Winning Her Racy Heart [Racy Nights 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

Or was his reaction to her words something more? A desire, perhaps, to run his fingers through those dark brown curls and devour her full mouth in a rough kiss? His dick was rock hard. If he didn’t put his jacket back on she might notice his raging hard-on, and he didn’t want her to know how much she’d affected him.

“Kari, you gonna offer us a drink of something while we wait for Luke?” The gleam in Buddy’s eyes was meant to be teasing, but inwardly Noah gloated over it. He knew Kari wasn’t being deliberately rude, but it was nice to see her scramble to find her manners at the sound of her father’s voice, as if she were still a child.

“Oh, of course.” She glanced around the shop. “Everything is in the back.”

“Well then, let’s go and see what you’ve done there.”

Noah followed Kari and Buddy into the back room, which looked as though it had once been a kitchen. She’d knocked out a few walls here too, because he knew none of these homes had boasted an original kitchen this large. He spotted a tiny bathroom tucked into one corner, complete with a lime-green rug on the floor and some froufrou straw basket with tiny bottles of bath products on top of the tank.

Next to that room was what he assumed was a closet. The door was too narrow for it to be anything else. A curvy blonde stood next to the door, holding a paintbrush that was getting more paint on the floor and on her clothes than on the walls. She sang along with the music blasting from an impressive set of iPod speakers. Kari reached over and pushed a button on the iPod, and the blonde whirled around with a surprised look on her face as the music stopped.

“Oh, hi there. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Alexa Monahan, this is Noah Wells. Noah and I grew up next door to each other. He and Dad are going to hang the sign out front as soon as more help arrives.”

Alexa moved to shake hands with Noah but instead sprayed paint from the brush across the tile floor. “Oops. Nice to meet you, Noah. I’ll clean that up, Kari.” Noah now knew where the paint in the other room had come from.

Kari smiled as she crossed the room and opened the fridge. “We have bottled water, soda, or something stronger if you want it.”

Noah reached past Kari for a bottle of beer just as she leaned into the fridge, and accidentally rubbed his forearm across her left breast. He braced himself for her expected recoil, but instead he watched a look of raw desire spread across her face. It was gone quickly, but Noah couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen it. “Something stronger sounds good right about now.”

Adison Kincaid drove slowly past the house Kari Tye had bought three months ago when she suddenly moved back home, just as he’d done each day after leaving his desk at Notus. He’d been following the progress on the home from the anonymity of his car, and he was impressed with how much she’d been able to accomplish.

Today, there were two trucks parked in front of the house, one of which was on the front lawn. He backed up and parked across the street, hoping they were all too busy to notice him. He was the last person Kari would want to see.

He recognized Buddy’s truck in the driveway. It was here several times a week. The truck with the winch belonged to Luke Rodriguez. He and Buddy were helping a third man hang a large aluminum sign over the front porch. Adison couldn’t quite see who the third man was until he turned his head, and then he grimaced as hot jealousy raced through his body. How the hell had Noah Wells wormed his way into her inner circle so quickly?

Kari and Alexa, the woman whom others said had moved from Manhattan with her, stood on the lawn, hands held up to shield the sun. They clapped when the sign was secure. Adison rolled down the window to listen.

“It’s perfect.” Kari’s sweet voice rang out. The last time he’d heard her voice had been when she’d told him they could still be friends. That had been right after she’d dropped out of college to move in with a Dom she’d met, and he’d impulsively married a woman he’d known for less than three months.

If only he’d known then what he knew now. Twenty-one years old and he’d been nothing but a smug shit. His marriage hadn’t last long, but then he hadn’t been surprised by that.

Adison would give his right arm to be able to turn back time. He should have gone straight to New York and begged Kari to come back home. He should have married her like they’d planned in high school. Instead he’d let his stupid pride take over his brain functions.

He chuckled softly when he read the sign—Tye Me Up. It was absolutely perfect. Had she chosen it? No doubt she had. Kari had always had a well-developed wit, even as far back as middle school. He was glad to see she hadn’t lost it. The people in this town would go nuts when they saw the name of the shop, and he was certain she knew that, but obviously she didn’t give a fuck.
Brava, Kari.

