Page 61 of Never Dance with the Devils
“I hope so,” I answer, but I have a more important question for Kayla. “I know you wanted that deal and were already putting up with that guy’s bullshit to get it. Are you mad about losing it?”
Kayla waves off the concern. “No. I’m frustrated that I let it get that far. There’s no need for me to raise my voice like that or for you to resort to violence. Jessup has a patent I want, but there’s always another way to achieve the goal. I should’ve redirected a long time ago. He was just the easiest path.”
“Thatwas the easy way?” I balk, confusion knitting my brows.
“Dealing with a misogynistic asshole?” She laughs. “That’s been my working life every day that ends in Y for a decade. Now I have to figure out how to get the process he has patented another way. That’s definitely harder.”
“But you like a challenge, right?” I lean my head toward Riggs, making it obvious I mean her taking us on as a passion project.
“Apparently,” she says, rolling her eyes even as her voice says she’s not annoyed by that at all.
KAYLA
There’s going to be fallout from what happened tonight, and dealing with the complications of that mess will land on my desk soon, but the still churning adrenaline partnered with the unexpected opportunity to go home with Riggs and Maddox feels like the biggest victory of all and I’m flying high.
By the time we bust through my front door, we nearly tumble to the foyer floor in an ungraceful attempt to keep our hands on each other. Both Brent’s clumsy insults and David Jessup’s patent are long forgotten, replaced with a need to touch and be touched.
I’ve become one of those annoying clichés where the white knight steps in to save the damsel in distress and she thanks him by dropping to her knees.
Except I was never in distress and I’m most definitely not the one falling to the floor. That would be Maddox as he gets on his knees, not to apologize again but for the prize he’s definitely earned.
I gasp as his hands grip my thighs to push my skirt up. A shiver runs over my skin as his thumb grazes overmy clit through my soaked panties. A soft whimper fills the air as his touch is replaced by hot breath. I want to melt into the pleasure, but Riggs catches my face in his big hands, forcing my attention to him.
“Kayla.” His voice is silky gravel, demanding. I blink through the haze clouding my vision and when I focus, I can see that he’s pained. “I wanted to kill that man with my bare hands for what he said to you.”
He’s telling the truth. It’s as clear as day in his eyes, and though he did no such thing, the guilt is there all the same. In my preoccupation with Maddox being the one to actually throw a punch, I kind of forgot to consider Riggs’s reaction to Brent’s words. And now, he’s warning me about some perceived darkness inside him, but to me, it sounds familiar, and wanted. He matches my own aggressive tendencies, just in a much different form. I channel them into cutthroat negotiations while he sticks to hockey, but tonight was an almost dangerous detour from that for the both of us. For all of us.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t or you wouldn’t be here with me now,” I whisper, “and I want you here with me.” I follow the words with a kiss, opening for him immediately as our passion ignites.
I feel hands all over me, and I don’t know if they’re Maddox’s, Riggs’s, or my own, but together, we’re working our clothes off, dropping them carelessly to the floor at our feet. The feel of their warm skin against mine is heaven and I let my fingers dance over the hills and valleys of their arms… their abs… and lower.
My mind becomes… singular.
Need.
Want.
More.
Everything.
Something changed tonight. I feel wild in the way I did that first night with them, when I was anonymous and free, except now, I’m known… and free. It’s a powerfully heady combination, a recklessness that comes only from the safety net Riggs and Maddox can provide.
I want to fly. I want to be pinned down. I want to be fucked until my body can’t take any more, and then fucked again. I want to be worshiped divinely. I want to feel everything, experience all that I can. I want to blot out the world and exist only in the pocket we create.
My hips buck as the emptiness inside me aches, needing relief. “Fuck me,” I moan as Maddox slides a finger into me, petting the front wall of my pussy. “Now.”
“This what you want, Princess?” he murmurs, the vibration of his words teasing over my clit.
“Yes,” I hiss. “More.”
“You want us in your ass too?” That’s not what I meant, but a shudder immediately works through me and I almost lose my footing. “Taking that as a yes,” Maddox growls.
Like a choreographed dance, Maddox stands up in front of me as Riggs moves behind me, swiping a hand over my pussy lips before spreading my own juices over my asshole. I should stop him, or ask Maddox to do it instead, but I don’t. I want Riggs’s thick finger there to stretch me, to fill me until I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Relax,” Riggs groans, pressing in a bit. I make a whimpering noise, and Maddox takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking painfully hard and nippingthe sensitive flesh to distract me from the intensity of Riggs working his way into me. “Fuck, Kayla. You’re so damn tight. Relax for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just do it. I don’t care if it hurts. I want it. I want you.” The words are a tumble of encouragement as I go liquid for him, inch by inch, and his finger slips into me, filling me and making my eyes roll in their sockets.