The Lost Locket

by Marie Harte

  Wow with a capital W.

  Keegan hurried to the bathroom down the hall, removed his condom, tied it off, and threw it away. Then he soaped himself up and rinsed and dried off. After wetting a washcloth, he grabbed it and a towel and raced back to his room.

  He closed and locked the door behind him, knowing they really needed to be after that locket. But he didn’t give a damn. Not now, not with this feast before him.

  Keegan lifted Rory from the wall and moved her to the bed next to James with a wave of his hand.

  “Me too, dick. Let me go.” James growled.

  Keegan released his hold.

  “You owe me for that,” James rasped and immediately latched on to Rory’s breast with his mouth.

  While Keegan cleaned James, he watched him and Rory move together. So beautiful. Rory with her killer body and angelic face scrunched in sensual pleasure.

  And James, the sexy Adonis, ravaging the softer creature beneath him, his features drawn tight with lust.

  “I so wish I could take a picture of this.”

  James chuckled. “Why not take a taste, instead? I think Rory wants you to.” She moaned and spread her legs wide. “Dammit. You’re seducing me again.” The complaint came out more like a thanks, and James shifted his attention to Rory’s other breast. “I love your tits. So fucking sweet.” When James started with the dirty talk, Keegan was a goner.

  He tossed the rag to the side and scooted down to kneel between Rory’s legs.

  “What a sexy pussy. I’m going to lick you up, darlin’. But try not to yell too much.

  Wouldn’t want Millie and Mabel to come up here and get an eyeful.” James laughed and kissed his way to Rory’s lips.

  Keegan didn’t see much more, lost in the sultry thighs and honeyed pussy demanding his attention. He sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her gasp and the warm wetness pooling between her legs. Oh, she was slick, her nub plump.

  She needed it bad.

  It looked like James planned to give it to her. James lay diagonally across her body, giving Keegan room to lick her. But Keegan noticed him humping the bed. He reached under his lover, caught James’s cock in his fist, and began stroking.

  “That’s good, Keegan. Yeah, get me even harder so when I take Rory, she won’t forget it.”

  “Please,” Rory begged and ground into Keegan’s face. She tried to move her hands, but James held her tight. The sexy bastard had assumed control, and Keegan’s cock spiked with renewed desire.

  “Fuck her,” Keegan ordered and moved back.

  James didn’t argue. He mounted Rory and thrust hard. Keegan wanted to remind him to be careful, to pull back and protect himself and her from hurt and the possibility of… But watching James’s ass flex as he took her, seeing him pull that thick cock all the way out of her pussy, then slide it back in, consumed Keegan’s thoughts.

  “That’s it. Feel it, Rory. Let him fill you up, baby.” Keegan plucked her nipples as James rocked into her slowly, then increased his speed.

  Her mewls of pleasure stirred Keegan once more, and he gripped himself tight, pumping with his fist in time with James’s thrusts. With his mind, he pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit while cupping James’s balls. A carnal, psychic wind blew over the pair, so wrapped up in each other, so beautiful.

  And then Rory turned her head to look at him, her eyes bright, hungry. “Get ready for me,” she purred, a temptress he had no chance to resist.

  “Damn, Keegan. This is so fucking good.” James panted. His ass clenched tight, his brows drawn in sensual agony as he neared his end. “Rory, honey, I’m coming hard.”

  “In me,” she urged and yanked his head down to kiss him.

  Keegan watched as James tensed and thrust a few more times, coming inside Rory with force.

  He leaned up from her and kissed her cheeks, her neck, then her mouth again, seeming unable to lie still. “Rory. Baby, that was so good. But you didn’t come with me. Bad girl.” He glanced over at Keegan with a sly smile. “Your turn.” James withdrew, his cock wet with cum, and Keegan had to experience the same. He took over James’s position and slowly inched his way into Rory, sliding home.

  “You two feel so good inside me. Perfect,” she said on a breath and held on as he began shafting her, unable to go slow. He continued his mental stimulation, but it grew erratic as he neared his end. He held out as long as he could for Rory, wanting her to come first. Then James toyed with her breasts and inched his finger into her mouth.

