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“Haven’t even started.” The words just fell out of his
mouth. He gave his head a shake. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Done with the potatoes?”

“Uh, yes. Done.”

Her smile grew wider, a little bolder.

“Now, chop them up and put them in that boiling water.”

She turned away but not before patting his ass. She strolled
across the kitchen to where Nathan sat. The sassy flip of her hips made Kiah’s
cock throb against his jeans.

She leaned into Nathan’s shoulder but flashed another smile
toward Kiah. Damn, the little flirt thought she could get away with teasing
him? Not happening.

But to make it work, he either needed to make Nathan leave
or have Nathan join in.

Kiah put the last of the potatoes in the boiling water,
washed his hands and took the other seat at the table. Tasha still walked
around the kitchen but Kiah didn’t mind. It gave him more chances to see that
sexy body move. Nathan didn’t seem to notice. He sat there, deep in focus,
methodically cutting radishes into paper-thin slices.

Comments about letting an OCD person chop vegetables teased
his tongue, but Kiah kept the words inside. Nathan could have kicked him out—it
was Nathan’s date after all—but he’d let Kiah stay so Kiah wasn’t going to piss
off his cousin, at least not intentionally.

But he could only resist so much and Tasha’s flirting had
teased his already taut nerves.

She wiped her hands on a towel and came over to look at
Nathan’s progress. Her eyes got a little wide and Kiah didn’t know if it was
because Nathan had such a small pile of radishes or because they were all
perfectly sliced. She glanced at Kiah. He smiled and shrugged.

She smiled in return, a hint of wickedness blazing through
her eyes.

Unable to hold back, Kiah reached out and grabbed her arm,
pulling her to him, hitching one of her legs over his until she straddled his
thighs. The position placed her breasts at the perfect height for his mouth.
She gasped, that sweet little squeak noise that told him she was startled but
not unhappy at her new position.

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down, wanting
to feel her lovely heat against his cock. She let herself be lowered but didn’t
sit down, using her thighs to hold herself up.

They’d had this discussion before. She thought she was too
heavy. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, reminding her of how that last
conversation had ended. She’d had her bottom spanked. The memory made his dick
harder than it already was around her.

She took a slow breath in and Kiah knew she was gathering
her courage. She sank down, letting him take her weight. He slid his hands down
to her ass and eased her forward until her hot slit pressed against his cock.

Another gasp escaped her lips and Nathan’s head snapped up.
He glanced at his cousin.

Nathan wasn’t looking at him. He was staring at Tasha, the
corners of his mouth curling down, tightening at the edges. Nathan watched for
a moment then looked away, his eyes once again staring at the precise cuts on
his radishes, determinedly ignoring them.

Oh no. Kiah pulled Tasha closer and covered her lips in a
kiss, sinking his tongue into her mouth even as his hands guided her hips,
pulling her a little higher, positioning her on his cock at just the perfect
angle. If they were naked he would be inside her.

Heat streamed through his jeans and he moaned, pumping up,
rocking against her pussy.

Needing air, Kiah pulled back. Tasha’s lips were pretty and
pink, that just-kissed look.

Nathan was watching. He didn’t
look
like he was
watching but Kiah knew better and Kiah was going to drag his cousin into this.

“Fuck, she’s hot, Nattie,” he said, using the childhood
nickname. “I can feel her through my jeans.” Nathan’s throat muscles convulsed.
Kiah slipped his hand beneath Tasha’s loose skirt, sliding up her leg to cup
the curve of her ass in his palm. “Are you wearing those sexy red panties
again?” he murmured as his fingers traced the lacy edge.

She nodded.

“What was that, baby?”

“Yes.” Her wide eyes stared at him, a tinge of fear swelling
in the hazel depths.

He winked, letting her know he had it under control. Or at
least he hoped he did. Nathan needed a bit of a push. Kiah just hoped he wasn’t
pushing his cousin out the door.

Kiah wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled
her close, taking her lips, sliding his tongue into the warmth of her mouth. A
soft moan rumbled from her throat as she settled against him. With his other
hand, he encouraged her to move on him, rocking that hot pussy against his
cock.

