Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share

by Trista Ann Michaels

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  Cheyenne stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, wondering when she’d become so sex crazed.

  “You’re just bored,” she told her reflection. “Find something to occupy yourself. Go find a squirrel and do a bypass on its heart.”

  She snorted. That was a stupid idea. Without a bypass machine, it would die. She sighed and turned her back to the mirror and leaned against the counter.

  “Get a grip, go back out there, and help with dinner. Stop moping in the damn bathroom. They’re just men, not some sex gods out to seduce you.”

  Although the idea of her seducing them had promise.

  She lowered her head and squeezed her temples between her thumb and forefinger. “Stop it, stop it, stop it.”

  “Cheyenne?” Parker called.

  She jumped. “Yeah?”

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. No. She wasn’t. She had to admit, though, it was nice of him to ask. Parker seemed to be the worrier. That thought made her smile slightly. Parker a worrier? How could a man so big, strong, and confident be a worrier?

  “Cheyenne?” Parker called again.

  “I’m fine,” she called back. “I’ll be right out.”

  He didn’t answer, but she could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor as he walked back to the kitchen. She imagined him walking across the floor naked, that tight ass… She growled softly toward the ceiling and quickly left the bathroom.

  In the kitchen, she washed her hands and tried not to look at Parker. Maybe this would work. Just don’t look at them. Out of sight. Out of mind. Right?

  She sighed. Wrong.

  “Do you need me to do anything?” she asked.

  Like pinch your nipples? Lick your cock? She shivered slightly as she threw the towel on the granite countertop. Maybe Grayson needed help in the shower.

  “Stop it,” she snarled to herself.

  “Stop what?” Parker asked with a chuckle.

  She turned to look at him, her cheeks flaming. He stood at the island, a rag he’d used to clean up his mess still in his hand. What was sexier than a man working in the kitchen? A naked man working in the kitchen, perhaps?

  “Nothing,” she croaked, then cleared her throat. “Sorry. I think I’m starting to get a little cabin fever. Are you sure we can’t go somewhere? Do something?”

  Parker set the rag in the sink and leaned his hips against the edge of the counter. With his arms crossed over his chest and that casual stance, he looked good enough to eat.

  “What did you have in mind?” he asked.

  Don’t say sex. Don’t say sex.

  “Maybe a hike?”

  He nodded and appeared to be thinking. “There’re some trails close by that would probably be okay.”

  She smiled in relief. Something to stare at besides their bodies. That was good. “That would be great. Anything to get me out of this cabin.”

  “You would have to stick close to us; between us would be better.”

  Cheyenne closed her eyes briefly and swallowed the sudden lump of lust that nearly choked her. “Great,” she said.

  Parker’s lips twitched, and a wicked light shone in his eyes that made her believe what he’d said had a double meaning. Or maybe she was reading things that weren’t really there.

  “We’ll head out tomorrow after breakfast; then we’ll do some more shooting.”

  “Grayson said something earlier about hand-to-hand.”

  Parker snorted softly. “Yeah. I’m sure he did.”

  She tilted her head and frowned. “Is there a problem with hand-to-hand?”

  “No,” Parker said with a shake of his head. “Hand-to-hand is Grayson’s forte. I can outshoot him, but he can lay me flat out on my ass every time. He prefers that to shooting, so it makes sense he would bring it up.”

  She gave a nod of understanding.

  “Might not be a bad idea,” Parker added.

  That’s what he thinks. One hand on that man, and she’d be a goner. No doubt about it. So gone. Like clothes off, bodies tangled gone. And there went her nipples tingling again. She rolled her eyes and picked up the spoon so she could stir the rice. “Looks like it’s done,” she murmured.

  “Gray! Dinner’s ready!” Parker yelled, making Cheyenne jump.

  She whacked him on the shoulder with a wooden spoon. He turned to her with a grin that literally left her breathless. She pointed the spoon at him, determined to ignore the growing sensation of need that seemed to always be simmering in her womb this afternoon. “Don’t yell.”

