspicious look, Ky must have believed him, because he smiled. Harry caught his breath.

“God, Pokey, you’re just too pretty to be let out in public,” Beth told him in an awestruck tone, echoing Harry’s thoughts. “You’ve probably caused traffic accidents just by walking down the sidewalk.”

The compliment made Ky flush and scowl in embarrassment.

“Do you two…” Beth started again. “I mean, do you want me to leave?” Although she asked them both, her eyes were on Ky.

“Do you
want
to leave?” Ky asked.

“God no!” she replied, so fervently that both of the men laughed.

“Then stay.” He pulled her up his chest so she was draped over him. Harry slid closer to the stacked pair, smoothing his hand down Beth’s back before working his fingers beneath the soft cotton of Ky’s underwear until his fingertips could touch the smooth, feverish skin of his trapped cock. Ky’s hips jerked under his touch.

Ky ignored Beth’s hesitation and pulled her head down to capture her mouth. Her kiss was as incredible as he’d imagined—better, in fact. It was long and wet and deep and when her tongue touched his, he could feel it all the way down to his toes. Beth held his head with both hands, lightly scratching at his scalp through the thick stubble.

She straddled his stomach, grinding her crotch against his ribbed muscles.

He tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled back.

“Do you really want to do this?” she asked him.

Despite her serious expression, Ky laughed, pulling one of her hands behind her, pressing her fingers against his crotch so she could feel his straining erection. “What do you think?” he teased.

“I meant, do you really want to do this with
me
?” she clarified, although she kept her hand on his denim-covered cock, trapping Harry’s hand beneath the material.

“Yes.” Ky pulled her head toward him again but she dodged his mouth.

“But you’re gay!” she persisted. “How could you want me? I’m a girl!”

Scowling in irritation, Ky rolled his eyes at Harry. “Does she always talk this much?” Harry nodded, grinning.

Ky turned back to Beth. “Okay, listen,” he clipped out, short of breath and sweating from the teasing brushes of Harry’s fingertips on his cock, as well as Beth’s yielding curves notching into the hollows of his body. It had been too long since he’d had sex and, since he had moved in with Harry and Beth, Ky felt like he was hard and ready twenty-four hours a day. “I want to fuck you. If that makes me not gay, then I guess I’m not gay.”

He lifted his head to kiss her but she pulled back to ask, “But you want Harry too, right?”

With a groan, Ky let his head fall back against the bed and closed his eyes. “The two of you are going to drive me insane,” he muttered. “Yes, I do want to fuck Harry. I’ve wanted to fuck Harry for years. I’ve been living in the same apartment with both of you, sleeping with you, listening to the noises you make when you’re screwing in the bathroom or the kitchen or the fucking broom closet or wherever, and my balls are the bluest of any balls in the history of the world. I’ve said I want you both and you both said you want me. By the noises you make, you obviously want each other…” Opening his eyes to glare at Beth and Harry, he snarled, “Can we just get down to it?”

“Quit your yapping, Pokey, and kiss me,” Beth commanded, a smile lurking in the corners of her mouth. With a growl, he yanked her down and did just that. All of his tentative exploring was gone, replaced by driving need. Ky took over her mouth, holding her face in both hands as he invaded her mouth with his tongue, then pulled back to nip sharply at her lips.

The sharp command of his kiss melted Beth into his chest. She felt Harry’s free hand on her jeans-covered ass, kneading and massaging until her skin was buzzing.

Beth was desperate—desperate to be naked, desperate for the men’s hands on her bare flesh, desperate for two hard cocks to fill her completely.

Harry’s fingers slid out of Ky’s jeans at the same time his other hand left Beth’s ass.

They both groaned at the loss but were unwilling to relinquish their kiss to complain in actual words. Ky switched the angle of his head and pressed into her mouth again, his fists closing in her hair.

Beth felt Harry’s hands return, this time at her waist. He circled them beneath her to work her button and zipper open, tugging her jeans down over her hips and down her thighs. Straightening her legs so that he could remove the pants completely, Beth had to cling to Ky’s wide forearms so that Harry didn’t yank her across the room along with the jeans.

