The Cat House: Cats and Dogs

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The Cat House: Cats and Dogs Julia Talbot When werewolf Bay meets werecats Kyle and Abby at the new club in town, he’s stunned at the immediate connection he has with them. Kyle and Abby feel the pull as well, even though Kyle has his suspicions about werewolves and their motives. After one night of passion, Kyle thinks his doubts are warranted, since Bay promises to call but never comes back around. Abby believes there’s more to it, though, and goes looking for their new lover, finding danger and betrayal right in their backyard. Can Kyle and Abby save Bay, and manage to keep him for themselves?

Chapter One “Man, there’s nothing I love more than a good cat bar,” Abby said, staring at the monstrous sign that proclaimed “The Cat House.” “Uh-huh. If it’s such a great place, then why does it smell like Lupes?” Kyle stared up at the sign too, and the pink and green of the camouflage print on the neon letters made his eyes look all dappled. It was cool. Poor Kyle. He had a thing against werewolves, and it made him all grr. Abby liked the inherent danger in cats and dogs mixing in the same places. It made her hot. Really hot. At least Kyle liked that, anyway. He was liking it right now, if the way his nostrils flared was anything to go by. He grinned over at her. “Slut.” Abby pouted as artfully as she could, knowing she wasn’t very good at it as crooked as her lips were. Her dad had always said it was charming. Kyle said her mouth felt good on his dick. Either way, it was okay with her. “I am not. I’m just into adrenaline rushes.” “I know, baby. I do know. Shall we?” Without another gripe about wolves, Kyle took her arm and led her into the club, the doorman nodding at them silently. Abby had an invitation from the owner, so there shouldn’t be any trouble. Hell, she even had a voucher for a free drink. How cool was that? “So, how did you get the skinny on this place, again?” Kyle asked, heading right for the bar, which was so typically boy of him. Abby would much rather go to one of the leopard-spotted couches tucked into the alcoves along the wall. They looked like the perfect place to sit and people watch, maybe flirt a little. That was what she really wanted. Just to find someone she and Kyle could love on for a night, maybe two.

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Abby dug in with her heels and turned Kyle the other way. “That chick that does my hair. Sally? She was working this lady’s nails, and really doing a swanky job, so I butted in. Turns out the chick owns half of this place, and she’s like us and she asked me to come by.” “She’s like us? Jesus, baby, do you tell everyone you’re a werecat?” “No!” Whapping his arm, Abby settled into a booth, purring at how comfortable it felt. A girl could curl up and have a nap on a bench like this. “Come on, you know very well that we can all smell each other.” “Even over the scent of nail polish and hair dye?” Winking, Kyle flagged down a server, a pretty little boy with purple hair. “Two White Russians, please.” Oh, if Kyle was ordering drinks with cream instead of straight whiskey, then he was in the mood to play, and his earlier growling about Lupes was just habit. Woo hoo! “So, who looks likely, honey?” she asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder and biting one thumbnail. Dude, she needed a manicure herself. Maybe she’d been scratching the couch in her sleep or something. “It’s early yet, huh?” Kyle glanced around the bar, wrinkling his nose. “We’ll wait until it fills up a little.” “So picky.” Abby always trusted Kyle’s instincts, though. He was the one to pick who they played with, just like he’d picked her. She’d been working for a circus, of all things, as an aerialist. Cats always landed on their feet, after all. She’d been good, but the lifestyle had been hell. “You know it, baby. I got you. The rest is just window dressing.” “Flatterer.” “Abby! Welcome to The Cat House. It’s good to see you again.” “Hey!” The owner. What was her name? “Layla. Good to see you. Nice place you got here.”

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“Thanks.” Layla had green eyes, sharp and bright, and they worked Kyle over like he was a piece of meat. “I didn’t know you’d be bringing a friend. I had someone all ready to meet you.” “No shit?” Huh. That was probably a first. Most people were afraid to hook Abby up with their friends. Something about her lean, sharp looks. “No, no shit. Who’s your friend?” “This is Kyle. He’s mine, so don’t get any ideas.” Layla laughed, the sound full of genuine amusement. “You saying he wouldn’t like to see a little cat fight?” “He probably would, but only if mud or Jell-O were involved.” Grinning, Abby grabbed her drink when the waiter dropped it off, sipping and purring a little at the cream and alcohol taste. “So who were you going to hook me up with?” “A friend. He loves hot little kitties like you. He’ll be in maybe an hour from now.” “Send him over,” Kyle said, doing that sexy little slinky wiggle thing that made it look like he was going to pounce, even when he was lounging. “Yeah?” Layla raised a brow. “So, what? You won’t play with me, but you will with him?” “Maybe.” Abby shared a grin with Kyle. “We both like men more than we like other women.” “Ah.” Layla laughed again, bending to kiss both of Abby’s cheeks. “Enjoy that free drink, huh? I’ll send Bay over when he gets here. He’s going to love you. I can tell.”

*** Bay hated going on blind dates. Okay, so maybe meeting someone for a drink at Layla’s new club wasn’t a blind date, but he wasn’t the most socially apt guy out there. Oh, the ladies, and the gents, liked the look of him, but once he opened his mouth and growled about something, it went downhill fast. Maybe he really did need to find a wolf pack to hang out with instead of seeing Layla and her cats all the time.

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“Bay! It’s about time you showed up.” Layla came to kiss his cheeks, her long, smooth blonde hair falling against his shoulder, her painted claws tapping his upper arms. “Hey, honey. Am I late? I thought you said to come around ten thirty.” He knew better, knew she was just chastising him because her other guest had shown up early. Layla hated to be thwarted, even for a half hour. “You’re not late. I just wanted to show you!” Tugging his arm, she dragged him to the end of the bar, turning him with a jerk to face the booths along the back wall. “There.” Since she didn’t point, he had to scan all the booths. One had a pile of what looked like sorority chicks, so that was a no. One had three guys, so he hoped to hell that wasn’t what she had in mind. The other three booths held couples. “Okay, I’m lost, honey. Which one?” “Bay! One of those girls is just what you like.” He scanned the crowd again, ignoring the male half of the couples, looking for someone who might be his type at first glance. Ah. There. Brunette, long and curly hair, with pretty grayish eyes and a dimpled smile. She had a curvy body and a look of sleepy sensuality about her that made him tighten up in the best way. Awooo. Bay looked over the guy she was with too. He was tall, lean, with cheekbones that would leave paper cuts. Interesting. The guy didn’t deflate him, so Bay shrugged. “She’s okay.” “Even more interesting is that they’re willing to play with you more than they are me. So buy a round of drinks and get your ass over there, sweetie. The kitties await.” “I’ll wait to buy until I’ve at least said hello.” Bay got his ass moving, though, because those sharp nails had cut into his arm a bit, speaking of a huge impatience. The guy was almost prettier than the girl when he got close, but not in a feminine way. He was all sharp angles and sleek hair, completely different than Bay’s own shaggy ranginess.

