Chapter 5
The hotel room Moody was staying in for a couple of days was spacious room on the fourth floor, with a king sized bed, a small table and chair.
Beckett walked in ahead of Castle and stopped by the corner of the bed, aware he also found a place to stand near her. She felt Rick's hands at her coat and glanced over her shoulder as he lifted if off her and lowered it down her arms. He laid the black fur coat over the side of the bed for her. Castle and Beckett looked about the room taking in their new surroundings and Rick walked over to the sliding door. He peered out of the window to the balcony that had a view down into an alley. The seconds he was distracted, Kate sneaked a yearning look at Rick's body, admiring the contours of his strong chest and upper arms. She so wanted to feel his upper arms. They hadn't ever crossed the line of where she could feel his body without it being wrong. She wanted to cross that line. Rick's head turned to look at Kate. Instantly Kate's eyes shifted to the small round table by the window that had Moody's laptop open upon it. There was also a medium sized suitcase recklessly kicked against the wall under the TV.
She felt the weight of Rick's stare on her body. She looked back at him, stared at him for several long seconds then gave him a broad, vivacious and alcohol induced grin, "Castle!" She mouthed seductively and turned away from him. She heard him cough and the sliding door close.
"Christ it's hot in here." Rick said.
Kate discarded her drinks on the bar fridge and dropped her clutch bag on her coat. She checked her iPhone for any missed calls or texts then placed it inside her bag. All the while she sensed Castle was watching her.
She glanced at the men and pointed to the doorway of the en suite, "Little girl's room." She hurried to the bathroom. She quietly, slowly pressed the door closed after she gave both men a provocative smile. She heard their voices but wasn't able to hear what they said.
After Kate closed the door, Hank turned his attention to the seating, shaking is hand in the air, "Man that woman is smoking hot." He threw a few pillows from the chairs to the bed and offered Rick a place to sit.
"She knows she is." Rick commented unable able to take his eyes from the closed door.
"I've gotta ask you something Castle." He began.
Rick tore his eyes from the door, from the image of Kate in her black dress and sat down. He opened a bottle of beer and threw the cap to the waste paper bin. Scored. "Ask away." He invited, giving his nose a quick brush with his finger tip and glancing back to that door. Kate, Kate, Kate! He wished he could take her home and just be with her. He took a drink.
"Are you and Beckett fucking each other?"
Rick coughed up his beer and with a horrified expression glared at Hank who patiently waited for Rick's reply.
"We're friends. That's it." Rick replied.
Hank waved it off, "Don't worry, Rick. I have the answer. I can see it all over your face." He laughed, "Hell man, I want to write a novel about you two. It's a classic love story."
"I don't think so." Rick replied, "We're just friends."
"You keep telling yourself that Rick Castle, and one day you will believe it." He lit a smoke then stood and went to the sliding door he pushed open. He leaned his back against the door frame.
"We are just friends." He emphasized.
Hank laughed and pointed to the door, "That gorgeous woman in there wants you in her panties, your face in her pussy."
"No." Rick glanced to the door. "She doesn't."
Hank pointed at him, "I will have her begging for you by the end of the night." He declared with a cocky grin.
"She won't." Rick confirmed and took another drink. He knew that Hank Moody, in his black jeans and shirt with a few days growth of whiskers, was incredibly appealing to Kate Beckett. Since the second she had met him and particularly that evening she had continually given every indication she liked the other writer, "She likes you."
"So you're okay if I get it on with her." Hank sat down, finished with his cigarette and combed his fingers through his dark brown hair staring at the New York City writer. He clenched his square jaw and studied Rick trying to figure out what the man was thinking. Castle was obviously agitated but was trying his best to conceal his feeling. Moody snapped open his beverage can and took a drink
"It's up to you Hank. She's not mine." Castle calmly replied, glancing to the door. He didn't want Kate to come out. He didn't want to watch her get seduced by Moody. The thought of Moody going down on Kate was killing him.
"She's yours. You don't see is. You just haven't taken her as yours."
"She doesn't want to be with me." Rick found himself saying.
Moody sat forward, "You're too much of a gentleman. You're getting nowhere with that gorgeous piece of pussy playing Mr Nice Guy."
Rick stared at the door his favorite person was behind, thinking about what Moody said. Crude or not, the guy was right. "I don't know whether she is mine. I've been waiting for years for her." Rick stood to reach for the manuscript at the side of Hank's laptop, "Do you still use the IBM typewriter?"
"Of course." Hank replied.
"What's the plot?" Rick plonked himself back in the chair and dropped the manuscript on his lap.
"A heist. A sexy FBI agent, a male conman …. Have a read through it."
"Would love to," Rick opened it up.
"Fuck man, you are such a metro man."
"I might be a metro man Dude, but I'm always around women. How bad could that be?" Rick replied. "I don't have to look far to get a bit when I want it." Rick smiled with a smart ass grin then focused on the manuscript.
Hank chuckled at Castle's perception of his life, "Want a joint, man?"
"She's a cop, Moody." Rick reminded, pointing his finger at the door, "She would kill me." He dropped his hand as the door handle twisted.
"Homicide cop," Moody corrected quickly, "….. narcotics aren't her thing."
"Try it out and see what happens." Rick quietly replied before the door opened.