For a moment, he lost himself in the sensations—her taste,
the delicate flicks of her tongue, the steady pulses against his dick. Damn, he
could rip off those panties and—

“Fuck this!” Nathan dropped the knife on the table and stood
up, knocking over his chair.

Tasha’s head snapped up and she blinked. Her eyes got wide
and a shimmer of panic flashed through the green depths.

Chapter Seven

 

Dear Diary,

I know how it works for Heather and Cait but I don’t know
if I can make it work with Kiah and Nathan. I’m not sure they’ll stop fighting
long enough to fuck me.

 

Tasha turned to look over her shoulder at Nathan but he was
already gone. Kiah gripped her hips, ready to lift her off and go after Nattie,
but his cousin hadn’t gone far.

He stormed around the side of the table, chest heaving in
harsh fast breaths. Tasha tipped her head back and blinked up at him. Nathan
groaned and bent down, slamming his lips onto hers.

It looked a bit hard to Kiah but Tasha didn’t seem to mind.
She arched her back and grabbed the back of Nathan’s neck, holding him in place.
Not wanting to be left out, wanting Tasha to know what it was really like to
have two lovers, Kiah leaned in and kissed the sleek line of her exposed
collarbone.

He brushed his lips across her soft skin, peeling back the
edge of her blouse and biting down gently on her shoulder.

She cried out, though the sound was muffled against Nathan’s
mouth. Kiah kept his hands on her hips, grinding into her pussy, heating her
from the inside out. Every stroke teasing her clit.

The heady rush of Nathan over her, his mouth on hers, flowed
through her body. The desperate hunger in his kiss drew an ache deep inside her
core. Nathan pulled back just enough and bit down on her lower lip then sucked
it between his lips.

He stared down at her—those ice-blue eyes flashing with
need.

Kiah pumped his cock against her once again and she gasped
as the pulses teased her already sensitive clit.

“Damn,” Nathan muttered.

Strong fingers tugged at the edges of her blouse. Pressure
crossed her back for one moment then a slow, steady “riiiip”. The front of her
top split into two worthless pieces.

Shock dropped her mouth open but before she could protest
those same hot fingers immediately moved to her breasts.

“Damn, Nattie, look.”

Nathan leaned away and stared down. Tasha couldn’t help but arch
her back, presenting her breasts to them.

“I fucking love that color,” Nathan muttered as he pulled
her up, lifting her off Kiah’s lap and spinning her around. Her hips hit the
table and she was bent backward, Nathan’s strong arms supporting her. His mouth
covered her breast, the wet heat burning through the material. He rubbed his
tongue across the tight nipple, the wicked caress scraping the lace over her
skin. Bright delicious jolts raced into her pussy with every lick. She heard a
cry echo off the ceiling and realized it must be hers.

A low moan rumbled from Kiah. He stood up, following her as
Nathan eased her body back onto the table. Kiah mirrored his cousin’s actions,
leaning over her and taking her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and deep.

The dual sensations sent shockwaves into her cunt and,
unable to hold the sound in any longer, she screamed. Nathan lifted his head
and stared down at her.

“This is lovely,” he muttered, smoothing his hand over the
lace of her bra. “But it’s got to go. I want to see those pretty tits.”

Kiah retreated enough that Nathan’s clever fingers could
flip the front clasp of her bra open. The edges snapped back, leaving her
breasts bare. For a moment, no one moved, then Nathan flicked the lacy material
away.

The cool air competed with the heat from the stares of
Nathan and Kiah—but both sensations made her nipples pulled up into the tight,
hard nubs, begging to be sucked.

Matching groans filled the air. They both leaned in and, as
if they’d coordinated the movement, their lips surrounded her nipples.

The similarity ended there. One man—she thought it was
Kiah—approached gently, laving his tongue across her peak, lapping at her skin.
The other, sucked-hard and deep, drawing her nipple between his lips and
pressing it to the roof of his mouth. The sensual pain sent renewed shivers
across her skin.

Myriad sensations bombarded her body, but twin jolts moved
from her nipples to her pussy. Her foot landed on an unoccupied chair and she
pressed up, needing something to fill the emptiness between her legs.

Kiah’s lips left her skin but his fast, heavy breath
continued to caress the aching peak.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get you there.”

Nathan grabbed the waistband of her skirt. “Let’s get this
off her.”

