“You said I had the right to your dick.” She wriggled, grinding against his firm length. Dom watched him, awaiting instruction. They’d done this before—shared a woman. But somehow this was different. Stephanie changed everything.
“That’s not what I said, sweetheart. No one has the right to my dick except me.”
“We need to get her back, Grayson,” said Dom. He continually ran his fingers through her hair, entranced by the beauty. Her breasts were exposed, jiggling softly as she writhed on the table. Grayson knew Dom was itching to settle down the past couple years. The way he looked at Stephanie convinced him that Dom saw the future in her eyes. It was nice to see such drive in his friend, but it also terrified him. He’d avoided change for so long, scared to move on with his own life.
“There’s plenty of time. Isn’t there, Steph?” He had the urge to take his time with her, to explore her body properly. Normally, he was only interested in asserting control, sating his primal desires, and nothing more.
“Yes.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer himself. Grayson had a feeling this wouldn’t be the casual encounter they’d all anticipated it would be. But he still grabbed his cock and aimed it between her open legs. As the crest of his cock penetrated her tight walls, he tossed his head back and exhaled in a growl. This moment was a long time coming. He secured her hips in his hands, holding her tight as he slowly impaled her with his erection, careful to ease in.
Dom reached down her stomach and teased her clit as Grayson filled her, inch by inch. She kissed Dom’s neck, grabbing at his collar.
“Take it off,” she murmured.
He could feel her tightening around him, her pussy pulsing with the rapid beat of her heart. When he looked down at her, a wide range of emotion took him by surprise. As much as he wanted to forget the past, it seemed determined to haunt him.
* * * *
Grayson had the thickest cock she’d ever taken, by far. She didn’t realize a man could be so well endowed. At first, she doubted he’d be able to fill her to the hilt, but her overflow of natural fluid assisted him in gliding in effortlessly. He succeeded at squelching the deep itch inside her, his cock caressing every cell in her cunt. It was delicious, but she needed more, needed friction. Would he have the stamina she imagined or would he disappoint her?
Stephanie’s two dream cops claimed her body. They were all trapped in a room, committing every kind of sin. A one-night stand. It was such a basic concept, seemingly infallible. But she wanted to keep them, to own them, to be the only woman to enjoy their hard-earned muscles. When Dominic kissed her the world went away. She was a princess in a fairy tale, loved and cherished.
When Stephanie was a girl, her mother was forced to work long hours to support her on one income. Those many evenings alone were spent daydreaming about faraway places and men who would die for her, who would travel any distance to be by her side. Unfortunately, reality was a stark contrast. She’d learned long ago that men were bastards, only concerned with themselves and their cocks. Her last boyfriend had broken her heart, if it had even been whole to start with. She wasn’t sure. He’d cheated on her with a woman he met at a bar and kept the relationship a secret until she found out on her own.
The betrayal was incomparable, a blow to her confidence that couldn’t be undone. Thanks to her friend, Tammy, she’d healed somewhat, but was still leery of long-term relationships. Love was like Russian roulette, and she couldn’t handle another painful breakup.
Stephanie had to learn to enjoy the moment. She only just turned twenty-six. She could pick up the pieces tomorrow, but this was her chance to live out a fantasy. Dom obliged her, unbuttoning his stiff uniform shirt. She was hungry for him, eager to see the hard muscles she could feel through the navy-blue material. He tugged it open but didn’t undress. His pecs were toned and she could see the upper portion of washboard abs. She wanted to lick her way down his body and exercise her right to suck his dick.
“You have strong hips, Steph. I’ve held back long enough. I know you can handle me,” said Grayson. He proceeded to thrust in and out of her pussy. Each time he’d reenter her body, she felt so full of cock she could scarcely breathe. She reached out to feel Dom’s skin against her palm. His chest was smooth and warm. She slid her entire arm into his open shirt and around his toned back as he hovered over her.
“Kiss me again,” she said. There was something magical in his kiss. Each one felt like a promise, even though she wasn’t naïve enough to believe it.
“Mine,” he said. His lips came down over hers. First, a gentle brush as he smoothed one hand over her breast. He was a skilled lover, taking his time, giving attention to detail. He’d paint circles around her nipple until it was so taut she felt she’d burst. Only then would he take the peak in his mouth, soothing it with his tongue.
Grayson was pure masculinity. He was in full uniform, fucking her with his monster cock. There were so many pleasure points being stimulated simultaneously. It was surreal. She could feel his balls slap her inner thighs with each down thrust, her body becoming slick with clean sweat. Sex had never been like this before. It was as if she was experiencing it for the first time.
“Come, Stephanie!” said Grayson. His thrusts became more urgent, his cock swelling inside her. She doubted a human could reach orgasm on command, but his gruff voice did wicked things to her body. The pressure inside her reached a boiling point. It was right there waiting to explode, but she seemed stuck in limbo. It was beyond frustrating, making her insatiable.
She kissed Dom, ripping at his clothes like a mad woman. “Oh, God!” she cried out. Why couldn’t she come?
“Hold her arms. Apparently, she does need to learn how to behave.”
