Keeping Katie (7 page)

When he pulled back, she was panting for breath. He didn't stop. Now his lips moved across and down her skin to kiss and lick her neck.

"Katie, Katie, Katie." He whispered her name like a prayer. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His lips vibrated against her neck, making her moan.

"I could say the same for you." She felt him chuckle as he shifted to the other side of her neck, moving lower. One of his hands glided up over her waist to cup her breast and he squeezed it. Her knees almost buckled. His strong arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against the hard wall of his muscled chest. He raised his head.

The golden flecks in his hazel eyes where beautiful to gaze at.

"Katie, I need you. Let me make love to you." He was so tender, so sweet, she wanted him, but reality and fear set in as she remembered her scars. What if he didn't like what he saw? Katie swallowed hard, trying not to panic.

~ * ~

Jordan felt her stiffen and sensed her change of mood. Something was worrying her.

Shit, he must have scared her, being too bloody desperate to make love to her.

"Katie, what is it? I've been an asshole coming on too strong. I'm sorry."

"No, it's not you. I want nothing more than to make love with you, but I have some things you may not like." Her wide blue eyes filled with nervousness.

What would he possibly not like about Katie? Maybe there was someone else?

"You
do
have a boyfriend."

"No, I don't."

Inwardly, he sighed with relief. She avoided his gaze, and that just wouldn't do. He put his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze back up to his. "Tell me, please. I promise you there is nothing that could make me need you less than I do now," he said softly, not wanting to frighten her further.

A sweep of strong emotion washed over him, the same kind of feeling he had for Jack. Jordan knew he'd lost his heart to this sweet little Aussie girl. He loved her. He saw her swallow and draw in a deep breath. Gently, she pushed at his chest; reluctantly he stepped back giving her the space she wanted.

"When I was eight, I got hurt. It left me with some horrible scars."

Her confession made him want to laugh. He didn't care about scars; all he cared about was Katie.

"Will you show me please?" he coaxed. If she needed her confidence built, then he definitely wanted to be the one to help. Jordan's thoughts turned to Jack. He wasn't due home for a few hours yet. He'd have plenty of time to forewarn her and tell her his secret; he would also have to warn Jack before introducing him to Katie.

She gave a nod. Jordan's eyes tracked the movement of her hands as they moved down to the hem of her shirt. She gripped it tightly in her fingers before lifting it up and over her head, peeling both layers off in one sweep.

He sucked in a sharp breath, seeing the gorgeous swell of her breasts covered by white satin-laced bra. Oh god, his cock hardened to the point of pain. She was magnificent; his gaze lowered to her left shoulder. From the bra strap a series of red and white raised scar tissue snaked its way downward to just above her elbow. His eyes swept over the rest of her semi exposed body, noticing a second scar on the right side of a beautiful rounded belly, but all he could think about were her fantastic, full hips. Jordan forced himself to focus back on the scars. It wasn't a wonder she was worried. Any lesser man would have seen them as ugly.

He smiled at her and reached for her hand, tugging her back into his embrace. He lowered his head to kiss along her neckline to her shoulders.

"Is this all you are worried about?" His hand traced along the side of her stomach scar, spreading his fingers out to feel the smoothness of her skin. Her vanilla scent was driving him crazy. "You are," he breathed between his kisses, "the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever set eyes on." He felt her tremble in his arms. He glanced up at her to see her eyes brimming with tears.

"You're not just saying that?" she squeaked in a small voice. He gave her a wicked smile.

"Sweetheart, this doesn't lie." He took her hand and guided it down to the bulge in his jeans. He skimmed his other hand up over her shoulder to the bra strap, slipping his fingers under it to slide it down her shoulder. "I want to kiss, lick and taste every inch of your beautiful body." He watched as her eyes darkened with desire. He covered her mouth with his and this time she responded just as hungrily to his kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around him, moulding herself into him.

Jordan skimmed his hand down under the waistband of her shorts. She gasped into his mouth when he rubbed the palm of his hand over her panties. He could feel how wet the silky material was. He groaned into her mouth, so hot and ripe. He pressed his fingers into her wetness, finding her hard little nub then he pressed and rubbed it over and over again, soaking the material further.