Buddy gave his daughter a quick hug, which was saying a lot. Adison had lived in this town his entire life and could count the number of times on one hand that he’d seen Buddy Tye hug any of his five children in public.

Luke walked over to talk to Alexa, and Noah hung back for a second, eyeing Kari. Adison suddenly wished he had his Bionic Ear with him, but he rarely carried any of his surveillance equipment with him these days. Perhaps he’d have to start doing so again.

To say the body language between Noah and Kari was awkward was an understatement, and the sight of Noah in discomfort made Adison grin. But he also caught the way Kari suddenly bit her bottom lip, and his heart sank. He knew that gesture. It was the same one she’d used the first time he’d asked if he could spank her. It said, “I’m afraid of you but turned on at the same time.” It indicated she was seriously considering it.

Had he waited all these years for a chance to redeem himself with her only to lose her to Mr. Loser Turned Big Shot Engineer? It couldn’t be true. He had to do something or he might lose his chance forever.

“Adison? That you over there?”

Buddy’s big mouth snapped Adison back to the present. Fuck. He’d been spotted.

“Don’t sit there in the street. Come on over.”

If he lived to be one hundred years old he’d never understand the need in this town for people to acknowledge every fucking thing the others did, even when it should have been obvious they didn’t want to be seen doing it.

Adison sighed and turned off the ignition. With any luck, they all would think he’d just pulled over a moment ago. Kari watched his progress with a wary eye. He didn’t want to look into her face, but it was impossible not to. She’d always been pretty—no doubt about that—but the woman standing between Buddy and Noah was downright beautiful.

Her body was as curvy as it had been in high school. It wouldn't be considered supermodel thin, but he didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He’d always loved it just the way it was. Her hair was as wild as he’d remembered it, and she wore it loose. His dick grew hard as he remembered what it looked like spread out on a pillow. As he crossed the street, his mind wandered from her hair to her full breasts. Would he ever caress them again? Would he taste her dusky nipples once more?

As soon as he got close enough to clearly see her beautiful gray eyes, the confidence in them shocked him. Instead of the scared, unsure young woman he’d left behind, before him stood someone who projected an aura of independence and determination. It was sexy as hell, and he hoped his coat adequately hid his raging hard on.

“How ya doin’?” Buddy shook his hand warmly. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been working a lot of overtime.” Buddy saw him at least once a week in Luke’s Bar. Why did he have to pretend in front of his daughter?

“Oh yeah. Heard about that.” He glanced at Kari. “Someone tried to break into a turbine.”

“Do you work in security?”

Adison swallowed hard at the sound of her voice. It, too had grown up. For one thing, it no longer trembled when she spoke to him. He longed to hear it in the dark again while he held her close. “I’m in charge of security at Notus for the turbine projects in this area.” He tried to keep his voice neutral so it didn’t sound like he was bragging. No doubt she’d already heard enough of that from Noah. “It’s good to see again you, Kari. You look great.”

He was an idiot. She’d never swallow a glib comment like that. He turned his attention toward the house. “I love the name of the shop.”

She gave him a half smile. “Alexa and I came up with it together.” Kari introduced Alexa, and Adison shook hands with her, only to stare at the dabs of bright pink paint on his palm afterwards.

“Jeez.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I got that shit everywhere, didn’t I?”

“It’ll come off.” He looked into Kari’s eyes. “That’s quite a color.”

“I’m going with the neon look. Pink, lime green, turquoise, and some purple just for fun.”

“I like it.”

“Thanks.”

“We should catch up sometime, now that you’re back.” Adison cut his glance to Noah, wondering if they were involved yet. Noah was standing close, like a jealous boyfriend would, but Kari’s body language gave no indication she was with him.

“Sure, Adison.” Kari’s tone of voice suggested she’d rather eat ground glass. How could he have been so stupid? He never should have let her go.

