Devon's Pair: Powertools, Book 4 (11 page)

“You really think I could forget it?” Neil laughed.

“One of the best nights of my life.” James bussed her knuckles.

“What about when Kay kissed me?” She couldn’t believe heat tingled in her cheeks after all they’d been through.

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“Holy shit, Dev.” Neil knocked a napkin into his lap when someone passed close behind them. “Are you saying…?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “I think I’d like to try it. Do you suppose she would—”

“Yes!” Both guys answered in unison.

“Kayla’s bi, Devon.” James stroked a wisp of hair from her face. “She mentioned it during that snow storm we told you about. The one that finally forced her and Dave to come together.”

“Well, then.” She cleared her throat. “Maybe next time, when we’re all sharing, we could see what happens?”

“Damn, I love you.” Neil nibbled a line down her neck while James kissed her sweetly.

“We’ll be there with you. No pressure. You know how the crew works.” James held her shaking hand. “It gets better every time we’re together. And I’ve noticed lately that some of the girls have wandering hands. It might be time for another crew meeting. Have you ever wanted to touch the other guys? How would you feel about Kate or Morgan with me or James?”

“Oh.” She blinked. “That would be…interesting.”

“Interesting hot or interesting not?” Neil didn’t pressure her. He seemed genuinely concerned.

“We better talk about this more upstairs. In bed. After someone takes the edge off. Or maybe we could slip under the table here for a minute.” She practically panted. “Then I could probably think more clearly.” Both guys laughed.

“Yeah, I feel the same about it.” Neil grinned.

“Me too,” James echoed.

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“Why exactly do you three look like you’re up to no good?” Mike sauntered over, his chest puffed up to ridiculous dimensions with his lovely bride on his elbow.

Kate was radiant in her antique lace gown.

“I guess it’s because every time I think we can’t get luckier, I realize there’s more to explore. More love to share.” James stood to kiss Kate on the cheek. “I think today’s the beginning of a new era. One I can’t wait to spend with my best friends.”

Morgan and Joe rejoined the head table, a pair of shit-eating grins on their faces. Neil stealthily retucked Joe’s shirt while Devon plucked a leaf from Morgan’s hair.

“The gardens are lovely, aren’t they?” Kate winked.

“Spectacular.” Joe nodded, trying to keep a straight face.

The pop song in the background faded into a familiar wedding standard.

What a Wonderful World
had never seemed as perfect to Devon as it did in that moment. The lyrics washed over her as Kayla and Dave took the last two seats at the table.

“Tired of dancing?” Joe poked Dave in the ribs.

“Maybe we missed you guys.” Kayla rested her head on Mike’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be weird not having you around for a few weeks.”

“Don’t let things go to shit. Morgan, you’re in charge. Keep these guys in line, would you?” Their foreman chuckled. “I’m going to be too busy to answer calls for bail money.”

Kate scooted as close to her husband of three hours as her voluminous crinoline would allow. “You might be the one phoning a friend. I’m pretty sure some of the things I’ll be doing to you are illegal in most countries.” 88

“Then what the hell are we waiting for?” He stood up so fast he almost knocked his chair over.

“I wanted to say goodbye to everyone.” She sniffled. “Thank you all for making today the best day of my life. I love you. Every one of you.”

“Crap. Not again.” Morgan dabbed her eyes with the corner of a napkin. “Go on. Take your ridiculously handsome husband and get out of here.”

“All right, then I guess there’s only one more thing left to do.” Kate bustled from her chair with Mike at her elbow for support. She made it halfway across the dance floor before peeking over her shoulder and taking aim.

She tossed her bouquet in Devon’s direction.

It would have been a direct hit if not for the ceiling fan over their table.

A
whmmmp
similar to a table saw cut through the sappy music and the din of conversation before a shower of petals rained onto the rest of the crew. Devon raised her hands, palms up, to catch as much of the floral confetti as possible.

Rainbow colored bits of fauna decorated them all evenly.

The photographer Mike had hired swooped in close and took a candid picture of the disaster. Devon knew she would frame one of the standard portraits of the group they’d sat for earlier to hang in the living room of the apartment she shared with James and Neil.

But the snapshot he’d just captured would go in their bedroom.

It would live in the hearts and minds of the crew.

Forever.

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Kate’s Crew

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Sultry summer heat has nothing on the five-man crew renovating the house next door. No one could blame Kate for leaning out the window for a better view of the manscape. The nasty fall that follows isn’t part of her fantasy—but the man who saves her from splattering the sidewalk is definitely the star.

When Mike personally attends to her injuries, she realizes her white knight in a hard hat has a tender side, giving her no choice but to surrender to the lust that’s been arcing between them since day one. In the aftermath of the best sex of her life, she whispers her most secret desire: to be ravaged by his crew.

She never expected Mike would dare her to take what she wants—or that the freedom to make her most decadent desires come true could be the foundation for something lasting…

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Kate’s Crew: Where the hell had Mike disappeared to? Kate shouldn’t care, but she did.