  “Yes, Mom,” he drawled.

  She giggled at his teasing. She didn’t care if he yelled; she liked to pick at him. Maybe if she pretended they were her brothers? Nah, that was just sick.

  No doubt about it, she thought. She was screwed.

  * * * *

  Parker took the plate Cheyenne handed him and set it in the dishwasher.

  “Was that it?” he asked.

  “That’s it,” she replied.

  Parker shut the door and started the wash cycle. With a sigh, he turned and stared around the kitchen. “If we cooked, how is it we ended up cleaning?”

  Cheyenne smiled softly. Parker’s heart did a little flip. She was too damn pretty for her own good. Hell, he’d make up a heart problem just so she would examine him.

  “Grayson got a call from your boss,” she said.

  Parker scrunched his nose. “I think Grayson’s long-winded on purpose. Anything to get out of cleanup duty.”

  She giggled as she dropped into the leather recliner. She pushed it back into full recline position and stared up at the ceiling. “Another night. Another movie. Another TV show. Are you sure we can’t go into Gatlinburg? It will be dark soon.”

  Parker smiled slightly. He knew she was bored. He was too. He wasn’t used to this. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said softly.

  She sighed and kept her gaze glued to the ceiling.

  “We could start that hand-to-hand training,” he offered as he walked toward her chair.

  “No,” she said tiredly.

  Parker grabbed the edge of the recliner and put his weight on it, lifting the legs off the floor and forcing her head down. She squealed and gripped the arms of the chair. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him.

  “Why not?” he asked, fighting a grin.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She swallowed and tried again. “That probably wouldn’t be a good idea.”

  “Afraid you’d lose?” he asked with amusement.

  The look on her face was a mixture of shock and something that resembled a deer stuck in the headlights of a car. Afraid to move. Afraid to speak. Afraid to say what was really on her mind.

  “I have no doubt I would lose,” she said after finally finding her voice. “Would you set me back down, please? The blood’s rushing to my head.”

  Parker chuckled but set the chair back down. He walked around it and took a seat on the corner of the leather couch. She eyed him warily. “What the hell was that for?” she asked.

  He shrugged and set his elbow on the armrest, then rested his chin on his fist. “You looked bored. I thought I would liven things up a bit.”

  She gave him a sarcastic smile that quickly morphed into a scowl. “Funny.”

  Her gaze shifted to the stairs as Grayson stepped down into the great room. Parker didn’t miss the way her eyes moved over every inch of his cousin. She certainly didn’t hide her attraction to either of them very well. For a brief second, Parker allowed himself to imagine what her eyes would look like darkened in passion. His cock twitched behind his jeans, expressing its obvious interest.

  Parker immediately regretted his line of thought. It was hard enough not touching her without his cock aching on top of it.

  “Everything okay?” she asked Grayson.

  “Everything is fine,” Grayson replied as he walked over to the couch and sat down. “The DA has all the evidence.
Now we’re just waiting on the men to be picked up.”

  “How long do you think that will take?” Cheyenne asked.

  “They probably know they’ve been identified, so I’m sure they’re deep in hiding. It may take a while.”

  Cheyenne growled and dropped her head back against the chair. “I’ll go insane!”

  “We’ll figure something out, Cheyenne,” Grayson said. “I’m about to go a little stir-crazy myself.”

  “I told her we would go hiking tomorrow. I think there’s a few smaller trails close by that should be safe enough,” Parker said.

  Grayson gave a nod. “Sounds good to me. Some of the bigger ones might be okay too. I doubt the mob is out hiking the Smokies. If we stay away from town, we should be fine.”

  “Game of Thrones is on tonight,” Parker said. “How about I make us some popcorn and we get settled?”

  “Sounds good,” Cheyenne replied, but her unhappy gaze was still glued to the ceiling.

  Her sadness tugged at his chest, making him feel off and unsettled. He much preferred to see her smile or hear her laugh. He had a feeling being cooped up in this cabin and laughing wasn’t something any of them would be doing very much.

