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Kita turned around abruptly and grabbed his face, pressing her lips to his. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he hugged her closer, his lips overwhelming her kisses with his own. It felt right. It felt like they’d never lost any time.
Sitting on the bed, he pulled her onto his lap, encouraged when she didn’t break away. With her body flush to his, her breasts tempted him to break the connection. But he couldn’t. He had fifteen years of pent-up desire for this woman. He couldn’t unlock their lips until he was certain she wouldn’t disappear into thin air once more.
Kita’s fingers scraped his head, the slight pain from her nails turning him on more. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue matching the way her hips ground into him. Already, he could smell her arousal, sweet and musky.
“All righty, I’m here to check on our visitor.”
When Kita broke free, Kevlar cursed Doc’s timing. She fumbled off his lap to stand.
“I can come back later if you want.” Doc looked at Kita, then him, curiosity in his blue gaze. There was also a hint of humor that made Kevlar frown.
“No, it’s fine,” she rushed to say. “Old friends catching up.”
Doc snorted. “That’s not how I catch up with friends.” He smirked. “But then again, I don’t have many old friends I’d kiss.”
Clearing his throat, Kevlar looked to Kita but was disappointed when she didn’t meet his gaze. Her hands went to her breasts and he was grateful Doc looked away. “I’ll grab some food.”
He escaped the room and awkward silence, cursing at himself all the way to the kitchen. His plan was to question her about the night before, not kiss her. When it came to Nikita, he was lost.
***
“So, you gonna tell us the story?”
Kevlar looked up from his cup of coffee and met Brewer’s blue eyes. Two sandwiches sat on the coffee table, neither looking appetizing in the moment.
“About what?” He noticed Dolly step into the den, her usual high ponytail swishing back and forth in tempo with her eyes.
“About the girl you clearly have a thing for.” Dolly walked over to the couch and unceremoniously sat next to him. “She’s a pretty one too. I hear Rubble mention she’s a Cutthroat doll.”
Brewer’s brows lifted. “Oh, really?” He took the recliner opposite the couch. “Tell all, brother.”
Contemplating simply standing and flipping them the bird, the idea left Kevlar the moment he realized how much Kita meant to him.
He placed the empty cup on the coffee table and folded his arms over his chest. If he was going to talk about Kita, he could trust these two to keep their mouths shut.
“I knew her back in the day. Rubble and I came across her at the cantina. I noticed a Cutthroat getting aggressive so I—”
“Saved the day like a hero,” Dolly finished, a secretive smile on her ruby red lips. She could pull off any shade of lipstick with her dark hair and bold blue eyes.
He smirked. “Something like that, yeah.”
Brewer shook his head. “Macha would be proud.” He glanced around the room. “But between the three of us, were you just scoping out the nymph competition?”
“Please, those girls have nothing on my nymphs.” Dolly laughed, rolling her eyes.
“Dolly’s right, of course.” Kevlar nodded at the club madame. “But there’s something special about Kita. She’s the real thing.”
He noticed Brewer exchange a glance with his sister. “Uh-oh. Somebody’s thinking with his little head.”
“Who said it was little?” Rubble said, entering the room, a tumbler of whiskey in hand. “Hell, I’ve seen it a time or two. It’s not so little.”
“Are you seriously complimenting my dick right now?” Kevlar shook his head, laughing.
“Fuck you. I was making conversation.” Rubble finished his whiskey in one swallow, prompting Brewer to grab a bottle from the bar and return moments later to refill it.
“You like this girl then?” Dolly asked after they all had a glass of whiskey in hand.
Kevlar considered the question. He’d always liked Kita. She was feisty and one of a kind. “I’m worried about her. Anyone under a Cutthroat roof isn’t good, and I know Kita’s a smart girl.”
