Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share

by Trista Ann Michaels

  “It may be summer, but I doubt very seriously that you want to fall into that.”

  “I bet people swim in this all the time,” she argued.

  “True, but they come up here with swimsuits to do so. You would have to wear that back to the car, and the damp denim would have you so raw by the time you got there, you would be miserable. And as much as I would love to see you naked, this isn’t the place to skinny dip.”

  “Party pooper,” she teased.

  “The voice of reason,” he countered.

  She grinned and took a step back. “There. Happy?”

  He slid his gaze down her body, heating her flesh without even touching her. “As happy as I can be while your clothes are still on.”

  He held her stare, and she tried her best to tamp down the wave of lust that worked its way up her spine. She glanced over at Grayson, who also stared at her with a heated look that sent her heart racing.

  She wanted to reach out and touch him, put her hand against his hard chest, grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him toward her for a kiss. She bet Grayson would be a gentle lover. Parker, she had a feeling, would be the opposite. Two men so much alike yet so completely different. What would that be like? Did she dare find out? Was she brave enough to make the first move?

  A child’s laughter back on the trail killed the mood, and Cheyenne wasn’t sure if she was happy or disappointed.

  Chapter Twelve

  The walk back to the car had been quiet, each lost in thought. Parker had been mainly focused on how to keep from touching her, throwing her to the ground, and burying himself inside her hot body so deep, she would scream over and over. Begging him to stop, then begging him to keep going, until both of them orgasmed so hard they saw stars.

  He knew better than to fantasize about this. She was off-limits. She was their job. Keeping her safe was their first priority.

  Why couldn’t they keep her safe and have sex with her? What better way to protect her than to be in the same bed?

  He shook his head to dislodge the thoughts that sounded as though they came straight from Grayson’s mouth.

  Another sound caught his attention, and he stopped. Turning, he stared at the flushed face of Cheyenne. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks darkened as she realized the growling sound had come from her.

  “Physical activity makes me hungry,” she explained. “I’m starving.”

  Grayson and Parker both laughed. “We’ll stop and get something to eat on the way back to the cabin. Drive-through only, though.”

  “Oh, come on,” she whined. “I don’t do fast food. Do you have any idea how many arteries I’ve had to drill out because of that crap? Their salads aren’t any better, either.”

  “That’s a lovely image. One burger isn’t going to kill you. Hiking a mostly deserted trail is one thing,” Parker argued. “Going into a crowded restaurant is another.”

  She snarled and rolled her eyes. Grumbling to herself, she stomped past Parker. Grayson came to stand next to him, and they both watched her as she angrily walked ahead.

  “I have to admit, I’m not real thrilled with fast food either,” Grayson said quietly.

  The two of them continued ahead, trying to catch up with Cheyenne. “Neither am I, but I don’t want to take a chance. She’ll settle down and realize we’re right.”

  “The hike helped, I think, but the cabin fever will eventually get to all of us,” Grayson pointed out. “All I can think about at the moment is climbing into the backseat with her and playing with those boobs all the way back to the cabin.”

  “The last thing I need are more sexy images in my head,” Parker grumbled. “My dick hurts so bad now I can hardly take a deep breath.”

  Grayson chuckled loud enough that Cheyenne turned to look at them. “Something funny?” she asked.

  “More like something painful,” Parker murmured as he walked past her.

  Cheyenne frowned. “What’s his problem?”

  “Sexual frustration,” Grayson said.

  “Huh,” she said, surprising Grayson. He’d expected a rolling of her eyes, a disgusted look, or at the very least a snort. Instead, she appeared thoughtful as she watched Parker’s back. “I know the feeling.”

  She’d said it so softly, Grayson wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. “Excuse me?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing.”

  “Nothing, my ass,” Grayson growled. Cheyenne jerked her head around to stare at him. “If you want or need something, Cheyenne, all you have to do is ask.”

  She opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Her cheeks turned bright red before she moved to step ahead of him. Grayson grinned and moved in behind her.

  * * * *

  After the long hike and nasty lunch, Cheyenne had headed straight for the shower the second they’d returned to the cabin. Not only did she want to wash off the sweat, but she needed to cool herself as well.

  She’d never been so aroused in her life. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about them and sex? The three of them all tangled and sweaty.

  “Ugh! Stop it!”

  After drying off, she threw a T-shirt on that barely covered her ass. The guys were in the basement working out, or at least that’s what they’d said when she went to jump in the shower. A nice cup of tea and a good book would be just the thing.

  She’d found a few that looked interesting while exploring the bookshelf earlier. She’d make a cup of tea, throw on a pair of shorts, and relax on the deck.

  She padded barefoot into the kitchen, intent on getting the water started. The shower hadn’t really helped with her arousal. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, the tingling of her nipples as the material of the shirt rubbed against them.

  She should probably put more on, but right now she was so hot, she just couldn’t. As she walked past the island, she stopped and leaned forward to grab the cup she’d used earlier.

  A cough sounded from behind her, and she spun around in surprise. Her cheeks burned as she stared at an amused and very hot Parker. He stood a few feet away. In nothing but a pair of jeans, he looked incredibly sexy. Wow, his chest was…big. The washboard abs were similar to Grayson’s, but she believed Parker’s pecs were bigger.