Dom did as he was asked and pinned her arms at her sides. He entwined his fingers with hers, so she didn’t feel like a prisoner. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Relax, let it happen.”
“I–I can’t…”
Grayson used his thumb to rub circles over her clit as he picked up his pace, fucking her twice as fast. The constant friction was the key, and she gasped as she sailed through the final sweet zone. She was unsure about letting go completely, losing control in front of these two men. But holding back another minute was not an option.
“Trust us,” said Grayson, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. These men may have been cops, but they were virtual strangers. And trust didn’t come easy for Stephanie in any case.
“She’s close,” said Dom. “Her body’s shaking like a leaf.”
“Fuck, she’s stubborn.” Grayson rammed her hard, making her cry out. The power of his cock filled her with unadulterated bliss. She closed her eyes and sailed along until a wave of liquid heat finally escaped. Stephanie held on to Dom, gasping as her body contracted in violent waves. She could feel her cunt squeezing Grayson’s erection, pulling him toward his own release. He groaned, an animalistic sound, his fingers biting into the fleshy sides of her hips.
When she dared to open her eyes he was watching her. Her breath was still labored, her pussy still hypersensitive to every twitch of his spent cock. Even without the shadows, she’d never seen a man with darker eyes. They were framed by thick lashes and held that narrowed gaze which made her blood pump wildly. He was everything…but he was nothing. The one-night stand was over.
“Next time we’ll share you properly,” Dom whispered in her ear. Was it possible to crave sex only minutes after orgasm? She already felt her body heating, preparing for another round.
“Next time?” Those two words tilted her world off axis. Were they heading in a relationship direction, or was she now their go-to girl for a quick fuck? What had she started? All her best-laid plans, the ones she considered safe and simple, were crashing down around her.
He just winked, sitting straight and rebuttoning his shirt. Grayson flicked on the bright overhead lights, making her hustle to cover herself. She was sprawled out on the table, her shirt wide open, skirt around her waist, and a mi
x of fluids leaking down her inner thighs. Dom laughed, watched her scramble to get off the table.
When she finally managed to slip off the table, Gray was right there, standing tall in front of her. He wouldn’t allow her to move around him. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He squatted down in front of her, his broad shoulders tight in his uniform. Then he slipped out a small handkerchief from his breast pocket and flicked it a few times.
“We should forget this ever happened,” she rambled. Now that the lust had settled, she began to consider the consequences of her actions. She’d screamed out like a whore for half the office to hear. How the fuck would she explain that one?
“Hush,” he said. Grayson proceeded to lift the hem of her skirt and gently cleanse the fluid off her legs. Her breath caught. She’d never known a man, especially one as masculine as Grayson, to act so tenderly. She felt special and loved, and she wished she could believe those feelings. When he swiped the soft cloth over her bare folds, her knees went weak. She fell onto his lap where he held her close before standing.
“You can’t carry her out. Let’s finish dressing her and get her to the station before the chief has a coronary.”
Gray chuckled. “She’s light as a feather.” He looked at her, their faces so close. “Cute, too.” Kiss me. Stephanie knew he wouldn’t. She was just a body to him. The sex had been amazing, but she now realized it would never be enough for her. This would be her only one-night stand. She’d have to rely on her old faithful vibrator from now on because she wasn’t strong enough to keep indifferent.
“I don’t want to go to the station.” There could be only one reason she’d be wanted for questioning. It would have to be regarding last Saturday night at the gala. She didn’t want to get in any trouble and really didn’t want to relive her experience. It’s not like she could be a help in solving the car theft. She barely saw the men who’d threatened her, certainly not enough to pick them out in a lineup.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be with you.”
Chapter Seven
“Why’s she so nervous?” asked Dominic. Stephanie acted like a guilty woman, stuttering, pacing, and worrying her lower lip as they waited for the interrogation room to free up. For an innocent party, she was stressing herself out for nothing.
“A lot of people get nervous around cops. You should know that by now.”
Grayson leaned back in one of the adjustable desk chairs. They’d had Stephanie in the other room for twenty minutes already. He was dying to know what was going on, but the detectives wanted alone time with her.
“She doesn’t know anything,” Dominic said, unable to sit still. “If she did, she’d have said something to us by now.”
“Uh-huh.” His partner grabbed a copy of the local paper, as nonchalant as could be. He was difficult to rile, not that anyone would dare. Grayson emanated a don’t-fuck-with-me vibe that kept most people at bay. Not Stephanie. She was impossible, and Dominic couldn’t get enough. Of all the women who came and went in his life, Stephanie was the first one he could imagine waking up to every morning. He didn’t want to lose her, so he hoped his best friend would come to terms with his own feelings before they lost their chance.
One of the detectives came up the hallway. It was Grant, one of the newer guys.
“You finished with her?”
He shrugged. “She’s a tough nut to crack. They’re cutting her loose in a minute.” Grant sat on the edge of the desk, loosening his tie.
