The Complete Kit Davenport Series

by Tate James

After only seconds, Caleb released one of my hips and gathered up my hair in his hand, pulling gently to bring my face back up to the mirror. “I want you,” he gasped, “to keep watching.”

“Took you long enough,” River's honey-like British voice scolded as we entered the bedroom. He was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, once again in his suit pants and crisp shirt, but the sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose around his neck. His face always sported at least a couple of day’s growth, but he was looking just a little rougher than usual. So did Cole, and fuck it was a good look on them. A shiver of arousal ran through me, and I knew I was already wet. Not from the shower, either.

“I think right now, I'm in the mood to watch.” His voice was pitched low, and I could practically feel the words caressing my skin, making me break out in gooseflesh once more. “Mmm, and what would you like to watch… sir…?” I murmured, my tongue flicking out to wet my lips. Without a doubt, this was a first for me. Being watched, so openly, as another man did whatever to me. Even when River and I’d had sex with Cole in the bed, it hadn't been like this. This was exposed, vulnerable, raw, and it was majorly turning me on.

“For now, Kitten, I'm going to need to see those legs open a bit wider.”

“Perfect,” he purred back. “Cole, why don't you check and see how turned on our girl is getting.”

“Gladly, sir,” Cole smirked, his fingers finally reaching that inch higher and rubbing a couple of quick, firm circles over my clit, then diving deep into my aching pussy. A gasping moan dragged from my throat, and I arched into his hand, desperate for more. Cole's lips recaptured my nipple again as his fingers pumped slowly into me, his tongue flicking over my tight peak before he grabbed it in his teeth and gently bit down. “Oh my god,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back a bit. “Cole…” “Cole?” River prompted, and Cole released my nipple from his mouth, then, devastatingly, removed his fingers as well. “I'd say pretty damn turned on, sir,” he reported back, and River gave a noise of approval.

“Kitten,” he murmured, replacing his tongue with two thick, skilled fingers and making me moan. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“Do as you're told, Kitten. I'd hate to have to punish you for disobeying an order…”

“River,” he panted, his rigid length lying against his ripped stomach, glistening with my saliva. “Got it,” River replied to the unspoken request from Cole, his voice a bit tighter than his usual level of calm as he thrust into me a couple more times then withdrew completely. Whimpering a protest, I whipped my head around to give him a frown of confusion, but he just threw me a saucy wink and smirk. Cole sat up and reached forward. Grabbing me by the waist, he hauled me closer so that I was situated over his hips. With one hand, he grabbed my face and locked his lips to mine in a searing kiss while the other lined up his cock to my entrance and thrust in with one movement. My mouth occupied, I was helpless to speak anything more than little noises of encouragement. Threading my own hands around his thick neck for balance, I began moving. As I rode him, this huge, tattooed man, I felt River still situated behind me. His hands reached around, grasping my breasts while his hard cock pressed against my lower back.

River's hand cupping my cheek brought my gaze back up to him, and his thumb teased my lips open. With a sexy wink, he pressed the head of his dick to my lips, and I eagerly flicked my tongue out, tracing the slit down the center that was leaking salty fluid, then pulling him further into my mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured, meeting my gaze as he pushed in deeper, meeting the resistance of my throat then breaching it as I relaxed and took him in full. Cole's thrusting was picking up in speed, and I could tell he was close to coming. Fuck, so was I. Again. His hand left my hip and reappeared on my clit, rubbing and circling it from underneath, his hand alongside his own slapping balls. Groaning hard around River's dick, pleasure began radiating through me, and I wondered if my legs were going to give out before this was over. Glancing up at River, I saw his focus was on Cole, and he gave him a small nod. His motion picked up a bit of speed, indicating his own release was close.

Without knocking, the bedroom door swung open, and Caleb stood there with his arms folded over his chest as he appeared to take in our three naked, sweaty forms collapsed on the bed in front of him. “I hate you all.” He scowled, a sexy pout on his face, and River ran a hand over my naked backside, as if to tease Caleb. “You could always join us…” River suggested with a sly grin, and I perked up at this new turn of events.

“Pumpkin Spice Latte? Blergh. Pumpkins are vegetables and don’t belong in coffee, Cal.” My exhaustion was making me bitchy, but that was an opinion I’d stick by.

“Kitten,” he murmured in a voice so soft I could barely hear it over the sound of the shower. “I feel like I’m falling in love with you.”