“Yeah.”

Two sets of strong hands reached beneath her hips, raising
her enough to slip the skirt down. The elastic waist gave way easily and once
they’d shoved it to her knees, gravity took over and it fell to the ground.

“We should have just taken these off at the same time,” Nathan
murmured, his fingers slipping under the leg of her red panties.

“No, I like them.”

“Well, so do I, but I like her bare pussy even better.”

“Yeah...” Kiah’s hand curled over the front panel of her
panties. “But can’t you just see it? Sweet Tasha, naked except for a pair of
candy-apple red panties on the back of my Harley?”

Tasha squeaked and blinked up at Kiah. He couldn’t be
serious. He—

“Or in the back seat of my Mustang.”

Kiah’s eyes got wide and a definite flare of lust flashed
deep inside. “Oh yeah.”

She blinked and stared up at Nathan. He was the calm one,
the controlled one. The safe one.

But the light in his eyes was anything but safe tonight.

As if the topic was decided, he leaned down and returned his
attention to her breast, sucking the tip into his mouth. The hard suction
reached deep inside her. Hot strong hands—with Nathan’s hand on her other
breast, she had to assume they belonged to Kiah—skimmed across her stomach then
hooked beneath the edge of her panties and tugged them down. He didn’t pull
them off, just eased the elastic to the tops of her thighs, enough that her
pussy was bare.

She gasped, vaguely thinking she should protest, but Nathan
lifted his lips from her breast and covered her mouth in a deep kiss that
drained the worry from her mind. She moaned and arched into the kiss, pushing
her nipple into his hand.

Kiah’s fingers whispered up the insides of her thighs and
flooded her pussy with wet heat. He pressed closer, his tongue lapping at her
pussy lips, teasing caresses that promised more.

Bells sounded in her head with each touch—light, tingling
little bells that sounded familiar and wouldn’t stop and—

She pushed against Nathan’s chest. He seemed reluctant to
withdraw, but after a few seconds of steady pressure, he lifted his head and
stared down at her. The irritation on his face warned he didn’t like being
disturbed.

“Dinner,” she said.

“What?”

“Dinner is ready.” The bells chimed again. She was comforted
to see both men as dazed and irritated by the sound as she was. Awkwardly, she
pushed herself up. The movement nudged Kiah out of the way. Looking
disgruntled, he glared up at her. “That’s the timer. We don’t want it to burn.”

Kiah raised his eyebrows and for a moment she thought he
might say, “Screw it. Let it burn.” But he nodded and leaned back in his chair.

Nathan helped her the rest of the way up. She paused and
pulled her panties back into place.

Hurrying over to the stove, she momentarily forgot that she
was practically naked. Her focus was centered on the chicken. She hated to burn
food.

Heat rushed across her bare breasts as she opened the oven.
She ignored the way her nipples throbbed as the warmth covered them. The minor
distraction shook her for a moment but the sauce sizzling in the bottom of the
pan won out. The chicken was done. It was probably close to overdone by now but
she wouldn’t have sacrificed a moment of the time spent with Kiah and Nathan.

Unable to resist, she peeked behind her. Both men sat at her
table, looking casual and so freaking sexy she almost came right there. They
sort of sprawled in their chairs, the hard bulges pressing against their flies
telling her they were as aroused as she was.

Heck, they looked like lazy lions, watching the female do
the hunting before they came in to eat.

And she might have said something snarky if it wasn’t for
the hunger—sexual hunger—in their eyes.

Her knees trembled and she concentrated on pulling the pan
out of the oven. The heavy skillet weighed down her hands but she managed to
remove it and place it on the stove.

“Can I help, babe?” Nathan asked, his voice suddenly right
behind her, his hands slipping around her waist. The cool cotton of his
no-longer-crisp button-down shirt brushed across her back.

“Uh, what?” Her mind blanked as soon as he’d touched her.
“Oh, no. I’m good.”

“We know that, baby,” Kiah drawled. “He wanted to know if
you needed help.”

She shook her head. “I just have to mash the potatoes and—”

Nathan’s hand pushed down, between her thighs, cupping her
pussy.

“Damn, Kiah was right,” he whispered, his lips against her
ear. “And I rarely say those words.”

