Free Hitched by Mia Watts, Katie Blu Page B

soft hair. Chest to chest, Kane couldn’t get close enough. It didn’t even bother him when their hard cocks bumped. All Kane wanted was this, and to get back in the bedroom with Bruce and Willow, because he just decided this would have been worth blowing his self perceptions out the window.
    The scent of crushed grass and bruised flowers made a heady brew, entangling his mind. Bruce’s hands fisted on Kane’s hips.
    Kane leaped back. “ What was that?” he asked breathlessly. “Did you use that thing you were talking about?”
    Bruce frowned. “Coercion? No, but I wanted to. For a guy who doesn’t like other guys, you kiss like you’re going to strip me down and make me whimper.”
    “I,” the words ripped from Kane. “Wanted to.”
    “I wouldn’t have said no,” Bruce pointed out.
    “You taste like—”
    “Honey? I get that a lot.”
    “The flowers?”
    “Ah, the allure. Yeah well, when you get a faery riled up for sex, he tends to smell like the great outdoors.”
    “I thought that was Willow the last time.”
    Bruce shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “All me.”
    “You smell good,” Kane said stupidly.
    “You do too. You don’t wear cologne like some men. I like it.”
    They were silent for a minute. Mostly because Kane fought the urge to kiss Bruce again. If that was faery allure then it certainly worked on him. Damn.
    “I could take care of that for you,” Bruce said motioning at Kane’s erection.
    “Uh, I don’t think I’m that comfortable yet.”
    “Yet. Then you might be eventually?” Bruce asked.
    “What is your relationship with Willow?”
    “We have sex.” Bruce shrugged and smiled, but his smile didn’t reach his dark eyes. “That’s the way she wants it.”
    “Why?”
    “Willow doesn’t like letting her guard down.”
    “But she did two nights ago,” Kane argued.
    “Yeah, she did,” Bruce agreed. “You’re what she needs.”
    Kane saw sadness on his face. “You’re not?”
    “She doesn’t like my kind,” he reminded Kane, by way of answer. “We’re friends with benefits, and it wasn’t until you entered the picture that sex became making love. She likes you, and she needs you. If that means I’m not in the picture anymore, then that’s what it means. I just want her to be happy.”
    “You claim to be unattached to any particular sex partner, but I think you’re full of shit. I don’t think you’ve slept with anyone since you hooked up with Willow. You’re no fly by night fuck, are you? You love her.”
    Bruce pulled his shirt back over his head and ran a hand through his hair. “You’ll never hear me admit it.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Willow grabbed her wrist behind her back and peered into the glass case holding the pre-historical Earth Mother carving. She loved the ample curves of womanhood and the spiral knots of hair crowning her head.
    “It was found in Eastern Europe and is identical to one found in Africa,” Austyn said. “That one’s my favorite,”
    “Mine too. Can you imagine how awesome it would be to actually hold her?”
    Austyn looked at her speculatively.
    Willow blew out a breath and moved further down to another display case in the museum’s Women Through Pre-History exhibit. “It amazes me how important women were in early societies when modern woman have such a struggle just to be heard. They were the goddesses, the life bringers, the hearth makers.”
    “Look at this one,” Austyn said, pointing at the glass. “Look how the Incan gold curls to resemble breasts and round thighs. It’s so sensual.”
    “Yeah,” Willow agreed wistfully. She looked up and smiled at Austyn. “Your dad is so lucky. He gets to touch and index all this stuff before anyone else does. It’s got to give him a high to know he’s the first person in thousands of years to see and hold each piece.”
    “It does. I mean, it gives me a high. I think it’s just work to him.”
    “That’s impossible. He seems to