Chapter 5: Morgan

"Where's your room?" Kit asked against my mouth. He tasted like pineapple and grenadine with a hint of gin.

Aaren butted in, "We still need to talk, Morgan." He sat on the couch with Sophia–at least I think that was her name–draped over his lap.

"We aren't going to see Brad for at least two hours, so I'm going to go enjoy Kit here and I'll see you later." Aaren rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, running his hands through Sophia's hair. "Down the hall, last door on the right." Kit kissed down my jaw and set off out of the room at a quick pace, my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Do you have condoms," he asked between rough kisses.

I nodded and laughed. "Condoms? As in plural?" He grinned against where his lips met my throat and chuckled darkly. The sound sent a shock wave through my system.

When we were in my room, I hopped down from his embrace and locked the door behind us. He grabbed me from behind and pressed himself against my back, kissing roughly down my shoulder and leaving little nips on my flesh. I spun in his arms and began untucking his shirt, unbuttoning it and ripping it down his arms. "How do you want me, Kit?" I looked up at him from under my lashes and enjoyed the wild look in his eyes.

"However you'll take me, baby."

I laughed as I worked at his belt and then the button of his slacks. "Good answer."

After he stepped out of his slacks, his clothes a puddle on my floor, he started undressing me as he walked me slowly back to the bed. "Condoms." Not a question, but a command.

I pointed to the drawer next to my bed when something caught my eye. A face poking out of my walk-in closet. It was dark in my room but the dull illumination from the light strips along my ceiling let me see that it was a woman, staring wide eyed and slack-jawed at us.

Grinning to myself, I looked away. If she thought I'd save her when Brad found her, she was in for a rude awakening. I knew better than to interfere with his games. He'd find her in here and f*ck her in front of us no doubt. The thought sent a shiver straight to my c*ck as Kit yanked down my pants. He grinned up at me from his crouched position and held my gaze as he slowly worked my boxers down.

"Is this for me?" His voice was thick with lust and the deepness of his voice made me temporarily forget the poor woman in the closet.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he stood, taking my lips between his teeth once more. He gently pushed me down onto the bed and stood before me, working his own boxers down his legs in a strip tease motion. I slid my foot up his thigh and playfully pushed him away.

That turned out to be both a very bad and great decision. He pounced on me, tossing my legs to either side as he pressed himself between them. I let out a high-pitched giggle that echoed through the room.

Kit reached into the drawer of the end-table and found the tiny foiled package he sought so desperately. I watched with hooded eyes as he ripped it open with his teeth and worked the piece of latex over himself.

"Lube?" His voice had a breathless quality that made me smile.

"Same drawer," I reached over and fished it out only for him to snatch it from me and coat his fingers.

I felt his forefinger against me and let out a gasp. "Are you ready?" He didn't wait for my answer as he began to work the tip of it inside of me. "F*ck, that's tight," he mumbled as he leaned into my neck and bit down.

I moaned as his other hand fisted in my long blond hair and jerked my head back, exposing more of my throat. I heard a moan in response but it was from the direction of the closet. I held back the chuckle lodged in my chest. It was tempting to call her out of the closet to come and join us, but Brad would probably burn down half the house if I got to his prey before him. He didn't mind sharing, none of us did, but getting in the way of his hunt would not end well for anyone involved. Especially her.

Kit worked another finger inside me and once again, the watcher was forgotten. I arched my back and wiggled closer to him. After a few moments, I was relaxed and stretched enough that Kit withdrew his fingers and notched himself against my entrance. I didn't have time to catch a breath before he was inside of me. I winced and gasped at the intrusion but it was a sweet kind of pain.

"F*ck, you feel so good," I whispered into his skin. He growled low and deep in response and it was impossible not to tighten around him as the sound sent shivers through me.

"Oh little mouuuse," I heard the sing-song of Brad's voice from just outside the door. "I know you're in there!" There was so much mirth in his tone, he knew he had her cornered and there was no where she could go.

"Occupied," Kit shouted, a slight annoyance in his voice.

The doorknob jiggled and then came a pounding against the wood. "Open up, Morgan!" I simply smiled and rocked my hips up to take Kit deeper.

Kit let out a sound of irritation but I grabbed his jaw and kissed him deeply. "It's just Bradley, he's looking for the woman hiding in my closet."