After a quick slip of his hands over her cotton-covered ass, Harry began to remove Ky’s jeans as well. Beth heard the burr of his zipper going down, felt the tugs vibrating through Ky’s body beneath her lightly covered crotch. Ky pulled his head back a fraction, closing his eyes against the pleasurable friction. Beth heard him make that sexy purring sound again and shivered as a current of heat traveled from her chest to her pussy, dampening her panties.

Ky must have felt it even through his t-shirt, because he opened his eyes and gritted, “You’re wet.”

Incapable of speech, Beth could just nod, her breath spurting from her in little pants.

“Let me feel.”

The command liquefied her. She tugged up his t-shirt, leaving his stomach bare, and ground her pussy against him, rubbing herself against his skin with only a damp wisp of fabric separating them.

He shivered, grunting, “More.” His fingers slid beneath her panties, drawing a mew from her as he barely brushed against her swollen pussy lips. Pushing her upper body upright as she straddled him, Beth tilted her hips toward him, wanting. Instead of obeying her silent demand for another touch, Ky tugged at her panties, growling impatiently at their constraints. With a savage yank, he snapped the narrow, delicate bands that ran over her hips and tossed the torn scrap of fabric away.

Between the two of them, I’m not going to have any underwear left
, Beth thought half-hysterically and then stopped thinking as Ky circled his fingertips in the curly hair that framed her pussy.

Kneeling behind her and straddling Ky’s bare hips, Harry caught the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head as she raised her arms obediently. As he unhooked her bra, her heavy breasts bounced free and were quickly captured by Harry’s calloused palms as he cupped them from behind.

He was naked, Beth realized, feeling the light scratch of his chest hair against her shoulder blades and the burn of his erection against the hollow of her lower back. Ky’s fingers were getting braver, investigating every fold and hollow between her legs—the line where her leg met her hip, the folds of her pussy, the crevice that tucked between the cheeks of her bottom. Spreading her knees wider, begging for more attention from his curious fingers, Beth leaned back against Harry when her trembling thighs threatened to give out.

Breathing hard, Harry pulled at her straining nipples, his eyes fixed on the movement of Ky’s hand. He sucked in a rasping breath when Ky abruptly thrust two fingers into Beth’s pussy, drew them out, shiny with her moisture, and plunged them back in. She arched into the invasion, crying out with relief as he penetrated her again.

Ky groaned. “So tight and wet.” His eyes were molten gold as he looked at Harry.

“Can I fuck her?” he asked, his eager shiver vibrating against Harry’s knees.

Harry’s cock jumped at the question, at the implication that he was in charge, that he could tell them what to do and they would do it. Anything. It was almost too much and he gritted his teeth against an overwhelming wave of desire.

“No,” he snapped and Beth’s face turned to him, her bottom lip caught in her teeth.

Her look of wide-eyed trepidation blasted him with another surge of lust. He stood up next to the bed, towering over them as he commanded, “Take off your shirt.”

Ky hurried to obey, pushing himself to a seated position as Beth slid backward along his thighs so he could sit up. She reached up to help pull his shirt over his head.

Watching the two of them scrambling to do his bidding, Harry clenched his fists as a drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of his rigid erection. Sweat beaded over his brows and across his lip as he fought for self-control. He squeezed his eyes closed, opening them to find Beth and Ky both looking at him, waiting for instructions.

“Suck him,” he rasped. Beth knelt between Ky’s legs, her back to Harry, bending forward until her lips were just inches from the head of Ky’s thick cock. Her knees were braced wide, exposing her glossy, wet pussy and the dusky, puckered entrance to her ass. The sight was too much, and only by digging his fingers into the muscles of his own thighs was Harry able to keep from exploding.

Beth was tormenting Ky, brushing against his bobbing erection with the lightest touches of her cheeks and lips and chin.

“I love how you smell,” she murmured, breathing him in. “So…primal.”

Her words made Harry’s eyes almost roll back in his head. Ky must have had the same wild surge of lust, since he grabbed her head, trying to force her to take him into her mouth. Beth dodged his attempts to thrust his desperate cock toward her lips.

“She’s teasing,” Ky accused.

“You sound just like a little kid on a car trip,” Beth giggled.

Her smile disappeared when Harry’s hand smacked against her ass cheek. She pulled in a tight breath, her stomach dissolving in want as the heat radiated from her bottom to her soaking-wet pussy.