  “Cheer up, Doc,” Grayson drawled as he stretched his legs out and settled his boots on the thick wooden coffee table. “At least you have two gorgeous male specimens to keep you company.”

  Parker bit his tongue to keep from chuckling as Cheyenne lowered her gaze and gave Grayson a look of pure innocence. “Really?” she asked. “Where?”

  Parker laughed as he set the pot on the stove to heat the butter and oil. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed that she and Grayson were smiling at each other.

  “At least I got her to smile,” Grayson said. “That sad frown was beginning to be a downer.”

  “I can’t help it,” she said. “Parker? Do you need any help?”

  “You can grab us some sodas out of the fridge,” he replied.

  She frowned. “Do you have any idea how bad those things are for you?”

  “Yes, I do,” Parker replied good-naturedly. “And I’m okay with that. Besides, do I look like I need to worry?”

  Cheyenne shook her head as she grabbed two sodas and one bottled water from the fridge. “I swear,” she said with a soft laugh. “I don’t know that I’ve ever met two more arrogant and full of themselves men in my life.”

  Parker and Grayson shared a smile as she walked back to the living room. She placed Parker’s soda on the table before passing Grayson his. As she moved about the room, Parker couldn’t help but stare at her ass. It was the perfect size for grabbing and slapping. He imagined it with a large red handprint in the middle of her right ass cheek.

  He felt his cock harden and decided he needed to change the direction of his thoughts and quick. He placed the popcorn in the bowls and rejoined them in the living room as the show started.

  Cheyenne had said during dinner that this was one of her favorite shows. Parker had been thrilled. He loved it too. When he found out she’d even read the books, they’d jumped into a discussion about upcoming events of the show.

  Grayson had put a stop to it, though, by yelling, “Hey. You’re ruining the show for me.”

  Cheyenne had laughed and agreed to change the subject.

  When it came to books, Grayson was more of a thriller and mystery guy. Parker liked the science fiction and fantasy genres. Cheyenne’s interests skipped all over the place—romance, mystery, some fantasy such as Game of Thrones, and even the Dresden Files.

  Like Grayson had said. Woman of his dreams.

  “Uh, jeez. Really?” Cheyenne mumbled so low he barely heard her.

  Parker glanced at the screen and realized he’d missed several minutes because he’d been thinking about Cheyenne. The second he tuned back in, he noticed what the issue was and almost laughed. On the screen was the scene where Littlefinger was instructing two female prostitutes.

  One woman was pleasuring the other while Littlefinger told a story. It was an interesting scene, and he could well imagine finger fucking Cheyenne from behind like the one prostitute. Cheyenne’s moans would fill the room as she came closer and closer to climax.

  He’d prolong it. Go slow. Stretch and fuck her wet, tight walls with his fingers until she begged him to let her come. And when she did, her walls would contract and tug at his fingers, making him…

  He had to stop thinking about this.

  He glanced over at Cheyenne. Her cheeks were slightly red, her hand frozen right in front of her mouth, a piece of popcorn poised at her lips. He turned to Grayson, who also watched Cheyenne, a look of pure lust in his eyes.

  Okay, maybe watching this show wasn’t such a good idea after all. What the hell had he been thinking? He knew this show often had graphic sex scenes in it. Cheyenne should’ve known as well, but this one seemed to be more of a turn-on than others.

  Was it because it was two women? Or was it because he wanted Cheyenne?

  The scene finally ended, and it seemed they all three let out a small breath of relief. Parker still couldn’t get his mind off Cheyenne. Was she wet? Was she so horny her pussy actually throbbed? What would she do if he went over there and kissed her? Slid his tongue into her mouth and devoured her? Or better yet, stuck his face between her legs and licked away all that warm cream?

  He was going to drive himself insane if he didn’t stop.

  Chapter Ten

  Cheyenne felt like pouring her entire bottle of water over her face. When Parker reached up to turn off the lamp, leaving the television as the only light in the room, she felt a small bit of tension leave her body. At least now maybe they wouldn’t see the hard marbles her nipples had become.