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The girl was just hot as fire. She had the prettiest tits, all round and perky. “Hey,” he offered, figuring he looked like a giant dork with the smile he tried to put on. “I’m, uh, Layla’s friend.” They both looked Bay over, the man appraising, the woman appreciating, which didn’t help with feeling like a dork, as it gave him wood. “You’re a Lupe,” the guy said, sniffing at him a little. “I am. Is that going to be a problem?” “No. I’m Abby. This is Kyle. Have a seat and a drink with us, huh?” Abby had the prettiest eyes up close, this weird mix of gray and green, and they shone with mischief. Bay really liked her smile too. “I’d like that. I’ll buy a round. Just to prove not all wolves are bad guys, huh?” He grinned over at Kyle, who unbent enough to smile back a little. “Never trust a man who offers you free booze, I always say.” “Man, you’re a tough crowd.” Still, Kyle’s words had held a teasing edge, a hint of laughter, so Bay decided he was okay. Willing to try, anyway. “We are. But we’re worth it.” Abby scooted over and let him ease himself into the booth, the fake fur catching on his jeans and making a scratchy noise. “She is, at any rate.” The look that passed between Kyle and Abby scorched him a little, letting him know they were definitely a “they.” He would be for play, and that was it. Suited him. “Is she?” Bay asked, waving at the little waitress. “Good to know.” Abby pressed close, her breast soft against his arm, the smell of her musky perfume enticing. He loved it. “I am. I can also speak for myself. I’d like two more White Russians. What would you like?” “I’m Bay. I’ll have a shot of tequila and a beer chaser. A Shiner, please.” “Oh, Kyle likes Shiner. See, you have something in common.” “I bet we have more than that in common.” There would have to be some things they did to her that were the same. They were both guys, after all.

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“I don’t know. Do you like sushi?” Kyle’s smile spoke volumes, and Bay groaned. “For supper? No.” “I bet you like steak, huh?” Abby’s nails were shorter than Layla’s, less like claws, and they felt good running up and down his arm. Shivery good. “I do. I like it rare too.” “See? Something else you have in common with Kyle. I say we take him home.” His whole body went boing, and Bay held his breath, waiting for Kyle to give a yea or nay. “Okay. Let’s go.” Just like that. He was in. Well, he wasn’t in anyone yet, but he had high hopes. “We should at least have our drinks, or Layla will have my balls.” Layla did want the club to be a success, and God knew he wanted to support her. She could be fucking vicious. “Oh, definitely,” Abby agreed. “I need my cream.” Lord, she could make that sound dirty. Kyle must have thought so too, the way those eyes darkened to a deep gold, the smell of male musk overpowering Abby’s perfume. Bay stifled a groan, shifting in his seat, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans. They were a hot pair. Really hot. He’d explode before they ever went anywhere at this rate. He threw back his shot when the little gal brought it, and it helped, the burn as it slid down his throat making him gasp. The beer chaser was perfect, though, settling everything right down. They managed some small talk, waving to Layla when she made a pass through, but as soon as Kyle finished his drink, the man stood and dropped some bills on the table. “Y’all ready?” Damn. Everything that had settled in his lower half sprang to life again, and Bay nodded, taking Kyle’s offered hand to pull himself up. The touch sent electricity

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through him, and it got worse when Abby slid out of the booth and rubbed all over him on the way by. This time he couldn’t stifle the moan that worked its way out of him. “Hot.” Abby trailed her fingers over his lower back, petting him. “You’re a hot one. Come on.” She walked away, hips swinging, leaving him panting after her like the dog he was. It was going to be one hell of a night. Bay just knew it.

Chapter Two Kyle smiled, watching Abby and Bay in the rearview mirror. He loved to watch his girl work it. She was as hot as a two-dollar pistol, pressing up against Bay’s side, whispering hot promises in his ear. The guy was eating it up, near panting for her, and Kyle felt a surge of pride that his baby could do that. The guy was a hot one too, even for a Lupe. Kyle liked his tall, muscled body and shaggy brown hair. The blue eyes were kind of a shock as well, and Kyle wondered if they stayed that color when Bay changed. They got to their place about twenty minutes later, and the windows were steaming up. When he threw the car into park and glanced back, Abby had her mouth locked on Bay’s, kissing his brains out. Kyle wasn’t sure if he should growl or open his jeans and watch or just jump in. He settled for getting out of the car and opening the back door. “Y’all coming, or are you just going to make out in the backseat?” “Hmm?” Abby blinked up at him before smiling like the cat who’d found the cream. “You have to try this, babe. He’s so tasty.” “Uh-huh. Get your asses in gear and come on.” “No.” Holding out a hand, Abby beckoned to him. “Not until you climb in here and kiss him.” Oh, for… Rolling his eyes, Kyle crawled into the backseat with them, grabbing Abby and kissing her hard, reminding her who she belonged to. Then he grabbed Bay by the shoulders, enjoying the feel of hard muscle under his fingers. He planted one on the guy, tongue pressing in right away so he could taste his girl in that hot mouth.

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Abby was right. Bay could kiss, and he was almost spicy, wild and kind of gamey. Kyle had been revved up before, just from watching, but having a taste made him ache. “Inside,” he growled, backing out of the car, tugging at whatever clothing he could reach. They weren’t going to do this in the car. Not when they had a big old bed up there. They followed him for about a second before they flanked him instead, Abby pressing up against his side, Bay sliding a hand into the back pocket of his jeans on the other. They were going to drive him crazy. Plain old loopy as a loon. Upstairs, Kyle unlocked the door and led them in, sliding his arm around Abby’s waist even as the door clicked shut. He reeled her in for another kiss, pressing her against the door and pushing his thigh between her legs. “Oh, Christ.” Bay said it against his neck, touching him, hands gripping Kyle’s hips. “Mmmhmm. You want another taste of her, man?” “Her. You. I don’t care.” “Then come here.” Turning just enough, he reached up with one hand, sinking it into Bay’s hair to pull the man around and kiss him silly. Bay kissed him like a starving man, and when Abby pushed into the kiss, licking at their lips, it went white hot and perfect. All three of them moved together, hands slipping and sliding, pushing cloth out of the way. Abby’s skin felt smooth and sweet; Bay’s was rough with hair, a lot more weathered and tanned. The contrast made Kyle pant, made him grunt and herd everyone toward the bedroom. Laughing, Abby danced away, putting on a show of sliding off the rest of her clothes. She had the most amazing muscles under those girly clothes, long, lean and pretty as anything. Kyle fucking loved her body, and he could tell Bay did too by the way the man reached for her.