"Oh, oh Jordan!" she panted, her wide-eyed gaze filled with surprise and pleasure as he pushed her towards an orgasm. She clung to him as her entire body began to tremble in his arms.

"Yes, that's it baby, come for me," he whispered close to her ear. He took the lobe of her ear into his mouth, sucking on it before swirling his tongue inside. Her eyes closed, and her red lips parted as she panted. He tightened his grip on her, watching the flush rise though her neck into her cheeks. She convulsed and cried out as she came for him. The sight of Katie almost had him coming in his pants. She was so breathtaking when she came. He continued to press her clit through the material of her panties, riding her through her climax.

"Oh, sweetheart, I think you needed that." He kissed her softly as he pulled his hand out. He was struggling to keep himself from ripping off her clothes and plunging himself into her wet heat. No, she deserved better than a hasty fucking in the hallway.

Jordan pulled away.

"Go shower, sweetheart." Fuck, he loved that dazed, confused expression on her sweet face.

"But I though you wanted me."

"Sweetheart, I do most desperately, but we're going to do this properly, I want to make your first time special. Right now I don't trust myself." He tasted her lips thoroughly before pushing her into the bathroom and closing the door.

His hand gripped the doorknob tightly as he pressed his forehead against the timber of the bathroom door. Jordan drew in a deep breath trying to calm the raging desire in his body. It was no use. He forced himself away from the door and hurried down the hall into Jack's room. He had to take care of his hard on before he could take care of Katie.

Jack pushed open the door of his apartment. It was always nice to get home from work early. He was looking forward to this weekend. Fucking Jordan was always a given, but adding Katie to the mix would be a nice topper.

He saw the shopping bags on the kitchen counter. Jordan must have just arrived home. He peeked in some of the bags to find them surprisingly free of frozen dinners but full of fresh ingredients. He did a quick check of the freezer. Only two microwave meals left. What had Jordan been up to?

He stripped off his jacket, tie and shirt as he walked down the hall. He heard the sound of the water running in the bathroom. He smiled, quickly ridding himself of the rest of his clothing. Quietly he opened the bathroom door. Stepping into a cloud of steam, he could hardly see a foot in front of himself.

"Damn it, Jordan, why didn't you put the exhaust fan on?" he growled, reaching for the shower door.

A startled gasp and a scream followed. Jack was momentarily stunned, taking a second to realise he was staring at a magnificently naked, wet woman, but not just any woman. It was Katie Weston. As much as the sight brought extra blood rushing into his already hard dick, he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing in his shower.

She screamed and scrambled back against the shower wall. Her foot slipped out from under her. Before Jack could lunge forward and catch her, she fell. He heard her head hit the side of the tiles with a sickening thud. Katie slumped down onto the shower floor.

"Fuck." His back got wet as he bent down to lift her off the wet floor. Jordan burst through the door. He too was naked and wet. Jordan's expression was one of fear and confusion as he saw Jack holding an unconscious Katie.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jordan accused, glaring at him. "Good god, is she all right? What did you do to her?"

"She was just..." Jack stumbled on his words. "I thought she was you. She slipped and fell, okay? Hand me a towel."

Jordan grabbed a towel, draping it over her naked body. Jack thought it a pity to cover such a mouth watering luscious body. He hadn't failed to note the scars on her stomach and shoulders. Not that he cared about scars; she was still a sexy little kitten with full round creamy breasts and pink rose bud nipples.

"Either I'm in the worst nightmare of my life or best fucking fantasy," said Jack in mild irritation.

"Not funny, Jack. Give her to me."

Jack held on to her, gazing down at her face. He didn't want to let her go just yet. "I'll put her on the bed, check her head then you and I need to talk. Oh, and turn off the water." Jordan's face flushed guiltily, glancing at Katie before giving a nod.