  Grayson had more of a lean look to him. Parker was downright muscular.

  “Cute outfit. I especially liked it when you bent over and I got an amazing view of that tight ass.”

  She lifted her chin slightly. “I thought you were still downstairs.”

  “Nope,” he replied as he moved his gaze down her body.

  She felt it as though he’d touched her, and the sensation made her nipples tighten almost painfully.

  “Damn, you make it hard to resist,” he murmured.

  Cheyenne could hardly breathe. She didn’t want him to resist. She wanted him to throw her on the island and take her. Hell, she didn’t even need any foreplay. She needed him. Inside her. Now.

  Parker must’ve read her mind. He walked over, grabbed a handful of her hair, tugged her head back, and slanted his mouth over hers in a kiss that nearly took her breath.

  His lips were warm, his touch possessive. His tongue was flat-out wicked as he completely dominated her mouth and left her shaking. With a long, low moan, Cheyenne kissed him back, engaging his tongue and giving as good as she got.

  The cup fell to the floor, forgotten as Parker’s hands eased from her hair and slid down her back. He pushed his fingers under her hem and squeezed her ass hard, pressing her against his thick erection. She wiggled, trying to get closer, to rub herself along his length and get at least a small measure of relief. Parker moaned, his fingers tightening.

  “God, I want to fuck you,” he growled.

  Cheyenne nearly fell to her knees. The gravelly, almost harsh tone of his voice sent wicked streams of hot desire straight to her womb. He bit at her lower lip, and she whimpered, opening her mouth wider in invitation.

  Parker denied her, making her pr
actically pant. “If you don’t want this, Doc, you better say something now.”

  She shook her head, which brushed her lips across his. “Don’t stop.”

  He smiled slightly, and the chuckle that rumbled through his chest vibrated against her nipples, making them tingle. He eased the grip on her ass, massaging her gently and working her over his shaft in a circular motion. The feel of him against her had her mewling like a contented kitten.

  He covered her mouth with his, sweeping his tongue inside once more to tease and explore. His kiss wasn’t gentle, nor was it rough. It was confident, dominant, all-consuming. Drowning is something that came quickly to mind. She could definitely drown in this kiss. And every kiss thereafter.

  With his hands at her waist, he picked her up and set her on the counter. Her ass hit the cold granite with a slap, and she inhaled sharply. Parker shifted between her splayed thighs. His mouth still on hers, he reached under her top and palmed both her breasts.

  Cheyenne moaned and arched her back, forcing her aching mounds further into his hands. His touch felt so good, and when his fingers simultaneously pinched her nipples, she gasped into his kiss, the need now nearly strangling her.

  She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. Was this why she’d never had an orgasm from sex? Because the men she’d been with before never got her this hot? Or was it the last couple of days? Wanting but not touching? Was it really as simple as anticipation?

  Parker’s lips moved to her neck, and she dropped her head back to give him better access. She opened her eyes and found herself staring right into the intense face of Grayson as he stood on the stairs, watching them.

  His presence should’ve been like a splash of cold water, but it wasn’t. If anything, it fanned the flame. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. The look in his eyes made her feel sexy and hot. She had an insane desire to please him, to let him watch, to let him know she was there and she saw him. She wanted him to know she enjoyed his eyes on them—on her.

  Wasn’t this nuts?

  Parker lifted her T-shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. He lowered his gaze over her breasts and her legs. He spread her thighs and stared at her pussy. He placed his palms on her thighs and slowly slid his fingers upward.

  Cheyenne held her breath, waiting, wanting, needing him to touch her where she ached the most. His thumbs touched her labia, and she drew in a sharp gulp of air. His gaze met hers as he slowly feathered his thumbs along her pussy lips. Up, then down, then up again, coming so close to her clit but yet not touching it. She wiggled and pushed her thighs wider, offering herself to him.

  One thumb remained still while the other moved lower, circling her wet opening. Cheyenne bit her lip to keep from screaming at him to take her already. It’s what she wanted after all. Every inch of his thick cock inside her, filling her, making her scream, which was something she’d never done during sex.

  He slowly pushed his thumb into her passage, and she dropped her head back with a sigh. It was heaven, and at the same time, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

  “Parker,” she groaned.

  “This pussy is nice and wet,” Parker murmured as he bent his head and bit the side of her neck.

  The feel of his teeth as they grazed her flesh made her shiver.

  “I think I want to taste it first,” he whispered in her ear. “Fuck you with my tongue and make you come.”

  Cheyenne swallowed and glanced back. Grayson now stood close to the island. His shirt off, his eyes dark and stormy. In his hand were two condoms. Her heart began to beat extremely fast. Not in fear, but in excitement. Both of them?

  Oh, yes. Both of them.

  “Lie back, sweetheart,” Parker commanded. “Let me see this pretty little thing I’m about to feast on.”

  Cheyenne lowered to her back. When the cold of the granite hit her flesh, she hissed and arched, thrusting her breasts out.

  “Now that’s a damn pretty picture,” Grayson murmured as he moved to the other side of the island, positioning himself at her head.