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“Ah-ah,” Abby said, backing away, shaking out her hair. “I want to see you kiss Kyle again, first.” “She likes to call the shots.” Kyle rolled his eyes over at Bay, who chuckled, the sound raw and needy. “That’s okay with me. I like it any way I can get it. Kiss me for the lady.” Nodding, Kyle muscled right into Bay’s space, bringing up his hands to frame those stubbly cheeks. The kiss went a lot deeper this time, a lot longer and harder. Somewhere in the edges of his fuzzy brain he registered Abby moaning, but it didn’t break through until she tugged them apart. “Me, now. Please. Me. Both of you.” “Yes.” Sliding up to his beautiful girl, Kyle kissed her, dragging Bay right along. Bay got with the program pretty quick, kissing them both, the kiss hot and wet and intense. Kyle decided his cock was going to fall off if someone didn’t touch it soon. He figured he’d done enough kissing after a few more searing minutes, so Kyle turned, grabbing Abby and tossing her onto the bed. She bounced, giggling, and Bay laughed out loud, the sound making a breeze on Kyle’s neck. “And they say us wolves are cavemen.” “You are. We’re far more civilized under a full moon, man.” “Would you two quit posturing and get over here?” Abby stretched out on the bed, her breasts lifting when she arched her back. She spread her legs, her bush of brown curls glistening with moisture, and Kyle had to lick his suddenly dry lips. “Coming, baby.” Showing off, Kyle made a long, fluid leap to the bed, landing gently next to his girl and reaching out to run a hand down her side. She was so damned pretty. Kyle pushed her breasts up with the palms of his hands, lifting them, showing them off too. “Come and play, man.” Bay nodded, eyes on his hands, watching him touch. The big guy finally crawled into bed with them, giving him a questioning look. Kyle grinned, grabbing Bay’s hand and guiding it between Abby’s legs. There was enough of her for both of them, enough to go around.

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Humming, Abby spread for them, her long legs stretching out even more. She stroked Kyle’s cheeks, bringing his head up so she could smile into his eyes. “Your mouth, lover.” “You got it, baby.” Sinking down against her side, Kyle put his mouth to Abby’s breasts, tongue sneaking out to catch a taste of her before he sucked one nipple into his mouth, pulling strongly on it. She loved that, loved it when he licked and sucked anywhere on her body. Abby proved it by growling for him, a feral, big cat sound, pulling him closer by a handful of hair. Bless his heart, Bay caught on quick, pushing down between Abby’s legs to lick at her, his mouth moving over her most sensitive skin. What almost sent Kyle into orbit, though, was when Bay turned to put that mouth on him, someone finally giving his cock a little attention. Bay went back and forth between them, and every time Bay sucked him, licked him, Kyle could feel Abby’s hot moisture. It was the sweetest torture he could imagine, at least until Abby reached down and grabbed his cock, feeding it into Bay’s mouth. “Suck him for me, honey. Please.” Groaning, Bay nodded, giving them the barest flash of blue eyes before sliding over to suck him in completely, taking him deep and proving that this wasn’t the first time Bay had sucked cock. “Oh, God, that’s hot.” Abby watched, wide-eyed, her hand still down there, fingers teasing Bay’s lips, Kyle’s balls. “Fuck, yes.” Twisting a little, feeling like some kind of tantric pretzel, Kyle reached down and stroked between Abby’s legs, opening her to his touch, sliding his fingers between her folds. He teased her clit until she cried out and grabbed at his shoulder with her free hand, pulling him to her for a kiss. His girl was so oral, so needy. He loved how she responded, how she played. Hell, he loved how Bay was sucking his brains out through his cock.

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Kyle’s eyes tried to roll back in his head, and he blinked, wanting to see everything he could. He wanted to watch Abby’s face when he sank two fingers inside her body. She was watching Bay suck him, touching them both, loving on them. So generous. Things seemed to be happening in slow motion for the longest time, the wet, hot sounds between them, his fingers buried in Abby, his cock between Bay’s lips. They moved together too well for this to be a one-night thing. Fuck, he hated to admit that, with Bay being a Lupe and all. Abby pushed against him, crying out, and Bay sucked him to the root, and time speeded up all of a sudden, like a film going on fast forward. Muscles flexing, Kyle strained, pushing into Bay’s mouth, sounds pouring out of him until he was pretty sure he was yowling like a housecat in heat. The moment he felt the sting of Abby’s nails on his balls, the tiny scrape of Bay’s teeth on the base of his cock, Kyle came, shooting hard down Bay’s throat. He could feel Bay moan against him, sending little aftershocks through his body, straight up from his balls. Bay finally pulled off, but Kyle didn’t let him go anywhere. “C’mere, man. Help my girl out.” He pushed Bay’s head down between Abby’s legs, letting the man’s mouth meet his fingers. Abby shook, her hands scrabbling at him, her legs closing around Bay’s head, his wrist. She started babbling for them, squirming on the bed, trying to get more, closer, harder. “Please. Kyle. Please, I need you to fuck me.” “Such a dirty girl. Just came, baby. How about Bay steps in?” They both turned to stare at him, Bay’s shaggy hair wet with sweat around the edges, Abby’s hair a wild mane around her face. Kyle had to kiss both of them, one after the other, Abby tasting like fire, Bay like earth. Fucking A.

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They all shifted, positioning Bay between Abby’s thighs, thanking the universe that he didn’t have to take the time to find a condom. One of the major advantages to being a werekitty was that they were immune to most of the human diseases. Bay slid home with a single thrust, and Abby screamed for them, the sound of a hunting cat, all primal roar. Bay growled, moving fast, hips starting to pump, and Kyle nodded, smacking Bay’s ass to get him to move even faster. He knew it the moment Abby came. The shivers started at her toes and worked all the way up along her body, her nails digging into Bay’s shoulders. He smelled blood, then more come, Bay shouting and shaking, pumping hard into his girl. They all collapsed together, the sheets twisted and damp, their skin sticking together. It was grand, the best play he and Abby had engaged in for months. Maybe years. “Wow,” Abby said with a breathless chuckle. “Layla was right on. You were a good fit, Bay.” “She’s right. Not bad, for a Lupe.” Bay snorted, the sound loud, ironic. “Not bad for a couple of cats in heat, either. Mind if I stay to nap?” Laughing, Abby curled around Bay, holding out a hand to pull Kyle down. “I think you can stay longer than that. We’re going to keep you, at least for tonight. Right, baby?” “You know it.” Kyle let himself be absorbed into the cuddle, his eyes heavy, his body lax. “Definitely for the night.” Maybe longer. They’d have to see.