“Actually, darling,” I said in a louder voice, turning to Austin and placing a hand on the front of his shirt. “Why don’t we dance a little? We always come to these things, and you never dance with me.” I pouted like a petulant trophy wife, and Austin’s emerald eyes widened a fraction. He flicked a lightening fast glance from me to Vali and back again before sinking into the character he was playing. “Well, sugar pea, that’s because you can’t dance,” he responded, loud enough for the men standing near us to hear and chuckle a little. “Darling.” I affected a whining, bored housewife sort of voice. “You know I’ve been taking lessons with the pool boy. Please?” I pouted, and Austin put up a good act of looking pained by my pleading. Or maybe it wasn’t an act. Either way, he sighed heavily and steered me out onto the dance floor where other couples were swaying though a formal sort of waltz.

Time seemed to elongate, and the result of Austin’s spell appeared to play out before my eyes in slow motion as Mr. Gray—Richard Liath, high-powered businessman, billionaire, sadist, and rapist—split open down the middle and exploded from the inside like a fucking tomato in a microwave. His skeleton held his mostly human shape while the edges of the wound torn from throat to crotch flew apart and tore off, sending chunks of blood, tissue, and flesh splatting all over the room. Miraculously, not a single piece landed on me. Next, his eyes burst in his skull like rotten grapes, leaving oozing streams of blood and fluid seeping down his cheeks as his lifeless form crashed to the ground and disappeared from my view.

“Oh, so you’re calling me a slut now?” I yelled back at him, pushing him out of the way to grab the butter out of the fridge and bring it back to the island. “No, you dense bitch! I am not.” He slapped the stick of butter out of my hand, and I gasped as it hit the floor. Without really thinking about what I was doing—something I was doing a lot of lately—I reacted on instinct. And slapped him across the face.

The answer became pretty clear, though, when his hand shot out faster than a whip. Instead of the reciprocal slap I’d braced for—because I totally deserved it—his fingers closed around my wrist, yanking me into his chest, and he slammed his lips onto mine. For a heavy, weighted moment, we both froze. For once since we’d bonded, I actually paid a little more attention to what Austin was feeling, and what I found there left me with only one clear option. My lips parted under his, and my hands grasped hold of his head, returning his kiss with equal force. How it happened I wasn’t altogether sure, but one moment we were standing there, kissing like our fucking lives depended on it, and the next Austin had lifted me onto the island. My bowl of flour and sugar went flying, but who gave a shit about flour?

“How dare you,” he panted after some time when he pulled back with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes, “get angry at me for my emotions when you know better than anyone how I feel about you?”

“Say it then,” I whispered in a husky voice, thick with desire and panic. “Tell me out loud because I promise you, you’re as easy to read as a fucking hieroglyphic.”

“I’m in love with you, Princess.” Floored. I was totally floored. That was not what I’d been expecting. I mean, sure, I was expecting something along those lines but more like, I don’t know, “I really like you.” That would have sufficiently stunned me, but he just jumped in there with both feet.

“This is the part where you say it back, baby girl,” he teased, but there was a tightness around his eyes that matched the spike of panic running through him. “Sorry,” I blurted. “I wasn’t... I didn’t think you were going to say... that. Holy shit, Austin.” “Seriously?” he scowled, pulling back from me a little farther. “Unbelievable.” “Oh, crap! Fuck, that’s not what I meant. You just really took me off guard. Jesus fuck, yes, you infuriating piece of shit, I’m in love with you too.” I reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck, slamming my lips against his and reigniting the fire that had just seen the downfall of my baking attempt.

Austin’s ink-covered hand cupped my cheek, and he pulled back for a moment as his pierced shaft met my naked cunt, rubbing down the length of me and making me shiver with delight. “Say it again,” he demanded in a raw and sexy voice. Meeting his eyes, I dropped the act, letting him feel the full scope of my emotions as I spoke what felt like the first truly honest words I’d ever given him. “I love you, Austin.”

“Huh,” Vali muttered, grabbing one of my legs in a strong hold and pulling me tight against him while my upper body sprawled on the hood of the luxury car. “I see why my little brother keeps destroying your underwear.” “Don’t—” Before I could even finish the damn word, let alone the warning, a little fire ball had incinerated my black silk thong. “Seriously? Ugh, you two are as bad as each other!”