Was this shop an indication she was still into kinky stuff? Had she stayed in the lifestyle all these years? Had that Dom she’d moved in with treated her right? Of course, if he had, what was she doing back home, and under such mysterious circumstances? The look in her eyes gave him no clear answers, but one thing was certain above all else. He still regretted losing Kari Tye, and he longed for the chance to win her back.

* * * *

Kari pulled Adison close, tasting his full mouth once again. Behind her, Noah cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She’d always loved having her boobs played with from behind. Adison moved his hand between her legs. Her pussy was already so wet that both their dicks would fit inside.

Her orgasm was so close she could taste it. Adison rubbed her clit and Kari moaned loudly. Noah moved his hand to her ass and began to tease the crack between her cheeks. As he placed the head of his slick cock against the opening, Kari woke up.

“Fuck.” She whispered into the dark then sat straight up. “Holy fuck.” It had been a dream. An erotic fucking fantastic vivid dream. It was so realistic her pussy was wet and her clit throbbed. Only a dream…a dream about both Noah and Adison fucking her. “Shit.”

Kari let out a long, slow breath and listened to the house creak in the wind. This was not what she needed. Not at all. Well, to be perfectly blunt, she needed sex, but with Adison
and
Noah? No. She couldn’t go there. She just couldn’t.

She’d been back home for three months and had managed to avoid seeing Adison. Why today of all days had he shown up? It was the weirdest coincidence that she’d finally seen him again on the same day that she found out Noah Wells had turned into fucking hot eye candy and was no longer the town loser.

Kari recalled the sinking feeling in her stomach as her father had called to Adison, and the way her heart had hammered at the sight of him again. As he’d walked across the street, memories of his mouth and hands on her had assaulted her senses. Instead of recalling how she’d left him behind in Racy, hell-bent on attending college in New York instead of Indiana, she had remembered being held over his knee and spanked, among other things. She was shocked to discover that she could still recall the feel of his thick cock inside her swollen pussy.

She hadn’t expected such a visceral reaction. They’d only been kids. Kids who had vowed to love each other no matter the time or distance between them. But after she’d moved in with The Sir, Adison had married someone he barely knew. What she’d done to him was horrible, and she didn’t blame his knee-jerk reaction.

She’d been a young, naïve virgin who’d harbored secret fantasies of kinky sex, and he’d awakened that desire in her. But then Adison had been too far away, and Kari had thought she was in love with The Sir.

Kari sat up and hugged her knees. She’d thought she could handle it when their paths finally did cross again. Clearly she’d been wrong. She’d believed she was over Adison. She
should
be over him. They’d only been kids and it was such a long time ago. What the hell was wrong with her that she was having erotic dreams about him now, after all this time?

She and Adison had known each other most of their lives and had started dating their freshman year in high school, but it wasn’t until two months later that she’d had a taste of the fantasies she’d been harboring long before she’d understood them. Adison had taken her virginity after convincing her to let him spank her, and she could still recall the playfulness and fun of that afternoon in his parents’ empty house.

And then there was Noah. Kari put her pillow over her head and groaned as she remembered the jolt that had shot through her body when he’d accidentally brushed his arm against her boob as they both reached inside the fridge at the same time. All she’d wanted to do at that moment was kiss him—for starters, that is. But she still needed to apologize to him for her obvious reaction when he’d told her what he did for a living. She hadn’t meant to insult him.

Three years without meaningful sex was too fucking long. She tossed off the covers and padded to her dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, she dug underneath the books on tarot spells and candle magic to pull out a carved wooden box. She sat cross-legged on the bed and opened it, inhaling the faint scent of cedar. Why she still kept these things was beyond her, but every time she resolved to burn them, she found she couldn’t do it. Something about them compelled her to put them back in the box again, for safekeeping.

She took out the various photos of her and Adison and studied them. They didn’t evoke the same emotion that seeing him again in person had done. She still felt like the biggest fool on the planet as she recalled the way she’d simply grown apart from him, even after all their promises to each other in high school.