Chapter Three Abby pulled the little halter dress into place, smoothing the neck and waist down before calling to Kyle. “Baby, come here and tie me up, will you?” “Anytime.” Kyle wandered over, pushing her hair out of the way to tie the little strings that held the top up. “Have you heard from Bay?” “No.” Pursing her lips, Abby held up one pair of earrings, then another, trying to decide which ones to wear. They hadn’t heard from Bay at all since that one night, even though he’d promised to call. It had been a week. She was going to The Cat House tonight to give Layla, and Bay if he was there, a piece of her mind. “Asshole. I swear, baby, I thought he might be different. Turns out he was just another dog.” “I know.” She sighed, pulling her hair out of Kyle’s caressing hands to twist it up in a knot. She secured it with a clip before hooking her earrings into her ears, the little gold and green chandeliers sparkling just right. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll get over it.” Kyle kissed the nape of her neck, making her shiver. “Oh, honey, I know that. If I have you, I have all I need.” Turning, Abby looped her arms around Kyle’s neck. “I just liked him, is all.” “Me too.” Those golden eyes looked a little sad and a little surprised. “I mean, I didn’t want to.” She pressed her cheek to his, scenting him. “I know. You and Lupes. Come on, babe. Let’s go have a night out.” “Yeah. Yeah, come on, baby. Let me show my girl off.” Pushing her back to arm’s length, Kyle looked her over good, smiling his slow, hot smile. “You look amazing.”

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“I do, huh?” It was time she stopped moping and got out and catted around. She hooked her arm through Kyle’s and they headed out, making The Cat House in about a half hour. It would have been fifteen minutes, but she couldn’t keep her hand out of Kyle’s lap, and that made it harder for him to drive. They got to The Cat House just about the time a line started forming, the word spreading fast that it was a hot new hangout. The night air in Houston was no cooler than the day, the humidity like a brick wall, and Abby’s hair grew exponentially, curling up around her ears. They called it Houston hair for a reason, damn it, and she half wished she’d jacked it to Jesus instead of pulling it up tonight. They only had to stand in line a few moments before one of the bouncers approached them, eyes hard as green glass. “Layla wants to see you,” the guy said, motioning for them to follow him inside. Something about the set of his shoulders made Abby’s nose twitch. If she’d had her tail, it would be lashing back and forth. What the hell? She shot a glance at Kyle, who shrugged and followed, but the lines of his body shifted into defense mode. The bouncer led them to the back of the club, ducking through dancers and drinkers, pushing aside a tasseled velvet curtain to reveal a solid wood door. “She’s waiting for you.” Ducking under the curtain, Abby knocked sharply before opening the door, bracing herself for whatever Layla had in store for them. “There you are! What did you two do to Bay?” Layla’s eyes snapped green fire, and she walked right up to Kyle to poke him in the chest with one sharp claw. “You and your werewolf hatred. What did you do to him?” Kyle puffed up, suddenly becoming the big kitty in the room. “What in hell are you talking about? We showed him a good time and took him back to his truck. He’s the one who hasn’t called.” Layla seemed to crumple a little, pulling back and crossing her arms over her ample chest. “He’s disappeared.”

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“What?” Abby tilted her head. “Disappeared how?” Poor Layla looked honestly distressed, so Abby grabbed her arm and led her to a pink chenille lounge chair, helping her sink down on it. “His place is trashed, and he’s gone. His cell is out of service, and…” “Does he cycle outside of the moon? If he changed at home, he could have trashed his own place.” “He never has, that I know of. There’s blood… What was I supposed to think when you were the last ones to see him?” That was true enough, Abby supposed. Layla really didn’t know them from Adam’s housecat. All she knew was they liked to play and that Kyle had a Lupe issue. It was a logical leap. Kind of. “Well, I can tell you it wasn’t Kyle. We’ve been together all week, working on a new routine.” Abby might not be an acrobat anymore, but she still choreographed for some of the best in the business. “Shit. Shit, I was really hoping this would be easy. I’ve been trying to find him for days.” “Well, you won’t find him with us. So what are the other options?” Kyle asked, sounding calm, controlled. Abby knew better. His eyes were blazing bright gold, and his muscles shook just the tiniest bit. Kyle was furious. “I don’t know! I mean, he’s my friend, but I have no idea if he has enemies… We don’t run in the same circles otherwise, if you get what I mean.” “I bet.” Sighing, Abby wandered around the office, eyeing the collection of mismatched knick-knacks that cluttered every inch of space. “Who did you hook him up with last time?” “Last time?” “Yeah. Over breakfast the other morning he said something about how you were always getting him blind dates.” Bay had sounded happy that he wasn’t going to have to worry about that anymore, like he’d wanted to hang out with her and Kyle instead. Damn it.

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“Wow. He stayed for breakfast? He never does that.” “Uh-huh. So one assumes it wasn’t us that he was getting blindsided by.” Sarcasm dripped from Kyle’s voice, and Abby whapped his arm. “It was a little she-wolf. Timid little thing, really, but I thought Bay could bring her out of her shell, sexually. Boy, did he. She went on to cat around with a lot of my waiters. God, what a mess.” “What can we do to help, Layla?” “I don’t know. I don’t even know where to begin.” “How about at his place? We can go look around.” “You would do that? I mean, Bay’s a lone wolf in a lot of ways. He doesn’t have a lot of friends who can help me out. I feel like I’m the only one who cares.” “Well, you’re not,” Kyle said, stepping up and putting a hand on Layla’s shoulder. “He got under my skin, somehow.” Layla sniffed a little. “I thought you’d gotten jealous and done something horrible to him.” “Kyle has that effect on people.” Abby grinned when he shot her a glare. “Tell us where Bay lives, and we’ll see what we can find.” Layla scribbled an address on a notepad, ripping off the top sheet and handing it over. “My mobile number is on there too. Call me when you find out something.” “We will.” Abby dragged Kyle out of the office before he could say anything else, before he could ask her what the hell she was thinking. Which was just what he did when they got outside. “What are we supposed to do, baby? We should call the cops.” “Sure. Hey, there’s this missing werewolf… Come on, Kyle. You know cops don’t work for people like us.” Jesus, it was fucking muggy out there. Sweat beaded up along her hairline, making her feel wilty. “I still don’t know what you think we’re going to do.” “We’re going to look for him.” Abby poked Kyle. Hard. “He was going to call us. I know it. I feel it.”

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“What, is your spider sense tingling?”

“No, my whiskers are twitching. Asshole. Come on.”

Kyle followed her, grumbling in his worst catty voice, sounding like a

caterwauling alley kitty. Men. Seriously, Abby was beginning to wonder if they were worth her trouble.