She scolded herself when she scanned the yard for the tenth time that minute.

She’d spent the morning trying to ignore his insufferable smirk, as he strutted around the site, while mentally reciting all the reasons she couldn’t accept his unconventional proposition.

Despite this morning’s wake-up call, affairs weren’t her style. The unwise urge to prevent him from walking away after one sweaty liaison had almost overwhelmed her sense of self-preservation. Instead, she’d driven her hand beneath her thigh to keep from reaching out to tug him into bed for another romp following his shower. She couldn’t risk getting any more involved. No

matter how she prayed she could change, she would always want more—

something lasting.

The thunk of her forehead hitting the sheetrock patch she’d finished installing an hour ago almost drowned out her sigh. Her cell phone vibrated, alerting her to an incoming text message. Every hypersensitive nerve in her body jumped to attention.

She flipped open the phone. Mike.

Meet me in our laundry room. Come in through the garage. Quiet. Quick.

Ignoring his command would be prudent. Also impossible.

Kate sprinted along the hall then took the stairs two at a time before racing out the rear entrance. She hopped the low stone wall dividing their properties then snuck into the neighboring garage like a cat burglar working a world-class heist.

Her hand brushed the doorknob leading from the car bay into the house, where the washer and drier would one day go, but she got drawn inside before she could turn it. Mike’s powerful arms surrounded her, pressing her spine to his taut abdomen. The ridge of his constant hard-on fit in the valley of her ass, covered only by the thin material of her Capri sweats and her thong.

“What—”

The astringent odor of sealant wafted up from his hand, which covered her mouth. In the pitch-black, the brush of his lips on the shell of her ear startled her.

She flinched at his raspy whisper. “I want to show you something. Everyone lusts. Everyone fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.” Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Slits of light gleamed through the louvers on the interior laundry-room door, which faced into the kitchen of Mike’s fixer-upper. Now that she could hear past the galloping of her heart, she

froze. A masculine moan echoed off the tiled surfaces of the vacant living space.

No, make that several moans.

“Want to see what it could be like?” The plane of Mike’s chest cradled her as he inched them closer to forbidden delights with shuffles of his steel-toed boots.

His hands encircled her waist. The tips of his fingers teased the hem of her tank top. Then they slid beneath it to rub irresistible circles over the skin on either side of her belly button.

Kate shivered in his hold.

“Go ahead, take a peek.” He bumped her with his pelvis, grinding against her.

She worried her lip between her teeth as she debated. But the next primal grunt of pleasure dissolved all traces of resistance. Before she knew what she intended, her fingers tucked in the slats at eye level and her nose smooshed against the cool, painted wood.

Oh. My. God.

From this angle, she caught the strong profiles of both James and Neil. Tall and lithe, Neil leaned on the end of the countertop for support, his jeans unbuttoned. Framed in worn denim, his cock jutted from the vee of his fly. James hovered a mere half inch away from the head. His lips parted, glistening with saliva, as though waiting for permission.

“Suck it.” The gruff command reverberated through the space, causing a trickle of wetness to run onto Kate’s thighs.

In the kitchen, Neil buried his fingers in James’s sun-bronzed hair, using the grip to tug the kneeling man closer still. With two fingers, he aimed his erect shaft straight for James’s open mouth. When he slid inside, balls-deep with a single stroke, the look of rapture on both men’s faces stole her breath.

From behind her, Mike’s hands travelled lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. He shoved them over her hips until they pooled on the floor. “Mmm…you smell delicious. Wet already? I thought you might enjoy the show.”

He cut short her whimper when he tilted her face for a scorching kiss. But he didn’t steal her concentration from the other men for long. When she turned her head back, they had paused. Had they heard her?

Please, don’t stop!

As though they read her thoughts, the two men resumed their rough play.

James’s stout throat worked around Neil’s embedded cock. She almost cried out again when his jaw slid forward, dragging his lower lip over Neil’s tight sac.

“Fuck! Where did you learn that trick?” Neil panted.

“From me.”

Kate’s eyes widened as Dave strolled in from the living room. An impressive bulge tented the front of his cargo shorts. His hulking frame and towering stature might have been intimidating if he weren’t so quick to joke or lend a helping hand when needed.

“Son of a bitch. Can’t you two go five minutes without getting off?” Joe followed a step behind Dave. “We have a deadline…” He should have saved his breath. James continued to give Neil what looked like a world-class blow job. She thought Neil’s gaze flickered toward her and Mike’s hiding spot, but he didn’t say anything.

Joe grinned, then shrugged at Dave. “Now’s as good a time as any for a break. We need them to concentrate when we snap the chalk lines for the patio or everything will be out of square, and we’ll spend all afternoon fixing it anyway.”

The easygoing partner stripped his shorts off in two seconds flat. His cock, bare beneath the khaki, sprang free. He put one hand on the counter then hopped up beside Neil with animal grace. When his balls rested on the cool marble they’d upgraded to, he hissed.

“Come on, Dave. I see you checking out James’s ass. What are you waiting for?”