Jack carried Katie into the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed he hooked the towel around her back then he pulled the blanket at the foot of the bed over her. Jack gently ran his fingertips over Katie's scalp looking for any breaks in the skin. She had a small lump on the left side of her head, but he was certain she was going to be all right. Jordan came in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Put some clothes on, Jack. You've scared the shit out of Katie enough today."

Jordan walked over to the drawers, pulling out a pair of Jack's boxers. Jack caught them when Jordan tossed them over. He stood up to pull them on. His hard dick protested being covered.

"Let me guess, little Katie Weston is you're new apprentice?"

"You know her?" Jordan's jaw dropped in surprise.

"Ironically, yes. She's the new office cleaner at the firm. I managed to talk her into going out with me tomorrow night."

Jordan seemed stunned. He sat down on the end of the bed and stared at Katie.

"She told me she had a date tomorrow, but I had no idea it was you." Jordan gave a dry laugh. "To think I was jealous when she told me about the date."

Jack moved around the bed. He put his hand onto Jordan's shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. Jack gave a laugh at the craziness of the situation, but his mind was ticking over with other possibilities.

"I don't think she knew we know each other, let alone are together. This is not a bad thing. I am sure she is attracted to both of us, and I know for certain I want to fuck the little kitten as much as you do."

"She's more than just a fuck, Jack," Jordan said defensively.

Jack recognized that look in Jordan's eyes. He cared deeply for Katie. Not that it was hard to do. Jordan always seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, where Jack was more guarded. "She is innocent, Jack. Katie's been through a lot, and needs someone there for her." This news made Jack raise a curious eyebrow. She was innocent. It certainly seemed to fit with her sweet demeanour.

"Come on, I think we'd best share information on our new little lady in the kitchen. I'll shower and see you there. She'll be okay."

Jordan gave a resigned sigh and left for his room while Jack hurried though a shower. He checked on Katie once more before leaving, watching the even rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Jack moved in to trace his finger over the burn scars on her left shoulder and arm.

A dark rage came over him, wondering how, or who had hurt her. He carefully peeled down the blanket and towel, licking his lips at the sight of her glorious full breasts, but his gaze lowered to her stomach and the other scar marring her creamy skin. It looked like a gunshot wound. He'd seen similar wounds and scars on his father, injuries he'd received while serving in the army.

Jack covered her up and dressed in casual pants and a shirt. He dropped a T-shirt and spare pair of boxers onto the end of the bed for Katie's use then headed out to find Jordan.

~ * ~

Jordan was putting away the groceries' when Jack walked in. He moved around the island bench to pull Jordan into his arms for a deep kiss.

"I'm guessing you didn't tell her you're bisexual and have a boyfriend," Jack teased when he broke the kiss. Jordan felt guilty enough as it was bringing Katie home without telling him. He loved Jack as much as he now loved Katie and didn't want to lose either of them.

"I know we can't keep it from her for long. I just don't want her to freak out and run off before she's given us a chance." Jordan wasn't sure what he would do if she did.

Jack pulled away from him to grab a beer from the fridge. "You think she'll do that?

Freak out and run off?"

"I don't know. She's had no experience with men, let alone men like us."

"Is she really a virgin?"

"If you hadn't come home for the next hour or so, she wouldn't have been." Jordan couldn't suppress the wicked little smile that snaked across his face.

"You've more cunning than I give you credit for," Jack said with a smile of his own.

He leaned against the kitchen counter and Jordan could almost see his brain ticking over. "Tell you what, I'll concede to the better man on that part. You can have her first, but I get her cherry arse as your cock is way thicker than mine."

"I think we'll let Katie decide." Jordan frowned at him.

"I think you're missing the big picture here. Katie is sweet, beautiful and I bet, open-minded. She's a fresh slate to work on, and I'm willing to lay down good money she'll be a perfect third for us. It feels right."

Jordan sighed, wanting it to be true more than anything. Jack was spot on as usual--

it did feel right. Jordan glanced down at the fish Katie had persuaded him to buy, not knowing what to do with it.

"Not to mention she can cook."

Jack laughed. "You see, perfect."

But they were still a long way off from converting a feeling into fact. "So what do we do to convince her?"