Chapter Four Bay woke up with an aching head and a bunch of sore ribs, wondering what the hell he’d done to warrant the couch. He didn’t remember falling down the stairs or anything, didn’t remember getting so drunk that he couldn’t find his way to his bed, instead of the narrow confines of what had to be his couch. He lifted his hand to try and rub his forehead, only to be brought up short by a heavy cuff attached to a clanking chain. “Dude. Kyle. Abby. I’m not into this kind of game.” That had to be it. He was still with his pretty kitties, and they were playing some sort of game. He just couldn’t remember because they’d worn him out. “Good thing you’re not with them, then, isn’t it?” The voice was familiar, but it wasn’t a feline purr. It was all male wolf, rumbling deep in someone’s chest. Shit. What was the pack leader’s name these days? Allan? Ethan? Something “an.” “I guess. Mind telling me where I am?” “Let’s just say you’re among friends. Friends who are concerned with your wellbeing, Bay.” His eyes finally adjusted to the gloom, and Bay cursed whoever had conked him over the head and made his usually fine eyesight falter. He couldn’t see everything clearly, but he could see the bare floors and walls, as well as the tanned face that hovered over his. Bryan. That was it. “I didn’t think we were friends, Bryan. You told me that when I wouldn’t join the pack.”

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“I did. I was prepared to leave it at that too. If you had just done your duty, Bay, we wouldn’t have to resort to these tactics.” “My duty…” Bay tested the chains again, the smell of male aggression suddenly a little too close for comfort. Another few minutes and Bryan would probably be pissing all over the floor. “What is it that I should be doing?” “Marrying Carla.” Marrying who? He didn’t ask it out loud, since it might just get him hit again, and the blood crusted on his lip told him he’d been hit a lot already. Carla. Carla… “Oh, the little she-wolf? Why would I marry her? She’s been having a grand time.” That got him hit anyway, Bryan whacking the shit out of him, the skin above his cheekbone popping open to bleed. “She’s my sister, you fucker. Don’t talk shit about her. Not when you’re the one who got her knocked up.” Bay stared. Hard. With his mouth hanging open. “Knocked up? No way. I was careful with her.” “She says it was you.” “Well, sure she does. I’m the only one who did her more than once --” Bryan’s fist hit him again, and Bay roared, his body trying to come up off the bed, trying to shift so his strength could come out. Too bad he’d never been able to shift worth a damn outside the moon. “You don’t get to say shit about her, asshole. Not when you’ve been poking cats with your stick. Jesus, you’ll do anything, won’t you? I saw them. Skanks, the pair of them, and that’s not even counting the bitch who owns the club you like so much.” “You leave them out of this.” Kyle and Abby could probably take care of themselves, but Layla wasn’t so good at defense. Besides, he’d liked Kyle and Abby. A lot. Enough for a repeat appearance -- and he’d been meaning to call. “Shit. What day is it?” “Saturday. You’ve been out for almost three days. Thought I’d killed you.” Bryan spat on the floor. “I probably should have.”

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Well, there went his chances with his pair of cats. “All you have to do is bring Carla in to talk to me. She’ll tell the truth then.” “Don’t you call my sister a liar!” Bryan’s fist swung again, and Bay decided he really didn’t want to deal with the asshole anymore right now, so he pushed his jaw right up into the line of fire. That hard fist connected with a crack, and Bay’s last thought before he passed out was about how pissed he was going to be to miss out on another round with Kyle and Abby. Those two would make up for a lot of torture.

*** Kyle stared at Bay’s apartment, looking for clues. Not just about what had happened, but about the man himself. There was something about Bay that really got to him, really made him want to touch and taste, to crack the guy open and get to what made him tick. African masks lay next to Native American art on the floor, the pieces recognizable as wolf totems. The pewter and glass coffee table contrasted sharply with the Texas style leather couch, and Arts and Crafts armchairs. “You know, we don’t even know what Bay does for a living,” he told Abby, who was poking through all sorts of shit on Bay’s desk. “Sure we do. He’s into landscape architecture.” “No shit?” “Nope. Look.” She held a card between two fingers, offering it over. Cameron Bayard. Indoor and Outdoor Oases. Huh. Well, he guessed it made sense for a wolf to want to bring the outside inside. “Want to make out on the couch?” Abby lashed out with her nails, scraping his wrist when he reached for her. “No! I want to find Bay. Jeez, Kyle. I know you liked him, Lupe or not.” “Sure. Sure I did. I’m just not sure we need to get involved if he was on drugs or something.” Kyle knew that wasn’t the case. Knew it like he knew he’d go fuzzy and spotty when the full moon came. There had been three big wolves who had come to

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take Bay. Three distinct scents. They’d marked all over. And there was blood. Not a lot, but enough to tell him that Bay had put up a fight. Sighing, he shook his head. “I can’t track them, baby, but I can tell you how many and when. They took him almost four days ago. He wasn’t hurt bad enough to be life-threatening when they left, but one of the guys really hates him.” “Then we have to find him. Did any of the men leave anything behind that might help?” Abby perched on the edge of the desk, eyes almost translucent gray, which meant she was getting good and pissed, her body vibrating just a little. “You want to go tear their eyes out, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why, babe, but I just feel like he’s ours. You know?”

“I know. Okay, let me do a little more looking. I’ll find him for us, baby.”

Abby came sliding up to rub against him, front and back, head-butting his chest

a little. “My hero. I knew you wouldn’t just let him go.” “Anything for you, Abby. Anything for you.” Even while he said it, Kyle knew he wanted to find Bay for himself too. Anyone who got to him that quick had to be more than a one-time thing. They just had to go get the man and bring him back.

Chapter Five Abby went through the Rolodex on Bay’s desk. She went through his calendar. She went through his closet and his bathroom. (Grey Flannel cologne. Nice.) Hell, she was just about to call his mother and other assorted random picks from his phone books when she happened to look at the phone. The answering machine blinked with six new messages. “Hey, Kyle. Do you think we ought to listen to his messages?” Kyle came over, frowning at the machine. “I don’t see why not. I don’t think he’s going to yell about us hearing from his dry cleaner if there’s something on it that might save his life.” Snuggling in under Kyle’s offered arm, Abby curled one hand around Kyle’s waist. “Okay. Hit the button then.” “Oh, now you’re worried about fingerprints?” Snorting, Kyle punched the button. She didn’t bother to tell him it wasn’t about fingerprints. She just had the terrible feeling they were about to find out why Bay was missing. Her intuition was rarely off. The machine beeped through two late hang-ups and a call from some business associate before they hit pay dirt. “Bay? Bay, it’s Carla. Remember me? I… we went out a couple of times. I screwed up, man. I told my brother you were… Well, he’s gunning for you. Be careful, huh? Tell Layla I said hi. Bye.” The machine beeped off, reeling off two more hang-ups before going silent. Abby glanced up at Kyle, who growled, his mouth set in a hard line. “Back to Layla’s, huh?” she asked, stroking his ribs, trying to calm him. “Yeah. Back to Layla’s.”