  Her panties were soaked and between her legs burned so hot, she had to struggle to keep from squeezing her thighs together to at least get some relief. All through that scene, she imagined her agents doing that to her.

  They would bend her over, push their fingers inside, and fill her, taking away this ache that now nearly overruled every ounce of common sense she’d once had. And now didn’t. She reached for another piece of popcorn and let her arm softly graze across her nipple. It was all she could do to not moan out loud at the touch.

  God, she wished it was theirs.

  She wanted one of them to squeeze and suck her nipples—even bite them—while the other licked between her legs like she now licked the popcorn from her finger. She jerked her hand away from her mouth as the searing heat of a blush moved over her face.

  Did they see her?

  She glanced over at them. Both appeared to be glued to the television, but one quick glance at Parker’s lap proved he hadn’t been unaffected. She bit her lip. Wow. Was he really that big, or was it the way he was sitting that created the illusion? After her experience with men, she’d begun to wonder if the large cocks of romance novels even existed. If what rested behind the zipper of Parker’s jeans was any indication, they most certainly did.

  She turned to Grayson, wondering if he was in the same boat. He’d put a pillow over his lap, not allowing her to see what prize lay beneath. She smiled slightly as she returned her attention to the show. At least she wasn’t the only one horny as hell.

  Although that could prove to be a very bad thing.

  What were the chances that all three of them would keep their composure? One thing was for sure: she was quickly losing hers.

  She wanted sex. Badly.

  * * * *

  The loud pounding at her bedroom door only intensified the harsh throbbing behind her eyes. She groaned and scowled toward the door. “What?” she snapped.

  There was a moment of silence before Grayson’s voice came through the door. “We’re heading out for a hike. Get up and get dressed.”

  Cheyenne rolled to her back and sighed up at the dark wood ceiling. Dark room, dark walls, dark mood. Did she want to go hiking? Yes.

  Did she want to go hiking with them right now?

  She threw the cov
ers off her and then rolled to a sitting position. Her feet touched the soft throw rug that covered the hardwood floors, and she took a moment to run her toes through the thick shag. Just like last night, her mind went to her protectors. The softness of the carpet reminded her of their thick hair and how it might feel to run her fingers through it, grab a handful, and tug it closer to whatever body part they had their mouths around.

  Good Lord! When was this going to stop?

  When she had sex with them…probably.

  Should she accept the inevitable? Hint at what she wanted? Even go so far as to make the first move?

  But which one would she move on first? Which one did she want more?

  When she fantasized about them, they were together. She blamed Grayson for that. All his talk about sharing girls. She still wasn’t so sure he’d been truthful. After all, who did that?

  Did they truly believe they couldn’t have a relationship apart from one another?

  A hand slapped against her bedroom door, and she jumped. “Damn it,” she whispered as she placed a hand against her beating heart. She was jumpy this morning.

  “Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, Doc. Let’s get a move on.”

  This time it was Parker’s voice that came through the door.

  She scowled. “Yeah, yeah. I heard Grayson the first time.”

  GRAYSON GLANCED AT Parker, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Somebody’s in a mood this morning.”

  Parker walked back into the kitchen. The frown that creased his brow gave him a mean look that intimidated most people, but Grayson knew him well enough to know what caused it.

  “If she didn’t sleep any better than I did, can’t say as I blame her,” Parker griped.

  Grayson understood. He’d been in pain most of the night that even masturbation hadn’t relieved. Parker had grumbled about the show, blaming the scene. Grayson knew better. They could’ve watched a comedy and had the same problem.

  Several times he’d glanced over at Cheyenne and noticed the heightened color to her cheeks, the nipples that poked out from behind her bra, even the way she would occasionally brush her arm over them. The sharp intake of breath would make her chest rise and jerk. She would sometimes lick the salt from her fingers, and Grayson’s mind would immediately picture her doing that to his cock.