Good. He hated not being near her, to think she was under any sort of anxiety. All he could remember were her sweet kisses and the sounds of her lovemaking. A connection had been solidified between them. The games had stopped for those precious minutes when they looked in each other’s eyes. So much emotion swam in her dark gaze that he swore he was drowning, sinking deeper the longer he looked at her. There was more to Stephanie than her ball-breaking personality—and he wanted to uncover it all. He wasn’t sure if she felt the same, but she’d made her way under his skin. When a person had waited as long for love as he had, it rooted quickly.
He wanted her—to claim her, own her, love her. No other woman had affected him the same way. They were either after the uniform or dollar signs, obnoxiously appeasing or too full of themselves. Stephanie was none of that. She was her own woman and didn’t put on a show for their benefit. It was refreshing.
“Look at this. It’s Steph.” Grayson passed him the paper. He flicked it out and looked at the front page of last weekend’s edition. It was Stephanie’s article from the gala with her picture. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“You make anything out of the picture?” Dominic asked Grant, holding up the front page.
“We’re guessing those are our guys in the car, but we have no way to know who they are. So far, this is the best pic we have, and it’s blurry at best.” Grant walked over to the coffee station and lifted the carafe. “Of course the witness knows shit. I can tell she’s lying.”
His hackles went up. “I don’t like your tone, Grant.” When he folded his arms over his chest, Grayson got out of his chair and took up residence between the two men.
“What?” asked Grant, taking a sip of his coffee.
Grayson gave Dominic a little shove, so he returned to pacing the hallway. “If she said she knows nothing, she knows nothing. Lay off her.” At least his partner had the same territorial defensiveness for Stephanie. As much as his friend tried to keep closed off from relationships, he was still a man beneath the tough exterior.
“Something personal?” Grant cocked an eyebrow.
“Just…lay off.”
The sound of numerous footsteps approached. Dominic headed for the mouth of the hallway. Stephanie led the way, walking in hurried steps, a scowl on her face.
“Can you please take me home?” she asked.
“Yeah. Sure.” It was past three o’clock and quitting time. He nodded to Grayson and they all left out the side entrance. Many of their colleagues gave them suspicious glances. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Stephanie were their woman. How would society view it? Would his friends and coworkers accept such a union? He shook his head to clear the thoughts. There was no way Grayson would go for a serious relationship, never mind an unorthodox one like a ménage a trois. He frequently berated the men of Station 23 for their choice to settle down with the same woman. It just seemed like a natural course since they lived and worked together twenty-four/seven.
Once outside, Stephanie’s heels clicked on the concrete sidewalk. She was exasperated, tossing her arms as she turned to face them. “Why didn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you save me from those jerks?”
He’d felt impotent. Dominic had wanted nothing more than to break into the interrogation room and pull her out, but he had to follow protocol in the department. It was bad enough they’d crossed more lines than he could fathom with the feisty brunette.
“It’s standard procedure. Every reporter at the gala has been through here,” said Grayson. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“My car. It’s still at the Heartland Tribute.”
“Don’t worry about that now,” said Dominic. He used a hand at her lower back to lead her to his truck. “You’re upset.”
They reached his pickup truck. “Why aren’t you using your cruiser?” she asked.
“It’s Friday,” he said, opening the passenger door for her. “We’re off for the weekend.” She had trouble reaching the high-running board with her tight skirt on. He was about to give her a little shove up, tempted to get his hands on her cute little ass, but Grayson stopped him. He had a smirk on his face. They both stood back to watch her struggle. Her legs went on forever, long and shapely. One of her shoes fell down and she cursed when she had to hop back down to pick it up. She was anything but ordinary.
When she finally noticed they were amused by her attempts to get into the truck with the raised suspension, she stopped dead in her tracks. “What’s funny?” she asked.
“Having troub
le?”
“A little.”
Dominic trapped her by the side of his truck. She was still angry from her interrogation and now flustered from trying to climb into the passenger’s seat. Her untamed spirit tempted him like an open window to a thief. “Need help?” he whispered close to her ear.
She kept silent, lifting her arms and placing her palms on his chest. Her breathing was labored, and she looked down when she spoke. “You both terrify me.”
He tilted her chin up. “We’re not the bad guys, Stephanie.”
“Aren’t all men?”
He frowned. What has this girl been through? Dominic had been raised in a traditional home with a gamut of siblings. He’d also done his tour in the army after he graduated college, which was why he was late joining the force. Old-fashioned values were ingrained into him from the time he was born. There were a lot of bad apples out there, and he could attest to that, but there were more than a few good men as well.
“You’ve been looking in all the wrong places if you have to ask me that,” said Dominic.
He hoisted her up into her seat and then walked around to the driver’s side. She was sandwiched in between them on the front bench seat, so small and feminine in comparison to their large frames. Everything about their life was darkly masculine. This woman brought her sweet, vanilla scent into his truck, tucking her pink-painted toes up on the seat to get comfortable. He was falling for her a bit more each minute.
* * * *
Every bump in the road and dip in suspension traveled all the way to her clit. She had expected never to see these two men again after their intimate encounter at her office, but here they were. After they dropped her off, would that be it? Every moment she spent with them made her more vulnerable, more susceptible to falling in love. This was supposed to be so simple and now couldn’t be more complicated.
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