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Grumbling, Abby picked up a bag and grabbed Bay a change of clothes, just in case. Man, she hated getting the runaround.

*** Bay woke up the second time to a dry mouth, an even worse headache, and the worst need to piss. Jesus, he hated being held captive by raving lunatics. There was no way he’d gotten Carla pregnant. He’d been too damned careful for that, knowing that since they were both born Lupes, it was a highly possible thing. Testing his chains, Bay managed to sit up on the creaky little cot he was tied to. Huh. If he could just get up enough gumption, he could get loose. “Don’t even think about it, Bay. We’re waiting for Carla to come and tell me the truth, just like you wanted her to.” “Oh, good. She can clear my name.” Bay tried for casual, but it came out hoarse instead. “Sure she can. And when she doesn’t, you’ll marry her, right here.” “If I actually was the daddy, I would, man. I just know I’m not.” No wonder he’d declined joining the local pack. They were all inbred or something. “You’ll do whatever the hell I tell you. I’ve got you dead to rights, man.” Bryan didn’t hit him again, at least, choosing to sit across the room and taunt him by swinging a key around and around in circles. Had to be the key to his cuffs. “Sure. Sure I will. I’m so accommodating it hurts.” “Joke all you want, but when she gets here…” The sound of a door scraping across the floor echoed through the room, and for a moment, a shaft of light filled Bay’s eyes to the point of pain. “Ah, here she is.” Carla came in, all small and pale as a ghost, walking right up to his bedside to peer down at him. Her pretty, brown eyes looked desperate, scared, and she shook her head the tiniest bit, whispering, “I’m sorry, Bay.” Then she turned to her brother. “This is the one, Bryan. This is the guy I told you about.”

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That, of course, was when the shit hit the fan.

*** Abby paced. She hated waiting for anything, and waiting on Layla was making her chafe in the worst way. The cat lady was out, doing who knew what, and she and Kyle were waiting in Layla’s office, Kyle having intimidated the secretary into letting them in, even though the club wasn’t open. Kyle watched her from where he sat behind Layla’s desk, one leg hanging over the arm of Layla’s chair. His nose twitched every so often, his eyes bright, almost feverish. “Do you think she pumps catnip through the air vents or something?” Kyle asked, grinning a little, toying with a purple glass paperweight that sat on the edge of the desk. “What? Why would she do that?” “No idea, but it would explain why you’re as twitchy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” Sighing, Abby went to sink down in Kyle’s lap, shaking out her hair and growling at him a little. “I’m grumpy because we need to find Bay, and I hate waiting.” Kyle slid his arms around her waist, nuzzling against her neck. “You know how I react to stressful situations, baby.” She did know, and even now she could feel his hardness poking against her backside. “I can’t believe you. Bay could be dying, and you want to play.” “He’s not dead.” Kyle said it with absolute certainty, and it eased her a little. She trusted his gut as much if not more than she trusted hers. “Well, then, we have to find him. We could search the office again.” “No, baby. We need Carla’s address. It’s not here.” He sighed. “We just have to wait for Layla. We could make out. A little. It wouldn’t hurt.” He sounded so hopeful that she had to chuckle, turning in his arms to straddle his lap and face him. “You’re hopeless, you know that?” “I know.” His eyes sparkled with need and suppressed rage. She almost felt bad for whoever had Bay. Almost. They were going to suffer once Kyle got a hold of them.

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Abby stroked his cheek with the tips of her fingers. “I do love you, honey. You know that, right?” Grinning, Kyle licked at her fingers. “I do. Now, we have all this time on our hands.” She couldn’t help it. Never one to deny Kyle what he needed, Abby nodded, bending to kiss him, letting her tongue play over his lips, her tongue tangling with his. Hell, there wasn’t a better way to take her mind off Bay than by letting Kyle make her forget everything else in the world. Reaching down between them, Abby pressed her palm to the front of Kyle’s jeans. “What do you want?” Lifting her with a surge of muscle and a rush of air, Kyle moved them to the little chaise lounge Layla kept in the corner of her office, plopping her down so hard her ears rang for a moment. He shoved all the paperwork off on the floor before working on her clothes, nuzzling at her belly. So fast. Sometimes he moved so damned fast that it stunned her. “Want to taste you,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs, his touch warm and a little desperate. “I could taste you too, honey.” She pulled at him, trying to get him on top of her, and she could tell the moment the light dawned, because he scrambled up on top of her, his hips swinging around to her head so he straddled her with his thighs. “Like this, baby?” “Just like that.” She opened Kyle’s jeans and got his cock out just in time to feel his fingers against her folds, pushing her open so he could lick at her, his tongue rough on her clit. Oh, God. She was definitely distracted from worrying about Bay. Arching up, Abby grabbed Kyle’s hips and pulled him down to her mouth, sealing her lips around the head of his cock. Salty and fine, he slid between her lips, his cock rubbing her tongue, and Abby closed her eyes and let Kyle take every thought in her head away.

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His mouth felt like fire, his tongue a dancing little flame against her clit. He pushed her open carefully, rubbing against her, opening her so he could slide his fingers into her pussy, and Abby moaned around Kyle’s cock, the feeling too big and yet just right. She sucked at him, curling her hands around to grip his ass, where tight muscles pulled and flexed. All she had to do to get him to come was play with his hole, his balls, but she wanted more, wanted his mouth and his moans and his loving. Licking at her, Kyle pushed two fingers inside, his lips closing as best they could around her throbbing clit so he could suck hard on her, and Abby went crazy, pushing her hips up against him, clutching hard at his head with her thighs. It went on and on, though it was probably just a matter of seconds. Kyle fucked her with his fingers, tortured her with his mouth, fucked her mouth with his cock. She just sucked and writhed, caught in the web of pleasure, her worry and fear fading right away, if only for a little while. When Kyle pushed his tongue inside her along with his fingers, she came, her whole body shaking with it, her breasts bouncing while she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Abby wanted to scream with it, but she couldn’t, not with the head of Kyle’s cock hitting the back of her throat. All she could do was hang there, suspended in his need, and she pushed one finger against his tight hole, sliding it inside so hard and fast that she knew he had to feel it, knew it would work its magic. Kyle came for her like a ton of bricks, his hips snapping in the air, his come filling her mouth and throat, hot and bitter-salty. Fucking perfect. Panting, Abby lay there, daring reality to intrude on them, and it didn’t for long moments. Hell, it could have been hours. When it did come crashing back, reality came in the form of Layla’s ironic voice. “Y’all are looking hard for Bay, huh?”

