Kendall's Mates Page 11

  “Kendall.”

  “What took you so long?”

  Tate laughed, and his brothers chuckled too. “Shush, do you want to wake my brothers?”

  “Sorry. I like your brothers, but I want to go slow. Let me get used to the idea of three men.”

  “That’s fine, sweetheart. We know what we’re asking of you isn’t a traditional relationship. Some people won’t understand, but I want you to know we’re serious. We are not playing you or trying to force you into something you don’t want. You have the power here. Okay?”

  “You talk a lot,” Kendall said with a sweet smile.

  Tate shot a scowl at the closed bedroom door and the guffaw that sounded. His bear gave a testy rumble that echoed through his head. He inhaled to calm his inner turmoil. “I want to be honest with you, Kendall. That’s all.”

  “I get it.” She sobered. “But tonight it’s the two of us. Let’s enjoy the time together.” Her lips quirked and her nose wrinkled. “For all I know, you’re a selfish lover who will put me off men for life.” Her glance held pure impishness when she stared at his cock. “You might fail to perform.”

  More chortles came from the peanut gallery.

  “These traits might run in the family.”

  Tate barked out a laugh at her outrageous comments. The peanut gallery fell silent.

  He lay beside her, slipped the foil packet beneath the cushion pad where he could find it later, and pulled her into his arms. Citrus and aroused woman.

  When Kendall opened her mouth, Tate kissed her before she besmirched him and his brothers any more. Her arms curled around his neck and she pressed against him. Their kiss deepened and every rational thought left Tate’s head. This woman… Kendall made him feel as if he could do anything.

  He stroked her breasts and once their kiss ended, he moved down to sample her pink nipples. He sucked hard and strong, then pulled back to observe. Yes, a pretty raspberry.

  “Tate.” Kendall tugged at his hair to get his attention, and the tiny arrows of pain darted downward to his groin.

  “Patience, woman. I get to play. You’ve already had your turn.”

  “I get testy when I don’t get my orgasm.”

  “Information absorbed. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”

  More chuckles rumbled from the bedroom—his brothers had recovered from her insults.

  Tate moved downward and parted her legs. Kendall tensed as he blew across her moist flesh.

  “Tate.”

  “Shush.” He parted her folds with a gentle finger then ran his tongue the length of her slit. She moaned, so he repeated the move, enjoying her spicy flavor. He allowed his tongue one quick pass over her swollen clit, then settled in to tease her. He licked around her nub, smiling when she lifted her hips and tried to follow his movements. Aw, she was sweet. Ran and Sax would love her.

  Tate slipped a single finger into her channel. Her juices made his stroke an easy glide, and he added another finger while giving her a hint of a caress on her clit.

  Ran, with his reading of romances, had clued them into what women wanted and dreamed of. Not something he’d ever admit to another man apart from his brothers. He curled his fingers to explore the back wall of her sheath while giving her the slightest of friction on her nub. She cried out without warning, and satisfied, Tate upped the stimulation. He rubbed the spot that had Kendall jolting and sucked on her clit.

  She cried out again, her body tensing before her channel rippled around his fingers.

  Thank you, Ran.

  Once Kendall relaxed, he removed his fingers and reached for the condom. With quick, efficient moves, he rolled the latex down his cock and turned back to her. Kendall reached for him.

  “I take back every word,” she whispered. “You know how to operate a female body.”

  Tate smiled and hoped his brothers heard her confession. “More to come,” he said, and he covered her and guided his cock to her entrance. With the faintest twist of his hips, he entered paradise. His first stroke took him balls deep. Kendall sighed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

  “That is excellent.”

  “Good. Let’s see if we can get you to come again.”

  Her eyes brightened as she smiled at him. “I’d like that.”

  “Imagine if there were three of us,” he whispered as he withdrew and thrust back inside her. “You’d have lots of hands stroking you. Lots of cocks to play with.”

  Kendall groaned, and her hands fastened onto his ears. She tugged, and his rhythmic strokes stuttered.

  “Ow, woman! What are you doing?”

  “Enough talk. Concentrate.”

