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Kate tells Richie one day that she misses his face in his old horn rimmed glasses. He starts wearing a fake pair the next day.
She casually admires a dress in the window of a strip mall shop and that weekend Seth gives it to her.
If other men even glance her way, Kate can feel both of the brothers tense and walk closer next to her, sometimes both touching her back at the same time.
It's safe to say they tend to cater to her every whim, need, and wish. And that they consider her to be theirs.
In the past Kate would have found the idea of belonging to someone outside of marriage to be strange and wrong, but feeling claimed by the Gecko brothers doesn't feel that way to her. Granted, her views have changed a lot in the past year, her entire world has changed. But it still just feels good, it makes her feel stronger and happier.
Not that she needs a man, or men, to make her feel better about herself. Kate just feels so protected by them, so safe, and really so very loved.
It's a powerful feeling too. Seth and Richard Gecko, criminals and killers, wrapped around her finger like snakes. And Richard, who could tear people apart, is never gentler than with Kate.
Kate realizes eventually that she's fallen in love with both of them. It frightens her a little bit, the concept of wanting both of them, even just the concept of love itself. She's never been in love, never knew what it would be like, but thinking back it hit her so hard and so fast she didn't even know what it was at the time.
She's staring at Richie one day, sitting at the table in their hotel room counting money and smoking a cigarette. Kate hated the robberies at first, felt like her daddy was watching from Heaven and that he and Mama would be angry at her. But making a decent living in Mexico the sinless way isn't easy, and the world is full of fucking vampires. What's a little robbery now and again?
She's staring at him, at his large hands flipping through the paper. His thumb swiping again and again, stopping every so often to pull the cigarette from his mouth to blow out smoke. Every now and then he just curls one side of his mouth, his upper lip curving into almost a snarl, and lets the puff out that way. Kate remembers what those lips felt like on hers so long ago, something they've never talked about either because he's afraid to scare her with it, or because he doesn't think she's interested after all this time. Probably doesn't think she wants anything to do with him in that way now that he needs blood to survive. But that kiss is a memory Kate revisits over and over, in dreams and fantasies where it's much more private and heated. Where it goes much further than a kiss. Richie might not be human anymore, but he's still the kind yet twisted soul she felt so endeared to when they met.
Now she imagines herself going over to him, straddling his large thighs and pulling the cigarette from him, taking a drag herself and sliding her mouth over his own.
Even worse, she thinks of Seth coming in and watching. Thinks of him coming up behind her and stroking his hand over her neck, pulling her chin up to look at him, pressing his tongue between her lips.
Richie looks at her over the rim of his fake glasses and gives her a small grin. Kate tries to cleanse her mind, she has to be careful around Richie because she can never tell if he can see what she's thinking.
"Bored, Katie?" Richie asks, putting the last stack of cash into a band and pushing the whole bunch of it across the table into a black duffel bag.
Richie always says her name in a fashion that just gets to her, in the best way. Kate stretches from her spot on her bed and shrugs. "I'm okay. Maybe a little."
He winks at her and stubs out his cigarette. "Seth'll be back soon, we can do something. Whatever you like."
Kate's mind flashes with images she'd rather he not see, so she pushes them away. Still, she wants to be close to her boys somehow. "We should go out dancing."
Richie chuckles, stuffing the bag in a slit he cut in the mattress. Not the safest place, but then it's not their only bag. "That's a idea. I don't know if Seth will dig it, though."
She can't help the tug of a pleased smirk on the side of her mouth. She's sure it won't be hard to convince Seth.
- -
It only took a little begging for Seth to finally relent into the idea of going to a club. Seth's never been a club guy, he would much rather stay at home watching baseball and drinking beer than in a sweaty room full of drunk morons as he calls them, but Richie doesn't care either way and Kate likes dancing every now and then. It's a way to lose herself, to forget, to focus instead on the pulsing beat and the movement of her own body.
Plus her sexy green dress that hugs her in all the right spots probably helps too.
When they go out Kate will usually opt for black jeans and some sort of "dressy" top. Except for when she swims she's still not big on showing a lot of skin. Not because of a fear of immodesty, but more she's still not sure how she feels about herself. Some days she likes her newer curves, her toned limbs from fighting culebras that threaten them, other days she just wants to hide in a big paper bag.
She bought the dress one day on a whim when the boys weren't around, and tonight when she emerges from the bathroom in it she thinks they just might swallow their tongues.
