Her Guys [Blessed 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

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Lunn watched Katarina walk into the house at 1:00 am the next night. He had just gotten home himself a few minutes ago. His club no longer held any appeal. Tomorrow he was going to quietly sell his half to his partner. Since he was a silent partner, the members wouldn’t notice any difference.

She looked beat. He patted the couch next to him, and she smiled then walked over and plopped down beside him. “Rough night?”

She shook her head. “Just long. Where’s Gaven?”

“In bed. He likes to go to bed early when he has to open the pub. Give me your foot. I’ll rub it.” He motioned for her to comply and wondered if she would. She looked nervously at him then flipped her shoes off. To his surprise she brought her right foot all the way to her nose and sniffed.

She looked at him and smiled. “Smells fine. I couldn’t let you touch my foot if it stank.”

Holding back a laugh, he said, “I appreciate your thoughtfulness and your limberness.” Reaching out, he took her foot and started kneading it. She sighed loudly and closed her violet eyes. A mere look into those eyes made him want to tie her up and make love to her all night long. A smile twitched his lips when she slowly slid down until her head rested on the overstuffed arm of the leather couch. His dick jumped when he remembered how flexible she’d shown herself to be. In the blink of an eye she had moved her foot to her nose. No warming up necessary. She would be a lot of fun to play with. All he had to do was talk her and Gaven into it.

“That feels heavenly. You have great hands.” Her voice was soft and drowsy.

He worked up to her calf and gently massaged it. The soft texture of her skin was arousing. She mumbled something then totally relaxed. Working his hands down her smooth flesh, he looked at her foot as he kneaded it. Cute red-colored toenails drew his attention. One day he’d tie her up and kiss her pretty painted toes.

A loud snore rose from her, and then the sound faded to cute breathy puffs. The sight caused him to chuckle. He picked up her other foot and rubbed it for a few minutes, loving the feel of her silky skin. Every so often she would moan then go back to her light snoring.

As his hands continued to knead her lower leg, he flashed back to that morning, their first morning together. She’d come down to the kitchen and dropped into a chair. Her eyes had held a drowsy, sexy look, and her skin had been beautifully flushed. Coffee and a muffin had livened her up. He would have loved to watch her for a few hours, but once she’d realized it was two in the afternoon, she’d scrambled out of the kitchen throwing a “Thanks for the breakfast. It was delicious” over her shoulder as she raced up the stairs and into her room. Within thirty minutes she’d left for work.

Lunn had enjoyed serving her a light breakfast. The sight of her in a soft nightshirt showing her delicate knees and curvy calves had stirred his desire for her, and touched something deep in his chest.

A loud snore came from her causing him to chuckle again. He lightly squeezed her calf once more and she groaned then sank deeper into the couch. Deciding to take her to her room, he put her foot down and moved to pick her up. Sliding his arms under her upper back and knees, he lifted her easily. She was such a delicate thing. A delicate thing he wanted badly. Her scent tantalized and tormented him. What he wouldn’t give to be able to take her to his bed and hold her all night long. In time he’d do it. He could be very patient when he had to be.

After entering her room, he bent over the bed and jerked the covers back then laid her down. Her hands clutched his shirt, and he waited patiently for her to release him. She pulled closer to him then sniffed his shirt. A smile curled her lush lips, and her fingers relaxed.

As he started inching back, she mumbled, “Lunn…Gaven…” A small, sexy grin curved her mouth upward.
Cute
.

She said something he couldn’t understand, and then she whispered, “Love them.”

Shock slammed into his chest. Swallowing hard, he quietly left the room. Could she really love them? Both of them? Or had she just been talking in her sleep? He walked back the living room and poured himself a drink. As he drank it he realized that the thought of her loving them pleased him a lot. Usually the L-word would have had him running away at top speed, but not this time.

Taking another drink, Lunn decided to watch her more closely and read his own body’s signs when she was around. Something about her still seemed familiar to him. His mind replayed watching her in his home and at the pub. The pub. It hit him as hard and fast as a lightning bolt.