  Tate ceased thrusting but only when fully embedded in her heat. Her snug channel rippled around him. “Luckily for us, you only have one set of hands. It’s not cool to grab your lover’s ears. You’ve put me right out of the mood.”

  “Then why is your cock as hard as a spike?”

  Tate groaned. His brothers would tease the crap out of him when they next got together. “Because I’m a healthy male in my prime and I’m with a sexy woman. Any further complaints?”

  “Not really,” she admitted.

  “I can see you will challenge us.”

  “I haven’t agreed yet.”

  “But you’re considering it.” He tried not to sound smug. Before she could say anything else, Tate kissed her, aiming for distraction. His hands got busy, tugging at her tits and massaging her luscious breasts. He upped the pace of his strokes. If he came before her, he’d use his hands and mouth to get her off, although experiencing her pussy ripple around his cock… He imagined that might be close to heaven.

  Tate let one of his hands drift down to where their bodies joined. He sought her hard little nub and rubbed it while stroking into Kendall. Her hips rose, and she tightened her channel around his shaft. A hiss escaped him and he caressed her clit again, focusing on getting her off.

  When a tiny mew escaped Kendall, he tore his mouth from hers and upped the pace of his thrusts. Seconds later, he savored the tiny spasms around his shaft—the tightening and release driving him hard and fast. Tate’s bear let loose a chuff of satisfaction. Tate’s hips pumped, pleasure swamping his mind, his body. He thrust one final time and stilled, an orgasmic buzz sending him mentally flying.

  Long seconds later, aware he was squashing her, Tate rearranged his weight. He rolled her half over him and smiled up at her. Her skin was flushed and dewy, her eyes heavy-lidded while her sexy lips held a satisfied smile. Unable to resist, he kissed her—soft and lazy.

  “That was amazing,” she murmured, then gave an inelegant yawn that made him grin.

  “Go to sleep,” he murmured, tenderness filling him. Now, more than ever, he was convinced Kendall was the woman for him and his brothers.

  11 The Uncomfortable Morning After

  When Kendall woke the next morning, she was alone. Tate must’ve stoked the fire before he left because a toasty warmth caressed her back. She rolled over, and the scent of coffee urged her to full wakefulness.

  “Good morning, Kendall. I know you’re awake.”

  Sax. She was learning to distinguish between the brothers. Sax’s voice was deeper than Tate’s and Ran’s.

  “I’m also naked,” she retorted.

  A chuckle sounded, closer now. “I can’t see a thing. I’ve made you a coffee.”

  Kendall gripped the edge of the blanket covering her nakedness. She sat up but didn’t quite stop the blanket from dipping and flashing one boob. Heat collected in her face as she covered herself. Sax squatted before her to hand over the coffee. When she glanced at him, she caught his grin. It spread from his mouth and sparkled in his eyes. Oh! He had a sexy dimple. She leaned closer, wanting to kiss the dent beside his mouth.

  “You’re gorgeous.”

  His words had common sense reasserting itself. She’d slept with Tate the previous evening.

  “Um, thank you.” What was wrong with her? She wanted—needed—to go slow. Sh
e glanced around the room. “Where is Tate?”

  “The snow has stopped, and Tate and Ran went for a run. They’ll be back in an hour.”

  “A run? But how can they see where they’re running with the white stuff everywhere?”

  “Here, drink your coffee before it gets cold.” Sax placed the cup where she could reach it. “Ran and Tate grew up in Churchill. They know what they’re doing. What would you like for breakfast?”

  “Just coffee is fine. Will the helicopter pick us up this morning?”

  “Yes. In fact, we’ll clear a patch for the pilot to land. Once we’ve finished our coffee, do you want to help me?”

  Kendall stewed about her job and wondered if she’d get the sack for not turning up this morning. Although her first day had held challenges, she’d enjoyed working with Emily. Emily’s uncle, not so much. She might have only worked there for one day, but she hated to let people down once she’d given her word.

  “I’d like to help. How long will Tate and Ran be?”

  “It depends how far they’ve run.”