Kate sees the way they look at her sometimes. But still, Kate's never sure if they're really seeing her, or if they're just starved for any warm female body to look at. They haven't been with anyone since Kate's joined them on the road, which Kate figures is pretty weird for two grown attractive men, but she figures they're just worried about bringing anyone else into their strange and dangerous existence.
Right now though, Kate knows they're seeing her. Richie licks his lips and Kate thinks fangs, her body shivering deliciously. Seth rubs his hand over the back of his neck, looking at her through his lashes and she wants to feel those long lashes fluttering over her cheeks.
She can't help but smile as she walks past them to the door. "Come on, Geckos, move your butts."
- -
The music in the club is so loud it courses through her body like a second heartbeat. The place is packed, people dancing all over each other, lights flashing and swiping around the room. Kate feels two hands on her back and she feels looked after, the warmth of their touch reassuring. Both brothers look incredibly sexy, wearing nice slacks and jeans for Seth, casual dress shirts undone a few buttons.
Kate plans on getting them touching her in other places tonight.
"I want a drink!" She yells, and they follow her to the bar.
After a couple shots each, Kate grabs Seth's hand and slides under his arm. "Stop looking like such a grumpy cat!"
Seth smiles at her lazily and wraps his forearm around her. "You know this isn't my scene, princess. But for you, I'll try." He kisses her cheek and she feels herself blush head to toe. Combined with the tequila, Seth's closeness makes her skin buzz with sweet sensation.
Richie comes up behind her and rumbles in her ear. "You bring us here to stand or to dance, sweetheart?" His breath is hot and his lips brush her ear, and Kate's thighs clench. She takes both brothers by the hand and pulls them out to the floor.
Usually when they dance, she dances with them one at time. And more often than not it's stupid, goofy dancing, until they're both out of breath and laughing.
Tonight though, Kate turns her back to Richie and presses back, pulling Seth towards her until she's sandwiched between both of them, and starts to slowly move her body to the grind of the music.
Seth looks at her with dark eyes, still slightly tense and guarded, like he's not sure what's happening or if he is sure he doesn't want to do anything stupid. Kate runs her hands over his shoulders and slides one round behind his neck, training her eyes on him and pressing her hips forward on his in silent reassurance. He grips her waist, his touch hot and branding.
Behind her, Richie gently holds her hips, his large and inhuman body fitting against hers. Kate lets her bottom push back into his crotch, and she swears she hears him hiss, really hiss, in her ear.
Kate closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of both brother's firm and strong bodies moving over her small frame. She leans her head back on Richie's chest and feels calloused fingertips stroke down her throat. Kate runs her tongue over her dry lips, and nails press into her side.
The pulse of the beat is slow and steady, Kate's hips following it perfectly as she dances in her safe cocoon. Sweat dots her forehead, she's hot all over, and when she blinks her eyes open Seth's looking at her like he's starving.
She licks her lips again and just almost can hear him groan over the din, before he leans over and kisses her jaw. Kate's mouth falls open on a sigh, and Richie's thumb pulls down gently on her bottom lip. Kate's tongue snakes out and tongues at the rough pad, and Richie turns her around quickly in his arms. She looks up at him, eyes almost yellow and reptilian, but still her Richie's, still full of love and kindness and right now desire. Seth mouths her neck and runs a palm over her stomach. He's hard against her bottom, and when she rubs back on him he grips her chin, pulls her head to the side and sucks her bottom lip between his.
They kiss dirty and slow, until she's absolutely breathless with need and want, throbbing and wet. Seth strokes up her thigh under her dress, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin right below her bottom. She gasps, lips parting and then she's being gripped at her jaw by Richie and it's his lips moving plush over her own, tongue slipping against hers, over and over until she can swear to God himself she can hear him inside her head.
Kate, Kate, so gorgeous, so lovely, so fucking sexy, Kate, want to fuck you right now, fuck you with Seth, make you feel our love, Kate.
"Oh, God," Kate gasps, the sound lost amid the noise. Richie looks at her, knowing she heard him, looks past her at Seth. He nods, and Kate looks behind her. Seth brushes her sweaty hair from her forehead, his own glistening wet, and raises an eyebrow. Kate nods, and the Gecko brothers lead her out of the club, hands on her like a brand, two dark knights at her sides.
Seth breaks the speed limit getting them back to their motel.