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day.”
“Thanks, Arin.” I didn’t know how he knew I wanted Kasim, but I was grateful for his words. It amazed me how well the three of them acted when I was with them all. Even that night when I’d kissed Arin, I’d been worried that Kasim, who, up to that point, had been the closest to me, would be upset and angry. Instead, he offered me one of his rare, full-mouthed smiles and enfolded me in his arms, telling me how proud he was of me for trusting them.
Their actions confused me. Didn’t kissing signify that we were now boyfriend and girlfriend? But could I really have more than one boyfriend? The few friends I had possessed boyfriends that tended to be possessive of the girl they liked or touched. If another man touched their woman, all hell tended to break loose. But with these three, I saw only those tendencies when someone other than one of them touched me, leered at me, or got too close. None of it made sense, but I was grateful all the same.
“Now”—he released me from his hold—“it’s time for you to finish getting prepared.” With an unbreakable hold on my hand, he towed me over to my vanity and sat me down. He handed me some glue-on whiskers. When he met my gaze in the mirror, his deep brown eyes twinkled. “They’ll be the purr-fect touch.”
Giggles erupted from my mouth. More from the release of tension than from his joke, but the result ended up the same. The last few tendrils of ickiness from my encounter with Ed washed away with the sound. All that remained were the butterflies that were beginning to form in my stomach as the time to appear on stage grew closer.
With ten minutes to go, I began to pant, taking quick, shallow breaths. Sweat beaded along my brow. No. No. No. Please not now. Don’t do this to me, please. But as much as I begged my mind, it betrayed me. Arin grabbed my shoulders and propelled me to the bathroom. “Go on in there, blueberry. Take a few minutes. Deep breathe and relax.”
While I needed the toilet something fierce in case my stomach contents made a reappearance, I didn’t want to be alone. “But...” I turned toward the door, but he closed it in my face. The last thing I saw was his smile, which confused me.
And then I was swallowed up in a pair of arms and a warm, hard chest. Comfort and safety surrounded me, calming the riot inside me. “Kasim.” I sank into him, allowing him to spin me in his arms until my chest pressed into his and my feet hung from the floor.
“You look so beautiful. I just couldn’t stay away. I knew you’d need me before you went on stage.” He buried his nose in my neck, taking in a deep breath before shifting me until he cradled my head into his chest. “Even the ears are a nice touch. Makes me want to see the real kitty.”
I understood his desire. I wanted nothing more than to see his panther. All sleek and dark. Dangerous and stealthy. I was sure he’d be breathtaking. But I didn’t want to talk, only to listen to his soothing voice as his hands spread their warmth into me. I snuggled in, trying to crawl inside him.
The soft rumbles of his chuckle made a pleasant vibrating sensation in me that reminded me of his purring. I smiled and took another deep breath, my panting long gone as his scent relaxed me. Instead of my dark knight, I wondered if I shouldn’t just call him catnip, but it wasn’t catnip that made me want to lift my face and place my lips on his. That was all the dark knight. The one who cared enough to leave his post, mingling with the other patrons of the club, to make sure that I was okay before going on stage.
Channeling the courage from my Miss Kitty persona, I lifted my head. His full lips were inches from mine. I licked my lips as my gaze flicked up to meet his dark-eyed stare. I fell into the deep abyss. With a slow movement, I slid my hands up his chest to his neck and then up to the back of his head. With a slight press of my hands, he lowered his head but stopped, hovering over my lips. “Are you sure?” he asked with a low growl.
“Yes.”
And then his lips landed on mine, covering them with their softness. He nipped my lower lip, drawing a moan. This was better than I’d dreamed. The heat, the peppermint, the spike of pain that was soothed with the swipe of his tongue, it was all addictive. And I wanted more.
I nipped his bottom lip, and his whole body lurched. My back stuck to the wall as his mouth opened under mine. As his tongue poked and prodded, I opened my lips, allowing him to enter. We stroked against each other. The roughness of his tongue, the sharpness of his teeth, his elongated canines, all reminded me that I was kissing Kasim and not Arin. That should have bothered me. Under normal circumstances, I wasn’t the type to go around kissing men let alone multiple ones, but I couldn’t work myself up to care or to feel ashamed. I wanted to kiss him... and Arin... and Bae.
I would deal with the fallout later.
His hands tightened on my ass. Fingers grazed the bare skin where the leopard print boy shorts rode up. Each place they touched burned, branding his touch on my soul. “Kasim.” I moaned the minute his tongue left my mouth, leaving me bereft.
“Tabitha, my sweet pussy.” Normally, the word pussy made me cringe, associating it with porn, but the way he said it, the way the word rolled off his tongue, filled with emotion like a warm caress, made me swoon. I was willing to be my dark knight’s pussy.
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