  Cold nipped at her bare arm, and a shiver worked through her.

  “I’ll get your clothes,” Sax said.

  Sax had already left before Kendall recalled her underwear. It was here somewhere. Frantically, she searched around her makeshift bed. Footsteps indicated Sax’s return.

  “Ah!” He stooped to pick up a filmy pair of violet panties and held them aloft. “They match your bra.”

  The heat in her face intensified. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”

  “Never.” Sax closed the distance between them and hauled her to her feet. His gaze searched hers, and she got the sense he was reading her, that he could see right inside her head to her confusion. Her secrets.

  She lifted her chin. “My undies?”

  “Would you like me to heat water for you to have a wash?”

  Kendall stared. Sax—his brothers—they kept surprising her with their thoughtfulness and decency. She nodded with alacrity. “Thank you.”

  “Drink your coffee while it’s hot.”

  Kendall righted the cushions and placed them back on the couch. Then, she sat and sipped her coffee, her mind drifting to Devon. Her mother and grandmother would be furious at her. They hadn’t imagined she had the balls to leave. Sugar! She hadn’t believed she could do it either, and now that she had, she was enjoying herself.

  No rules.

  No lectures.

  No blind dates with suitable men made without her consent.

  She’d spent the night with Tate. Great sex. Spectacular sex. Kendall sipped her coffee as she accepted that despite the pressure her family put on her, she didn’t have to follow their plans. Right now, she was forging her own path and finding she enjoyed the adventure.

  “Your thoughts look weighty,” Sax murmured. “The water will take ten minutes.”

  He carried a mug of coffee, which he’d collected while she sashayed along Past Mistakes road.

  “Thinking of home.”

  Sax’s dark brows rose. “You don’t discuss your home in England.”

  “It puts me in a funk. I’d prefer to speak of Tate and what he told me last night.”

  Sax sipped his coffee while she studied him. He didn’t squirm or appear uneasy or seem anything apart from casually interested. The consummate businessman since he didn’t give away his thoughts unless he wanted to. It made her doubt herself and worry Tate had been spinning a yarn, but why?

  “Tate told me you all like me.”

  “That’s true. You’re smart and have sexy curves. Beautiful blue eyes.”

  “He said you want to share me. Sexually.”

  “That is also true.” Sax never hesitated.

  “But why?”

  “The idea never occurred to us until we came home and met Fiona. We attended school with the Swenson brothers. They were a rough, unruly bunch, and I steered clear.”

  “Did they bully you?”

  “No, they never did, but some of their friends weren’t so restrained.” His lips quirked. “I grew slowly and took a while to get past the tiny stage.”

  “No one could call you small now.”

  He snorted. “No, and I’ve learned to handle myself. Back to the Swenson brothers. When I saw them interacting with Fiona, I wondered if a relationship like theirs might work for us. From the moment we saw you on the plane, we were attracted to you.”

  “It’s not normal.” Kendall stopped talking, aghast because she’d sounded like her judgmental mother.

  “It’s true a relationship like this isn’t traditional, but who is to say it’s not normal? Wait.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth. “No, let me finish. All we’re asking for is a chance to see if a relationship between us might work. But understand this, Kendall. Neither I, Ran or Tate will ever push you to do something you’re not comfortable with. In this liaison, you have the power.”

  “But can I trust you? How do I know you won’t talk or laugh behind my back?”

  “You don’t,” Sax said. “There are no guarantees in life. Sometimes a person has to take a leap of faith and pray for the best outcome. Life is a lottery.”

  “You truly believe that?”

  “It’s what my mother told me. I loved my mother and heeded her advice.”

  “Now you’re laughing at me,” Kendall protested.

  “A little.” Sax sobered. “All we’re asking for is a chance to learn if we have a future. You enjoyed yourself with Tate last night?”

  Her cheeks grew hot, but she didn’t avoid Sax’s question. “Yes. It was… Tate was amazing.”

  “That’s great.”

  To Kendall’s consternation, his words held truth, and his expression backed this up—the direct eye contact and steady regard.