Flower! She was Flower from Rico’s. They called her “violet eyes.” No wonder the electricity between all of them was so hot. It had been building for seven years. He and Gaven had been watching her for a long time, and obviously she had been watching them as well. Lunn couldn’t hold back the smile that curled his lips.

He looked up the stairs. This was something he’d be keeping from Gaven for a little bit. The last thing he needed was Gaven freaking out. The poor guy didn’t trust a woman to love him enough to stay with him forever.

If he was correct, they were both falling in love with a woman who had already fallen in love with them. An eternity with her and Gaven sounded good to him. Mind racing, he started plotting ways to test her and get them all together.

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Katarina stretched and then made herself go get her clothes out of the dryer. At least the washer and dryer were on the second floor with them. This house was designed to be lived in. She could appreciate that. Turning away from the rerun she’d been watching on TV, she grabbed her basket and retrieved her clothes.

Back in her room she dumped her clothes and started folding them. As she folded a pair of her favorite shorts, she remembered the way her guys’ eyes always followed her when she wore them.
Her guys.
She wished it were true. Living with them for the last two weeks was a combination of misery and bliss. A shiver raced up her spine as she thought about how Lunn had been watching her so closely lately.

A bloom of heat hit her core as she remembered the look of lust in his dark-blue eyes. He didn’t even try to hide it. She wished she could be that brave and bold. She had tried to take Rain and Branda’s advice, but she just wasn’t strong enough to do it. The most she’d done was wear shorter shorts and take her birth control pills in front of them. Sadly, flirting was something she didn’t seem to have a knack for. If she did, now would have been the time to use it. She was living with two hot men that she loved, and she just couldn’t come on to them. Oh, how she longed to be different.

Her cat jumped on the bed and knocked over her stack of folded clothes. “Look what you’ve done, Boris.” She eyed the cat and huffed out a frustrated breath when he gave her an
I don’t think so
look. Every time she came up with a name for him, he looked at her like that. It was creepy and cool at the same time. It was like he was waiting for her to guess his real name. As she straightened the stack of clothes, an idea popped into her head.

After picking the cat up, she closed her eyes and squinched her face. “Reveal to me this cat’s name.” A slight tingle raced up her spine and circled her head. The name “
Volker”
appeared clearly in her mind.

“Volker.” She said the name out loud as she turned the cat so she could see its face.

“Congratulations. You finally figured it out,” Volker said with a touch of sarcasm.

She squealed and jumped back, dropping the cat at the same time. “Did I make you do that?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically and twitched his whiskers. “It took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for you say my name for weeks. When you said my name out loud, it cleared your mind and allowed you to understand me. Concetta sent me to help you become the witch she knows you can be.”

“Who is Concetta?”

“A good witch. She blessed the Cortino family because of a kind deed done by Ettore Cortino. Gaven is close to the Cortino family and has the same pure heart they have. Your connection to Gaven and your kind soul have drawn her attention to you.”

“A good witch. Can I meet her sometime? Can you change shapes? Are you a witch?” Now that her shock was over, she wanted to know everything.

“I’m not a witch. I’m just what my name means, guardian of people.”

“As a cat?” she blurted doubtfully. What could a cat do?

“Not hardly. I’m an immortal warrior.” At her raised brow, he added, “Laban, one of the Elders, took offence when I told him to go to hell. He’s a rude and demanding fellow. He deserved it.”

She stared at him as confusion enveloped her. “Who are the Elders?”

“A group of magical beings. Most of them are ancient witches. Laban thought I was cute and wanted me to suck him off. I refused. In retaliation, he took away most of my powers and turned me into a pussycat.”

“Forever?”

“No. He doesn’t have that much power. My sentence is one hundred years. Seventy of those have already passed. The other Elders couldn’t revoke my sentence, but they did make sure I only work for good witches.” He paused for a moment and then swished his tail. “Just because I’m bisexual doesn’t mean I want every man and woman I see. Obviously, he didn’t understand that.”

“If I could, I’d cast a spell to free you. I can’t do that, can I?” she asked. It would be wonderful if she could.