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Kyle moved off her, letting her arrange her clothes while she hid behind him a little. “Actually, we are. We were waiting for you,” Kyle said, his stiff back showing Abby just how growly he was. “We need to find someone named Carla.” Layla blinked, her green eyes sharpening. “What does Carla have to do with it?” Abby got her bra back into place and pushed Kyle out of the way. “Her brother is after Bay for some reason. God knows what.” “Well, shit.” Layla sighed, plopping down behind her desk. “He’s some biggie wow in the wolf pack, you know. You might need help.” “We can handle it.” Kyle tucked himself away. “We just need that name and address.” “You got it.” Layla waved a viciously manicured hand in the air. “Let me call in the reinforcements too.” “Just give us the address, Layla. We’ll do the rest.” Abby had a feeling it would be better for just the two of them to go in, rather than a parade of werecats with guns blazing showing up. She did try to trust her feelings. “Okay. If you’re sure.” “We’re sure,” she and Kyle said together, sharing a grin when they spoke in perfect time. Some things they just knew instinctively. This was one of them. “Okay, then. Carla lives over on West Highland and Charmaine…”

*** They’d gotten Carla’s phone number and address from Layla. Hell, it hadn’t been hard; the little wolfette was far from careful about these things. Kyle was glad she was sloppy, even while he marveled at how stupid some folks were. Kyle had left Abby in the car, knowing they might need to hit the road fast if they found out where Bay was, and he’d gone to sniff around Carla’s apartment. Shit, he’d almost had a heart attack when she walked out the door right in front of him, fitting Layla’s description perfectly. She’d smelled a lot like guilt. Following, Kyle had tracked Carla to a little red Honda before hopping into the car with Abby, poking her in the ribs. “Follow that car, baby.”

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Abby gunned the engine and followed, grinning wildly at him for a moment. “You’ve always wanted to say that, haven’t you? Kyle Leon. International man of mystery.” “Shut up and drive, baby.” He pinched Abby’s butt where it met the upholstery, just shaking his head. She was such a dork. Still, following Carla did seem vaguely spylike, and it was kind of exciting. Carla led them down to the industrial district where the refineries and big shipyards made a noisy, smelly and excellent place to hide a werewolf, weaving in and out of piles of steel and cracked concrete parking lots. She finally stopped at an old prefab building, the rusting tin roof sagging with age. Abby did a good job, parking a few rows down, behind an industrial Dumpster. “Stay out here, baby,” Kyle said. “Be ready to run.” “Bullshit. I’m coming with you.” “Baby…” “Don’t you baby me.” She poked his chest, her eyes flashing that clear gray again. “I’m the acrobat. You might need me to squeeze in and set up your ambush.” “Now who’s acting like the secret agent?” When she didn’t budge, Kyle sighed and nodded. “Okay, baby. You win. Just be quiet and don’t get shot or anything. I like you whole.” A low, sultry purr came from Abby’s throat just before she kissed him breathless. “I know just how you like me, honey. I promise, I’ll remind you when this is all over.” That was the best incentive he’d had to hurry this up all day. Kyle grinned, popping the door and heading out to save the day. He had other things he wanted to squeeze in by nightfall.

Chapter Six Abby watched through the crack in the roof, wincing every time the crazy dude hit Bay. Which was a lot, but it looked like Bay was a fast healer. The cut on his cheek was already knitting back together. Poor guy. Sliding back down to the ground outside, Abby snuck around to find Kyle outside the building’s only door. “Gonna be loud if you go in this way, babe,” she said, pointing to the door. “It sags, and it scrapes on the floor. I think I can get in through one of those high windows.” “No, we both go in, or we don’t go at all.”

“What? It’s just the one guy and Carla. I can take them.”

Kyle’s golden eyes narrowed, his lips pursing into a hard line. “No. Absolutely

not. It’s bad enough Bay is in there. I won’t have you getting caught by this guy too.” Abby felt her everything tighten up at Kyle’s vehemence, her whole body going shivery. “Why, babe. You do adore me, don’t you?” Grabbing her and dragging her up against that lean, elegant body, Kyle kissed her until her eyes crossed and her breath came short. “Of course I do. I love you, baby. Don’t ever forget it. We go in through the door and we go together. You take the girl, I’ll get the guy. Get it?” “Got it.” “Good.” Kyle counted to three, then charged, slamming into the door and flinging it open, the horrible sound of metal on concrete announcing their charge to the rescue about as loudly as possible. Looked like the cat was out of the bag, so they might as well go for it.

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They had a Bay to retrieve.

*** Bay stared at the feline apparitions that stormed the room, sitting bolt upright and almost tearing his arms off. Jesus. Kyle and Abby took no prisoners; Kyle went after Bryan and took the man down with a casual leap, rolling Bryan to the floor and going for the throat. Abby went for Carla, grabbing the girl by the arms and spinning her away. It was like a whirlwind of golden hair and low roars, and before he could even blink, Carla was standing in front of Abby, her arms pulled up behind her back. Bryan was out cold, Kyle having cut off his air supply and knocked him out. Damn. He was glad they were on his side. “Hey, Bay. How’s it going?” Kyle asked it casually, but the rise and fall of that lean chest told a whole different story. “Well, I have to admit, it’s better now than it was. I’d slap your back and thank you, but…” Bay lifted an arm, the dangling chain still attached. Abby laughed, the sound sending a little shiver down his spine. “I have to admit, honey. The situation has possibilities.” “Only if you let me up and let me pee.” His stomach growled. “And feed me.” Kyle moved close, fingers brushing over a bruise on his chin. “Deal. What’s up with these two?” “She’s pregnant. He thinks I did it.” “Huh.” “Yeah. Could you undo me?” His shoulders would never heal up if he didn’t get loose. “Sure.” Going back to Bryan, Kyle searched the guy’s pockets until he found the keys, grumbling when Bryan stirred. “Good time to get her to tell the truth, baby.” Nodding, Abby sort of shook Carla, not rough enough to hurt anything, but enough to make the girl gasp. “You’re going to tell him. We heard your answering machine message, warning Bay.”

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Carla started to sniffle, crying softly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll tell him.” “Good. That means we can take you home for a little TLC, Bay.” Her eyes told him exactly what she and Kyle had planned for TLC, and tired and sore as his body was, it showed definite interest. Awkward, but fun. “Even though I didn’t call?” “I think we can say these were extenuating circumstances,” Kyle said, bending to kiss his mouth before unlocking his cuffs. “Even for a Lupe.” His lips tingled, and Bay smiled, feeling like a wounded hero about to get the best kind of reward. “Cool. Take me home, y’all.”