  She sucked hard and clamped down on Keegan’s cock like a vise, climaxing and shattering his control.

  “Fuck.” He shoved one final time and poured himself into her. His cum filled her already wet pussy, and a dim part of him recognized that for the first time since learning what his dick was really for, he’d come inside a woman without wearing a rubber. For that matter, so had James.

  Shocked he’d completely lost his fucking mind, Keegan blinked over at his buddy. James seemed to be reading his mind, because he gripped his slick shaft, slid his fingers over it, and shrugged.

  Not sure how to feel, Keegan decided to live in the moment. He’d finally taken the right woman between himself and James, and nothing would ever be the same again. Fucking Rory wasn’t just physical. It felt better than right; it felt perfect, because James had shared in the experience. Their joining felt anything but simple.

  Instead, it was as if they’d formed a connection that intensified as they rested together.

  When Rory shifted under him, Keegan pulled out and lay down next to her.

  “Honey, you okay?”

  James laid down on her other side and kissed her. “She’s better than okay.

  She’s completely worn-out.” James winked at him. “Me too.” Keegan grinned back at him. “You two are enough to wear anyone down to exhaustion.”

  Rory turned to look at him and cupped his cheek. The gentleness of her touch melted that final reserve inside him, and he shivered, knowing he’d fallen into a place he’d never wanted to go. Forevers didn’t happen to telekinetic freaks. Not with a woman he’d just met, and not with his male best friend. Yet he couldn’t imagine a tomorrow without either one of them, and the seriousness of his thoughts was enough to pull him out of his lazy mood.

  “Thank you,” Rory whispered and kissed his cheek. She turned to James and did the same thing, and Keegan realized he’d linked hands with James over her slender stomach. “That was beyond words. I’ve never… I can’t say…”

  “I thought you said that was beyond words. Why try to talk now?” James teased. “Hasn’t Keegan already mentioned how much he loves a quiet, biddable lover?”

  “Ass.” Keegan huffed and nuzzled Rory’s neck. “You smell good, darlin’. Like me and James. I like.” And he’d never thought to say that after a rousing sexual encounter.

  She let go of his cheek to touch her neck, something she often did when nervous or unsure. When she touched her naked throat, she froze, and her eyes widened. “My locket. They have my locket!”

  James held her down when she tried to move. “Easy, sweetheart. We’ll get it back. Don’t worry.”

  She blinked away the tears forming in her eyes, for which Keegan was profoundly grateful. “But, the locket.”

  Keegan cleared his throat, not liking her distress. “It’s important to you, we know. We’ll get it back. Don’t worry. James and I are an unbeatable team.” He paused. “And with you joining us on this one, I don’t doubt for a minute we’ll track down those assholes and take back what’s yours.”

  Rory sat up and looked down at both of them. “Don’t you mean, what belongs to your client?”

  James sighed. “Rory, we aren’t out to rob you. We told you. We’re taking you back so you and our client can figure this out. And we won’t let him steal from you.

  Either you trade the locket because you want to, or he takes a hike.” She tilted her head, and her hair grazed her plump breasts. “I don’t get it. Is this because of the se
x?”

  Keegan glanced at James in confusion. “Is what because of the sex?” She looked so cute, so sexy. Frustrated, scared, and unable to look away from Keegan and James. “This act, like you really care. Guys, I liked what we did. You don’t have to pretend to be so nice. Trust me; I plan on being with you two as much as we can before we arrive in Bend. Don’t play me. I prefer honesty to all this schmoozing.” Keegan chuckled. Seemed he wasn’t the only one reading more into their sex than the physical. Rory’s nerves made him feel better.

  “Rory, I’ll be honest,” James said. “I’m planning to fuck you so much, you’ll have trouble sitting in the truck. Between me and Keegan, we’ll keep you so busy on your back, you won’t be able to resist us.”

  “Dream on, Casanova.”