Kate stood at the basin for over a minute staring at herself in the mirror. She sought answers from her image about what she would do in that room when she returned to the boys. Her dark seductive eyes expressed exactly what bad Kate would have done five years ago. She also knew Castle would be disappointed if she took that path. Would the woman she had evolved to be in the past five years be content with such a decision?
"Get out there, Kate." She hissed and teased her hair, pinched her cheeks and tidied her dress. She walked out the door to the main room. The men seated on the two available chairs, drinking and talking about narcotics.
"Narcotics?" She queried as she walked from the bathroom still in her high heels.
"Never mind, Beckett." Rick brushed off with a wave of his hand and glanced discreetly to Moody as a warning against lighting up a toke in Kate's presence.
Kate saw Rick was browsing a manuscript and was obviously excited about the contents of it, more so than Hank was.
Writers. She rolled her eyes.
Castle had the manuscript on his lap rapidly browsing each page. He barely acknowledged Kate's return to the room but she noticed Moody's attention was instantly drawn to Kate. She sensed his sensual eyes undressed her body. When she lifted her gaze to Moody's eyes she saw exactly what he wanted to do to her. She felt a heaviness in her loins, the stirring of an ache for him to touch her, everywhere. Moody was sitting back in the seat with his knees well apart, his groin deliberately tilted and exposed for her. Kate couldn't help but moisten her lips with wonder of what he looked like beneath the clothing. For a man in his early fifties he was certainly fuckable.
Wanting to do away with the heels she positioned herself in a way that as she bent over to slip out of her shoes, the men had a perfect view of her legs, ass and hips. She heard Moody sucked in his breath, a sound that caused Rick to look up from the manuscript to see what had Moody's attention.
"Whoa!" Rick spontaneously declared, glancing to Moody who chuckled. Rick's eyes returned to the toned legs of Kate Beckett as she seductively took off her stilettos. He had never in his life seen a woman do that so spectacularly. All rational thoughts were sucked from his mind the second Kate straightened up, looked down upon her body and with both palms pressed against her she smoothed her dress down from her breasts to her thighs.
Without being aware she had Rick's undivided attention, she took a bottle from her collection and opened it. She turned about to see Moody grinning in amusement and Rick staring at her with a vacant expression on his face.
"You two have absolutely no fucking idea." Moody laughed
Kate glared at Moody, then shifted her death stare to Rick, "Castle." She sternly warned.
Rick instantly snapped out of his trance. He cleared his throat as his hand rose, his fingers wriggling, "Sorry, but I found that incredibly arousing."
Kate glared at Moody, her deep voice saying, "See what I have to put up with Hank? " She walked over to Rick and stood before him hand on her hips. Very dominatrix. She leaned right over in front of Rick's face in a way that showed the red lace of her bra, exposed her breasts enough to send him crazy. Rick's expression froze. His eyes wanted to look at her breasts but fears kept his eyes between her red lipstick and her eyes. She knew Moody was getting a great view of her bare upper thighs, her ass. She sighed, then said cutely, "Castle turns to putty at my simplest gestures of sensuality."
She flicked her finger at Rick's left cheek. He squawked with pain. "Snap out of it Castle, it's me." She stated and stood up straight. She took a drink as Rick clumsily fumbled with the manuscript, trying her hardest not to laugh at his reaction. Moody on the other hand laughed in hysterics at Rick's behavior.
"Oh, you poor mother fucker, Castle. She has you by the short and curlies!" Moody tormented with a high pitched tone.
Even though crudely stated, it caused Kate to giggle.
"Not at all." Rick looked at Moody, waving his arm up and down the length of Kate's body that was thankfully out of his reach, "I just find her to be provocative on occasions." He swallowed and pulled back his arm mainly for safety reasons when he caught Kate's dark expression directed at him.
"On occasions?" Moody echoed, "All the time is more accurate."
"She regularly looks provocative," Rick admitted, "Is it hot in here?" He wondered why on earth Frank Moody was choosing to embarrass him in Kate's presence.
Kate stepped away from Rick, satisfied she had rattled his cage enough. She did a little bit of a slow circle, her head tilted lazily back, eyes to the ceiling, her drink hanging lazily in her right hand, "I have two novelists in a hotel room with me," she casually noted with her sexiest bedroom voice, "Two story tellers, ruggedly handsome men, alcohol, and a beautiful, seductive woman." She closed her eyes momentarily, smiling when she heard the said men fidget on their chairs. Her eyes opened and meet with Rick's blue eyes, "Perhaps you should both tell naughty Katie a story." She suggestively invited.
Moody sat up and slapped his thigh, jumping at the opportunity, "I'll start. Come over here and sit on this lap you sexy creature."
Kate decided to play right into his hands, released a girlish, sexy giggle and did exactly what he requested. As she made herself comfortable, her seductive dark eyes found Rick's again. She saw Rick was aroused by her, but he was experiencing difficulty accepting her behavior.
He nervously fiddled with the corners of the pages of the manuscript, feeling as though he had been swallowed and digested only by Kate's large eyes. She really had upped the antics. With her eyes alone he could feel himself coming undone.
"Are you going to play along, Castle?" Kate inquired stretching a leg delicately out, pointing her toes in his direction. She stared at Rick, licked her lips. "I want you to tell me a story."
"I'm in." Rick answered and dropped the manuscript on the floor.