  She reached for him, but her grasped her wrists and held them down on the island, above her head. The position forced her breasts out even more.

  Grayson patted her wrists. “Keep your hands here, baby, so I can suck on those gorgeous breasts.”

  He bent forward and flicked his tongue across one of her nipples. She moaned and lifted her chest, trying to get more of it in his mouth. Below her, she felt Parker lift her legs over his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly moving his hands to her ass and pulling her toward the edge.

  When he tugged, she gasped, afraid he might pull her too far forward and she would fall.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t let you fall,” he whispered as though he knew what frightened her.

  The soft lull of his voice and the way Grayson teased around her nipple with sharp little bites made her quickly forget her fear. She began to squirm. God, they were making her crazy.

  Parker bit one side of her labia. Not hard, but enough to send heat flooding her pussy. He moved to the other labium, this time biting harder and making her squeal. The nip was sharp, but the aftereffect had her panting harshly.

  Using his thumbs, Parker separated her labia and licked up her slit just as Grayson wrapped his lips around the tip of her nipple and sucked hard. Cheyenne cried out, lifting her hips toward Parker’s face, then her chest toward Grayson’s. She didn’t know what she wanted more—for Grayson to suck harder or Parker to rub his tongue over her clit.

  All she knew was that she didn’t want them to stop.

  Parker circled his tongue around her clit, teasing the bud. Grayson mimicked Parker’s movements gently swirling his tongue around the tip of her breast. Parker moved to her opening, sweeping inside before continuing toward her clit.

  Cheyenne was mewling now. Her fingers tightened into fists as Grayson moved to the underside of her breasts and brushed his stubble across her skin. She shivered and reached for the back of his neck, trying to urge his mouth to the engorged tip.

  “Somebody’s getting impatient,” Grayson whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, definitely,” she breathed.

  Grayson palmed her breast before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed, then tugged, making her gasp in surprise as the sharp bite of pain seemed to make her clit throb harder.

  “Oh, yes,” she hissed.

  Grayson leaned over her and engulfed her other nipple. She cried out so loudly the sound echoed around the room. She was close, and her entire body trembled. The muscles of her inner thighs shook. Her stomach muscles tightened as she tried to press her pussy closer to Parker’s face.

  The move only made him back away, leaving her whining in frustration. “Damn it! Don’t…please.”

  “I love hearing a woman beg,” Grayson murmured as he brought his mouth to hers.

  He nipped at her lower lips just as Parker nipped at her clit. The two of them worked in unison, each mimicking the other as though he knew exactly what the other did. She’d never felt anything like it. Two men working together to drive her insane?

  My God. What woman wouldn’t want to do this?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Parker couldn’t get enough of her taste and the way her hips undulated, working her pussy in an enticing circle against his mouth. He loved how she moved, how her body responded to his touch.

  He could see her muscles quivering, smell her arousal. He enjoyed teasing her, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out before shoving his cock deep inside her.

  Pulling back slightly, he smiled at her groan of frustration, then slid two fingers into her slick passage. She whined, then moaned louder as his fingers pushed in deeper. Her hips lifted and her walls sucked at his knuckles, trying to pull them in further.

  She was so tight around his fingers. What would she be like on his cock? Heaven, that’s what. Pure heaven.

  He pressed deep and swiped his tongue acros
s her clit. She gasped and shivered. Her walls pulsed around his fingers in a way that made his cock twitch.

  “Damn, she’s going to feel good,” he murmured.

  “Parker likes your pussy, baby,” he heard Grayson whisper to Cheyenne. “I can’t wait for my turn. I’m gonna fuck that pussy until you scream.”

  Her walls tightened around his fingers, and Parker grinned. So responsive. He liked that. It was time to make this little lady purr.

  He placed his lips over her clit, ran his tongue up one side and then the other. Her hips bucked wildly. Her moans became louder, almost shrill as they filled the room and spurred him on. He sucked and she screamed, her orgasm making her walls squeeze his fingers.

  He thrust hard, over and over, using the tip of his fingers to rub against that sensitive spot at the top of her channel. She tensed, then screamed again as he sent her over the edge a second time.

  Parker lifted but kept his fingers deep inside her, easing her down slowly. Her entire body was flushed pink. Sweat dotted her brow. Her fingers were fisted in the waistband of Grayson’s jeans. She looked so sexy, so delectable.

  “Hand me a damn condom,” Parker growled.

  Grayson tossed him one, and Parker withdrew his fingers from her warm body. With hands that trembled with need, he removed his jeans and quickly slid the condom over his throbbing erection.

  CHEYENNE WASN’T SURE where she even was anymore. The orgasms she’d just experienced had left her feeling weak and so out of it. Who knew? Certainly not her.

  She wanted more. Her pussy needed more. As much as she’d enjoyed the oral sex, her channel still throbbed for more. She needed them inside her. Now. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength to utter the words.

  She felt herself being lifted, arms encircling her back and bracing her beneath her ass. She lifted her legs around his waist and wiggled herself against his massive erection. He was long and thick and so hard.

  He chuckled against her ear, and goose bumps rose over her flesh. “Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you, Doc?”