His head whipped towards the door that sat ajar, spotting the same sliver of a face that I'd seen before. "What in the Hell is a woman doing in your closet?" His thrusting slowed and I wiggled beneath him in a weak attempt to make him move inside me again.

"It's a game he likes to play, but if I don't unlock the door right now he will break it down." And then like I had manifested it, Brad began banging against the door with both fists and then slamming into it with his shoulder. "See," I let out a vexed breath. He was always getting in the way with his bullsh*t.

"He's not going to stop, I better let him in." Kit growled again but it wasn't lust filled like it had been. I was going to make Brad pay for this one. "Hold the f*ck on!" I yelled at the door as Kit sat up and pulled out of me.

But I didn’t even sit up fully before I heard the sound of wood splintering. Goddamnit, he was going to break it down just to say he f*cking did it.

"You are a f*cking menace to society," I yelled past the sound of wood being torn to shreds. "Goddammit Bradley!"

I couldn't even make it to the door before it splintered and split from the hinges, falling to the floor in a loud bang. There stood Brad, a dark shadow in my wrecked doorway.

"Where is she?" His chest heaved in and out as he scanned the room and took in the scene. His eyes went to my stiffness and then to the bed where Kit sat and covered himself.

I nodded my head towards the closet and felt a pang of guilt as I heard the woman yelp and slam the door, her body thudding against it as if her weight could keep Brad out. I knew he wouldn't relent or give truce to her. It was just a matter of time.

He marched towards the closet and tried the handle, jiggling it and laughing heartily when she pressed more firmly against the door to keep him out. "Little mouse, little mouse, let me in!"

She giggled and my shoulders relaxed a fraction. I turned back to Kit and his face was twisted in concern as he stared at Brad's back.

"Should we go somewhere more private," he asked without looking at me, eyes still glued on the scene unfolding.

I shrugged and straddled his lap, pulling his attention back towards me. "I don't mind the audience if you don't," I teased.

His arms wrapped around my waist as I sat over his c*ck, reaching back to position it against me. "I guess I don't mind," he said with a smile on his lips.

Brad pounded on the door again, scaring the sh*t out of the woman inside. "If I have to break down a second door, I'm going to take it out of your ass, little mouse." She squealed as Brad pressed gently on the door, opening it an inch before it slammed closed again.

"If you break another door I'll make sure Aaren hears about it," I threatened.

Brad growled and shot me a glare over his shoulder, as if daring me to do just that. He pressed more firmly on the door, opening it wide enough that the woman inside let out another yelp and slammed back into it. I could tell he was attempting to be gentle so as to not harm her by barreling in.

"You can only hide for so long, little mouse. Come out and I'll make sure you're rewarded, baby." It was quiet then for a moment as she considered his proposal.

Kit pressed into me then, bringing my focus back to him as the sensation of him inside of me set my senses to overdrive. He was getting off on having an audience and I knew then it was probably his first time. What a champ.

"You'll have to drag me out of here kicking and screaming," the woman called out, a laugh on her lips.

Brad howled then, a haunting sound that would give anyone pause. He braced himself against the door and shoved it all the way open. She stumbled back and Brad flicked the closet light on. The soft glow illuminated the room and I looked down at Kit as he rolled his hips into me, his eyes flicking between me and the show unfolding to our left.

"Do you want to watch them as you f*ck me," I asked in a hushed whisper.

His eyes flashed to mine, his lust filled gaze shining with promise. "Is that okay?"

I chuckled and sank down on him fully. "Get ready for a f*cking show. Brad takes no prisoners." Kit's eyes widened at that, hiz gaze flicking back to them.

Brad stormed into the closet where the woman sat pressed against the wall. He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist to relieve some of the pressure on her throat. "There you are, Leah." His voice was thick with a menacing tone that sent a shiver down my spine. Watching Brad hunt his prey was always a good dose of adrenaline.

I didn't mind admitting to myself that I liked watching him f*ck. He was a master at what he did and I'd never once seen him leave a partner less that devastatingly satisfied.

Kit and I both watched them as we moved fluidly against one another, our eyes glued on the scene unfolding.

"We have an audience, little mouse. Let's make sure we put on a good show."

She moaned as his lips brutally met hers in a predatory kiss. "Yessir," she said in a breathless whisper and Brad ripped her away from the wall and walked her over to the empty side of my king-sized bed.