*** Abby liked the way Bay looked all stretched out on their bed. So fucking hot, still a little bruised and scraped, but definitely interested in the way Kyle was washing him down. Definitely interested. “Feeling better, hon?” she asked, bringing him his second beer. They’d all chowed down on the Chinese they’d bought on the way home, then washed up some, and now Kyle was kind of obsessively rubbing the washcloth over Bay’s cock, which was just about the prettiest thing ever. Made a girl want to join in. “Much better.” Stretching out one big, square hand, Bay smiled at her and drew her down when she took it. “Ready for the rest of the TLC, I think.” “Oh, good.” Her nipples went hard when he kissed the back of her hand, her legs squeezing together at the thigh. “It’s been hard just to watch.” “Not as hard as he is.” She got an evil grin from Kyle, who tossed the washcloth aside and went to stroking Bay with his bare hand. “Look how damned hot he is, baby.” “I can see.” Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around Kyle’s, pressing so they stroked Bay together. “I can feel too.” “Y’all…” Bay arched up under their touch, his hips rocking on the bed. His scent intensified with each touch, each slow slide of their hands on him.

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“Want you both.” Pressing closer, she leaned on Kyle, tilting her head up for a kiss, begging with her mouth. Kyle kissed her hard, and Bay reached up to palm her breasts, his hands warm and firm. Her nipples pressed into Bay’s palms, goose bumps rising on her skin, and Abby gasped, her head falling back so Kyle could lick at her neck. “Sweet. Oh, that feels good.” “Gonna make you feel even better, baby,” Kyle murmured, licking and sucking little patches of her skin. “Aren’t we, Bay?” “I thought this was about making me feel better.” Breathless laughter accompanied the words. Bay shifted beneath them, cock pushing at their joined fingers. “It’s about making us all feel better.” It was too. That crazy Bryan hadn’t really believed Bay, or his own sister for that matter, and who knew when he might come gunning for Bay again? Kyle had left them both tied up in the little warehouse, a cell phone within reach when Carla got loose from the soft material of Bay’s ruined shirt. Which was a hell of a lot more than Abby would have done, if it were left up to her. Kyle brought her back to reality with another kiss, reminding her that she had something better to do than dwell on assholes. At least, those kinds anyway. That did give her an idea, though. “Want to see Kyle do you while you do me, Bay. He was so worried about you.” “Was not,” Kyle ground out, growling a little. “Maybe a bit. Want that too.” Bay stretched out, pushing his prick up hard. “I’m all for it.” “Oh, good.” Laughing, she pulled away, reaching for the slick stuff in the bedside table, knowing they’d need it this time. God, just the thought of those boys doing naughty things… Yeah. Made her shake. When she turned back, Kyle and Bay were all over each other, hands moving on sweaty skin, lips locked, their cocks rubbing as they humped.

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“Oh, jeez.” She could just watch that forever. Except that she really wanted in, wanted to be a part of it. Kyle turned to stare at her, eyes almost glowing gold. “Come on, baby, get with the program.” “Right here.” Waggling the bottle of lube, she grinned, pouncing on them. “Who wants to get Bay ready?” “You do. Want to watch that, baby.” Bay moaned, snapping his hips up against Kyle’s. “God, yes. Please.” “Okay.” Like she was going to argue. She flipped open the cap and squirted some lube on her fingers, waiting for Kyle to back off before she settled between Bay’s legs and spread them wide. “Look at him, Kyle. Just look.” “I am, baby. I’m looking at both of you.” The slightest brush of his fingers down her spine had her moaning. “Hurry.” “I’m hurrying.” Bay was open and ready for her, and she pushed two fingers inside him, just like that, getting him ready for Kyle. His big body bucked for her, his ass working around her fingers, taking them deep. Bay’s cock jerked, and Abby bent to lick at it, completely unable to resist. “Abby! Christ. Come on!” Bay was babbling now, begging, and she knew she was going to have to keep this one, just like she had Kyle. Abby knew Kyle would be right there with her. “Almost ready.” Turning to look over her shoulder, Abby grinned at Kyle. “You ready, babe?” “More than.” Kyle grabbed her hair and bent her back, kissing her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth. He was on fire, his skin so warm to the touch that she almost worried he was fixing to shift. He didn’t. Kyle just pushed her back to Bay, growling. “Get up there and ride, baby.” “Yes.” Panting, she pulled her fingers free and slid up to straddle Bay’s hips. She wouldn’t actually get to watch Kyle do Bay this way, but she’d feel it, and Bay needed a

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little consideration, poor baby. Rising up, she pulled Bay’s cock into place between her legs, sliding down on top of him, taking him deep inside. “Abby…” Bay stared up at her, hands falling to her hips to grip her. His knees rose up on either side of her body, cradling her. Kyle moved up behind her, his chest pressing against her back. “Gonna fuck him now, baby. Gonna do him so good that you feel it in every inch of your body.” “Fuck.” She and Bay said it together, both of them shuddering. Kyle shoved into Bay’s body just as she rose and fell the first time. Abby felt the impact, felt it move up her spine like lightning, her nipples going so tight they almost hurt. Bracing her hands on Bay’s chest, Abby started moving, rolling against the boys, her boys. She was already starting to think of them that way. Like a together thing. So hot. Kyle’s mouth was so hot on her neck, his lips and tongue pressing against her skin, adding another layer of sensation. Bay rubbed against her, one hand sliding down her belly, fingers finding where they were joined and moving on her, sending her slamming back against Kyle’s body. “Yeah. That’s it, baby. That’s it. Come on,” Kyle yelled. “Kyle. Abby. Christ.” Bay arched under them, working hard, sweat beading up on his skin. They were all so damned close, all straining, trying to get where they needed to be. Bay’s fingers found her clit, pressing hard and rubbing in circles, and Abby was the first one to lose it, shouting, her breasts bouncing when she came, her hips rocking madly. “Baby!” Kyle’s hips slapped Bay’s ass, and she could feel it when he came, when his body shuddered against her, his hands clutching her good and hard. Last but not least, Bay groaned, his eyes rolling back when Abby stared down at him. He filled her so deep she knew he would be inside her forever, wet and hot and amazing. They collapsed together, all of them sweaty and breathing hard, all of them starting to chuckle a little.

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“You really need to make sure no one kidnaps you again,” Kyle said, peering at Bay over her shoulder. “We need you to call.” Bay nodded, stroking her back, then Kyle’s ribs. “Maybe I just need to stay over more, so y’all know where I am.” “Sounds like a plan.” Abby snuggled in, amazed at how quickly things could change. She and Kyle had played a lot during their time together, but Bay was different. Part of them. Maybe it was just the edge of danger that came with the difference between cats and dogs. Maybe they were just made to complement each other. Who knew? Either way they were keeping Bay. Even if they had to fight for him.

Julia Talbot Julia Talbot resides in the Southwest of the United States with her dog and several houseplants, and has not quit her day job. She has a penchant for blank books, gay porn, and big, ugly hats. She can most often be found in coffee shops and restaurants, scribbling in her notebook and entertaining other diners with her mutterings. Visit Julia’s website at http://thegates.net/juliatalbot to see her current stories, upcoming projects and visit her blog.