  “A dare? Hmm. What do I get when I win?” James rubbed his belly, and Rory seemed unable to look away from the motion of his hand over his taut flesh. For that matter, neither could Keegan.

  “A great big kiss?” Rory offered, trying to hide a smile.

  “How about a date? I know a few places in Bend I’ve been trying to take Keegan to, but he’s so dense, he never realized I was asking. The three of us go out, together. A prelude to incredible sex.”

  “Ah, I guess.” She frowned. “But shouldn’t we focus on getting the locket back?”

  “I like to plan ahead.” James looked way too satisfied with himself.

  Keegan admitted he liked the fact that nothing James offered Rory included an “I.” It was all about we and us. Keegan and James and Rory.

  Keegan grinned at her. “Don’t be such a scared little rabbit, Rory. We’ll take care of you.”

  She narrowed her eyes. She didn’t like it when they questioned her courage.

  Hell, Keegan knew how she felt. This whole relationship thing scared him shitless.

  But he couldn’t imagine going back to the way it used to be with James. And not having Rory around anymore? He felt her with more than his heart, but that special something inside him that let him move things with his mind. She’d lodged there under his skin, right next to James.

  Christmases with his family would never be the same.

  He was so fucked.

  “Buddy, you okay?” James asked. “You look a little pale.”

  “Not so little,” Rory teased and gripped his cock. She shifted on the bed and looked down at herself. And froze. “Oh. My. God.”

  “Huh?” Keegan stalled. He knew what had upset her. By the way James stilled as well, he knew exactly why Rory was going to freak.

  “You two came inside me.” She glared at them both. “Good Lord. I’m swimming in you!”

  “Now Rory.” James stroked her thigh and spoke in a low voice.

  “Don’t ‘now Rory’ me.” She smacked his hand away, and her fury turned Keegan on again, like flipping a switch. “Oh no you don’t. Get that thing away from me.”

  Keegan swore. “Come on, Rory. It was an accident.” Sure it was. He’d watched James take her, had seen his lover come inside Rory and been determined to do the same. A primitive way of marking her, of making her theirs. He wondered what James made of it all and was startled to see his friend looking a little green.

  Rory crossed her arms over her breasts. “James?”

  “Shit, Rory. I’m sorry. I was caught up with you. I swear it wasn’t intentional.” Maybe, maybe not. James looked sincere. And he wasn’t the type to knock a woman up just to get her to stick around. Not that Rory necessarily would, even if she did turn up pregnant.

  Why the thought of her pregnant made Keegan even harder was a puzzle.

  Rory tried to hold on to her anger, but she slumped down on top of James and groaned. “It’s not all your fault. I should have said something.” She toyed with his hair, then trailed her fingers down Keegan’s belly.

  “So do we have anything to worry about?” Keegan asked.

  “Blunt. I told you I liked that.” Rory leaned over James to kiss Keegan. “I don’t think the timing is right. And on another note, I’m clean as a whistle. Haven’t had sex in forever.” She blushed. “Well, until now.” Keegan ran a hand over her hair. “I’ve never not used a condom with someone.”

  “Me either,” James muttered under his breath. “I’m blaming Keegan for all this.”

  “How is this my fault?”

  “You turn my head upside down. That sexy ass, that huge cock. I can’t think around you. And then Rory smiles at me, and I’m toast.” James tugged Rory to him and kissed her. “I’m sorry, Rory. It won’t happen again. Coming inside you without a condom, I mean. Not the sex. That’s still strong.”

  “Amen.” Keegan slapped her on the ass, startling a small gasp out of her. “You know, Rory could have prevented all this.”

  “What?”

  “Well, if you’d given us a little lovin’ with that sweet mouth, we could have avoided any chance at pregnancy. I tell you what, James considers himself an ass man. So next time, he can take that fine ass while I come in your mouth. See?

  Everyone’s a winner.”

  Rory and James stared at him in silence.

  “What?” Keegan pretended a frown, trying not to smile. “Something I said?” James shook his head. “Let’s try to get some sleep. Then we’ll track down Rory’s locket and get back home before Jack blows a gasket. And I swear, you make one more reference to the word blow and I’ll set your hair on fire.” Keegan opened his mouth and closed it. Not worth the risk.