Nathan’s long fingers pressed a crease into her panties,
teasing her clit with a light, tempting stroke.

“A-about what?”

“You do look incredibly sexy standing in the kitchen in
nothing but these pretty red panties.”

She froze, her body absorbing the wicked caresses. He rubbed
his cock against her ass, showing her how hard he was, even as his finger
massaged her clit. Her mind went a little out of focus and she pushed against
him, balanced between his cock and his finger, wanting both. Wanting more.

“Hey, no fair,” Kiah half-called, half-whined from the
table.

“Who said anything about fair?” Nathan asked but his hand
retreated.

Her knees wobbling, she managed to pour milk into the
potatoes.

“Let me help,” Nathan offered. “What can I do?” He ran a
finger up the center of her back.

“Umm, slice the bread?” She nodded toward the loaf of
rosemary bread she’d made last night when Kiah had cancelled.

Her nipples tightened when Nathan reached around and gave
one breast a squeeze before he moved away.

“I can help too,” Kiah offered. “What do you need?” He put
his hands on her hips and stepped close, the heat from his body almost as hot
as the steam rising from the potatoes.

“Put the chicken on a plate?”

He kissed her shoulder and turned to her left. The three of
them worked quickly to get the meal to the table, but Tasha was a quivering
mess by the time they sat down. It seemed they couldn’t move by her without
touching—a quick pat to her ass or a whispered brush across her breast. And
being that she was mostly naked, they took advantage, caressing sensitive,
normally covered parts of her body.

And with every pause in the action, every time she emptied
her hands, one of them was kissing her, sucking her nipples or pulsing a hard
cock against her pussy or her ass. It was enough to make any girl melt. But it
was the whispering that got to her.

Nathan told her how he couldn’t wait to be inside her pussy,
how the memory of her slick walls gripping his cock had kept him up all night.

Kiah took up the theme, promising to make her scream, to
fuck her hard and deep.

She’d always known cooking and eating were sensual
activities but this was insane. Her knees trembled as she walked across the
room, placing the potatoes and salad on the table. She bent down and reached
for her skirt.

“What are you doing, baby?” Kiah asked, coming up behind
her. His jean-covered groin pressed against her ass and she gasped.

“I’m getting dressed.”

“I don’t think so, baby.” Kiah’s hands helped her straighten
up. He wrapped his arms around her and slid one hand up to flutter across her
breast. “You look too good like this…but we could consult Nathan and see what
he says. Nattie? What’s your opinion?”

Suspended against Kiah’s hard body, his arm trapping her
against his warmth, she tried to remember why eating naked was a bad idea. Oh
right, hot food, bare skin and the sheer embarrassment of it all.

She pushed her shoulders back and met Kiah’s stare. “I’m not
eating naked,” she declared. He must have heard the strength of her resolve
because he winced. But she didn’t want to break the mood. She pushed her
shoulders back and the movement instantly caught the attention of both men.
They did love her breasts. “Let me have your shirt,” she said to Kiah. Before the
words were even out of her mouth, he’d pulled the soft cloth up and over his
head, those lovely hard muscles instantly bare for her to see.

Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and touch
but dinner was cooling. Kiah handed her his t-shirt. The heat from his body
still filled the material as she dragged it over her head.

She tugged the shirt down, the warmth caressing her nipples,
the lower edge ending just past her bottom.

A strangled noise came from the table and she looked over.
Nathan stood beside his chair, his eyes locked on her hidden pussy.

“You too,” she commanded. Nathan shook his head as if to
clear it.

“What?”

“It’s only fair,” she said feeling a little bold. Something
about these two men boosted her confidence like nothing else. Maybe it was
because of the blatant way they lusted after her, or maybe it was because they
actually seemed to listen to her when she talked. Whatever it was, she wasn’t
afraid to ask for what she wanted and she wanted to see Nathan’s chest.

He grimaced but reached for the buttons of his shirt,
undoing each one with slow precision.

Kiah sighed heavily and folded his arms across his chest,
glaring at his cousin. Nathan either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Tasha was
pretty sure it was the latter.

He undid the buttons at the cuff then finally stripped off
the crisp blue button-down. Tasha licked her lips as she stared at his chest.
The defined lines of his muscles just called for her tongue.

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