  “How would this work?” she asked in a faint voice, her heart beating faster than before. She was going to do this, or at least see if it might work. For once, she ignored the voices in her head informing her of her family’s disapproval or the one that warned she might get hurt.

  “You spend time with us together and singularly. If you want to have sex, that’s fine. If you don’t, then that is all right too. The control is with you.”

  So Sax said, but what if they argued amongst each other? What if the inevitable gossip reached her boss and affected her job? That’s if she still had a job.

  The cabin door burst open and masculine laughter filled the air. Ran strode inside followed by Tate. Ran wore a T-shirt, jeans and a pair of boots. Tate was naked.

  Kendall gaped, and a shiver sped through her. “Aren’t you cold? Both of you?”

  Tate didn’t cover himself and, of course, her gaze drifted down to his groin. He didn’t look as if the cold bothered him.

  “What have you been doing? Tate, why aren’t you wearing clothes?” Kendall asked.

  Tate and Ran exchanged a glance. Tate’s eyes were big and wide like dinner plates while she couldn’t see Ran’s face.

  Beside her, Sax chuckled. “I’d love an explanation too.”

  “He dared me.” Tate winked.

  “We’ve prepared an area for the helicopter,” Ran added. “Decided we might as well since we were both outside. We got hot…” He trailed off with a shrug and a charming smile.

  A timer buzzed, and Sax stood. “Your water will be warm enough for you to wash. Why don’t you grab your clothes and go into the bedroom? I’ll bring the water and a towel for you.”

  “My clothes are in the bedroom,” Tate said.

  “Wait, Kendall.” Ran grasped her arm. “I’d like a good morning kiss. I bet Sax got one.” He darted over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

  “You’re cold,” Kendall objected.

  Ran kissed the tip of her nose and backed away. “You’ll be warmer once you have a wash and dress. The helicopter will arrive soon.”

  “What about the snow?” Kendall asked.

  “It’s not going to hang around for long,” Tate said. “I’l
l bet you a kiss, Kendall.”

  Kendall rolled her eyes. “You’d better get your clothes. I want privacy with no interruptions.”

  “Are you sure?” Ran asked. “I could wash your back.”

  “Ran,” Sax scolded as he passed them carrying a bowl of steaming water. A towel hung over his shoulder. “She asked for privacy.”

  “Sorry,” Ran mumbled.

  “It’s all right.” Kendall followed Sax into the bedroom. She spied Tate’s clothes, folded in a neat pile and picked them up.

  “Thank you, sweetheart.” Tate blew her a kiss and retreated.

  “I found soap for you.” Sax set the bowl of water down and pulled a bar of soap from his pocket. “Shout if you need anything.”

  Half an hour later, after they’d straightened the cabin, and discussed going outside to wander the land again, Ran stood. “That sounds like the chopper now.”

  Kendall cocked her head and frowned.

  “I hear it,” Sax said. “Kendall, do you have everything?”

  Kendall picked up her jacket and shoved her arms in the sleeves.

  “Here, let me help.” Tate pulled the jacket into place and fastened the large toggles for her. “Let me fix the collar. I like the red on you. It matches the blush in your cheeks.”

  “Flatterer,” she whispered and picked up her handbag.

  “Nothing less than the truth.”

  It was a quick trip back, over a white tundra to Churchill, and it wasn’t quite ten in the morning when the helicopter set down at the heliport.

  Kendall puffed out an anxious breath. “I’d better go to the café and see if I still have a job.”

  “Do you want one of us to come with you?” Concern etched into Sax’s features.

  “No, but thanks for the thought.”

  “Come to the house once you’re done,” Ran said. “You can check out the paint job.”

  “Watch your footing.” Tate frowned at her red runners. “It will be icy in patches.”

  Kendall hustled from the heliport, remembering to check the street in both directions in case a bear had wandered into town. She also heeded Tate’s suggestion and placed her feet with care, not wanting to fall on her butt or get her shoes wet.

  A truck crawled down the street, filled with young men. The burly blond sitting in the passenger seat opened the window and let out a shrill whistle.