  The next morning, Rory showered, cleaning herself up from the most intense sexual escapade she’d ever had in her life. She’d never done two men at once, and the experience left her feeling so much more for them now. As if by penetrating her body, James and Keegan had somehow penetrated her heart.

  She clearly recalled how her locket had heated when she’d first touched each man. She couldn’t ignore that, nor could she deny how good they had felt with her.

  In her. Coming inside her. Just thinking about it made her wet, and not from the shower.

  Rory turned the water colder and finished cleaning up. Though still worried about her locket, she didn’t have that mind-numbing fear she should have. For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t alone. She had two powerful lovers to back her up. She still wasn’t sure why they were going through the trouble of dragging her back with them to Oregon, but she wouldn’t refuse their company.

  Especially if she got to see James and Keegan going at it again. Talk about the fantasy of a lifetime. Two powerful men giving and taking. Watching James receive Keegan had been almost as good as receiving Keegan herself.

  She shivered and turned off the shower, then dried off and scurried to her room to dress. Her clothes lay all over the place, thanks to her dipshit uncles. She’d just finished putting her shoes on when someone knocked.

  “Come in.”

  Keegan and James entered, looking ready to go. Keegan in his customary jeans, T-shirt, boots, and hat, and James in jeans and a polo. Their hair was wet, their skin clean, and their eyes shining. Possession was stamped over both of them as they looked at her, and to her surprise, she didn’t mind it in the least.

  Unnerved, she tried to clear her thoughts. “Ah, okay. Let me just pack up.”

  “Your uncles are fuckwads. You know that, right?” Keegan drawled as he frowned and lifted her strewn clothes with his mind, dropping them all in the center of her bed.

  “That’s pretty handy.” James nodded. “So if you can do that, why does your place looks like a pigsty? Maybe to remind you of being back home at the holler?”

  “Dick.” Keegan glared at him, but James made her laugh. Hearing the sound, Keegan slowly smiled. “Well, I did grow up on a farm.” “How about you, James?” Rory asked as she tucked her clothes away, grabbed her red sack she’d stashed behind the heater, which luckily her uncles hadn’t searched, and left with her men— the men—for the SUV.

  “Me? I grew up in Maryland with four older cousins and my aunt and uncle.

  We’re al
l close. But if I seem more sensitive and pleasant to be around, it’s because my older cousins are all women. They dragged me everywhere growing up. I wasn’t allowed to be a Neanderthal.” He looked pointedly at Keegan.

  “Shut up.” Keegan pushed James ahead of him. “Smooth Talker means he thinks he wines and dines with the best of them. Fancy dinners, fancy dates. Like I couldn’t show a girl a good time with a beer, a hot dog, and a good ol’ Cowboys game.”

  James snorted. “Why not spring for a whole pizza while you’re at it? Don’t think small. Go big, cowboy.”

  Rory stifled a laugh, wondering why she felt this good after losing her most prized possession. They gathered all their belongings and said a quick good-bye to Millie and Mabel. Keegan accepted the apple pie the sisters had promised him and claimed he had no intention of sharing. He jumped into the driver’s side before James could protest.

  “Seriously. You’re a little OCD with the driving, Keegan.” James scowled as he put their bags into the back and entered the backseat, leaving Rory to sit up front next to Keegan.

  Once they returned to the road, Rory turned to them both. “So what now?”

  “Now we call on our resources,” James answered. “There are ten of us at home, and our skills run the gamut from telekinesis to levitation.”

  “Really?”

  Keegan grinned. “Yup, actually flying. But Gavin isn’t who we need. I’m betting James calls Avery or Noah. Maybe Nathan?”

  James explained. “Avery is a precog. He has the ability to see the future—precognition. He might be able to tell us where we need to head to find the locket.

  Or Noah, who can see the past. Maybe he could tell where it was stolen. Nathan can touch an object and know it. Jack made sure he handled the files and everything associated with the locket before we left, just in case.”