“No, but it’s nice of you to think of it. Back to your other question. I don’t know if you’ll ever meet Concetta. She’s a private sort. Maybe one day she’ll reveal herself to you. My job is to help you as much as I can.”

“Can you teach me spells?” She was in fierce need of a teacher.

“No. I’m a warrior, not a witch, remember?” he reminded her and raised a brow sardonically.

Yeah, a sarcastic one, she thought to herself. “What good are you to me then?” His sarcasm was rubbing off on her.

“My job is to do whatever Concetta wants me to do. Right now she wants me to babysit you and guide you when I can. You’re not the first witch I’ve been around, you know.”

“Why are you so testy? It’s not my fault you smarted off and got turned into a cat.” She watched him plop down on the edge of the bed with his front legs and head hanging over the side of the mattress. He looked so dejected. She felt sorry for him.

“The neighbor’s cat is in heat, and her scent is driving me crazy. This is part of my punishment from that asshole. I’m a picky lover, you see. As a cat, I’m forced to bang any cat in heat.”

“That’s awful. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?”

His head sprang up, and he raced to the window. “You can open the window for me. Lunn turned off the window alarm this morning when Gaven cut a stinky one. I watched him open the window and then close it when the room smelled better. He didn’t reset the code.” Volker looked out the window. “I can see her.” He arched his back and kneaded the window seal.

Katarina walked to the window, and sure enough a black cat with white paws was looking up at Volker. He twitched his tail, and she relented. Within a second, she had the window open. Volker was lucky that there was no screen to remove. That would have taken several minutes to take off.

Before he left, he turned to her. “Leave it open so I can get back in.” With that said, he leapt for the closest branch on the tree outside her room. With graceful movements, he jumped from branch to branch. One final leap had him on the ground and approaching his happy prey. She grinned and went back to folding her clothes.

A bird flew past her window, and she watched as it flew to the highest branch she could see. Speaking of higher, she looked at the ceiling and wondered what was up there. Lunn had told her not to go to the third floor because the only things up there were manly stuff, and he didn’t want her to get hurt. Hurt how? She twisted her lips to the side as she wondered what kind of manly stuff was up there.

The sound of the doorbell drew her from her wonderings. Going downstairs, she looked through the peephole and saw a woman with red lips and big sunglasses. She wondered if the woman was a friend of Lunn’s, or maybe a work associate of his. Moving to the security panel, she put in the code he had given her. Opening the door, Katarina watched in horror as the woman pushed her way inside. Who was this bitch?

Going to Lunn’s liquor cabinet, she poured herself a drink then stared Katarina down. “Don’t get comfy here. Lunn is mine.” A bark came from the woman’s purse, and a small head sprang up. “It’s okay, Rosie Ann. She won’t be here long. Mama is going to make sure of it.”

Anger was starting to get hold of her. “I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave.”

Rosie Ann growled.

Katarina looked at the little fur ball. It growled again. “Don’t forget to take your mutt with you.” She headed to the door and opened it wide.

A large man appeared and sneered at her. “You don’t belong here. We’ve been watching you.” His cruel brown eyes ran down the length of her body, and he licked his lips. “I see why Lunn is interested in you, but you don’t look tough enough to play his games.”

She was starting to see red. Pointing her finger out the door, she commanded, “Leave.”

The man looked at her wrist and grinned. “I see he hasn’t played with you yet.” His eyes narrowed. “Or maybe you don’t fight him. Do you just lie there and let him do all the work?”

Pulling her fist back, she was in the process of knocking him out when his hands rushed up and blocked hers then quickly caught her wrists.

He pulled her to him and sniffed her hair. “I like your claws. Maybe you’re better than I thought. Time will tell.” She tried to kick him, but he blocked again and pushed her up against the wall. “You don’t belong here. Lizzann does, and she will be back before you know it. When you are put out on the street, I’ll be by to pick you up.”

Going into beat-down mode, she screamed and tried to head-butt him. He dodged and laughed then took a sniff of her neck. “Sweet.” He tightened his hold on her and licked the side of her face.