The Lost Locket

by Marie Harte

  Her breath hitched. “R-right.” She lifted her shirt and eased out of her bra.

  “Oh yeah. Look at these ripe berries.” James ground her hips down over him and took her nipple in his mouth. The hard bud felt good. Every tease of his teeth and tongue had Rory rocking faster over him. The woman wanted him, and he reveled in it.

  James sucked harder, then turned his attention to her other breast, kneading and stroking her globes while he ached to sink inside her. Making love in the car was frustratingly awkward, but so damn good. He wondered that he hadn’t done much of this before.

  Eager to feel her, he unbuttoned her jeans and dragged his finger down her belly, under her panties, and lower. With her legs around his waist, spread wide, he had perfect access, and he took full advantage.

  James continued to feast on her breasts as he slid his finger between her folds and groaned at the hot evidence of her arousal. “Oh, baby. I need to be inside you.

  You’re so wet for me.”

  “Yes. I want you. James, more.” She gripped his hair, her arms around his neck, and rocked into his mouth. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples red and dark against the paler white of her flesh.

  James let go of her nipple to fasten his lips to her mouth. When his tongue penetrated her lips, he shoved his fingers between her folds and up into her.

  She cried out, her excitement muffled against his lips as she rode his finger.

  Then he added another and finger fucked her, wanting to feel her tighten around him, to know he brought her to bliss.

  Rory gasped and pulled away from his mouth. “Wait.”

  “No.” James shoved harder inside her, and she closed her eyes and moaned.

  “I want you inside me when I come.”

  “Fuck. James, do what she says,” Keegan murmured from the front seat.

  “Come on, please the little lady.”

  But Rory was already taking the choice from him. She clumsily lifted herself off him and hurriedly scooted out of her remaining clothes. Then she started on James. His shirt, his shoes, his jeans.

  “Undressing in a car is not easy,” he said on a laugh as his legs got tangled in his jeans. “Hold on.” He removed the condom from his pocket at the same time a warm mouth engulfed his cock. “Shit. Rory.” She sucked him good, taking him closer to the edge than he needed to be.

  “Hold on, or I’ll come.”

  Rory released his shaft and licked her way to his balls, then sucked on them one at a time.

  James thought his head would explode. Precum gathered at his slit. His balls were so hard, he worried he’d climax before he could stop himself. “Baby, I want this for you. Stop.”

  Desperate to still her talented tongue, he gripped her hair and tugged her up next to him.

  To his delight, her eyes brightened with hunger. Sweet Rory liked being told what to do.

  “Put it on me.” He handed her the condom. “Slowly.” The little witch grinned at him. “Oh boy. What a big, thick toy. And all for me.” She rolled the latex over him with deliberate slowness, brushing her breasts over his belly, and cupped his balls with those featherlight touches that excited him to no end. She’d barely rolled it to the base of his shaft before James leaned forward and yanked her over him.

  He thrust up inside her without pause and swore as he felt her so hot and tight around him.

  “Fuck, oh fuck.” He couldn’t stop, and neither could she. James gripped her hips tight as he slammed her down over him time and time again, but Rory rode him, easing his way inside her with each thrust of her slender hips. He let go of one hip to pinch her nipple while he sucked her neck, leaving a mark. “I’m going to come so hard inside you.”

  Rory responded by shrieking as she clamped down and came around him.

  “Your cunt is so hot, so tight,” he gritted through his teeth as the last shred of his control slipped away. “Yes, Rory. Yes.” He stabbed up into her and froze as his climax tore him from everything tame and threw him headlong into the extraordinary.

  It was several moments before he realized the music had stopped, Rory lay over him panting and kissing him everywhere she could reach, and Keegan had pulled the vehicle to a standstill.

  “What?” he croaked and glanced at Keegan in the mirror.

  “I nearly had a wreck trying to watch you two and the road.” James stroked Rory’s back and kissed her. “She’s so sweet. So pretty.” So ours.

  The thought came unbidden. “Where are we?”

  “Off the main road, but who the fuck cares?” Keegan unbuckled his seat belt, exited the vehicle, and joined them in the backseat. He shoved James and Rory over, the pair still connected in more ways than one, and slammed the door shut.

  “Now it’s my turn.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Keegan couldn’t believe James had fucked Rory in the backseat of the damn SUV. Talk about torture. Keegan’s balls were bluer than blue. He ached, his dick pressed so hard into the back of his zipper, he feared he’d have a permanent mark.

  To see Rory naked, riding his best friend, turned Keegan inside out. He hadn’t been kidding earlier. He wanted her in his life. As much as he wanted James.

  He glanced at the pair, aroused to see James still inside Rory, his cum no doubt filling the condom inside her tight pussy.

  “How do you want to do this?” James asked, his voice thick, his eyes sleepy and so fucking sexy-looking after he made love.

  Keegan leaned close and kissed James, imagining he tasted Rory as well. He felt her mouth on his neck, her hands under his shirt, on his belly and chest. The touch of his lovers couldn’t compare to anything, and he wanted more.

  Keegan broke off the kiss and cupped James’s head. He stroked his cheek, then kissed Rory, taken with the studied contrasts of his lovers. Rory was so much softer, so much lighter and less intense. His attraction to her was so overwhelming, he could barely see through the light of lust around her. Until James moved Keegan’s hand and sucked on his finger.

  The dark needs of desire made themselves known all too clearly.

  Tearing his mouth from Rory’s, he rasped, “If you two don’t quit fucking with me, I’m gonna come in my goddamn jeans. I’m so hard, it ain’t gonna take much to send me over.”

  James released Keegan’s finger and slowly lifted Rory from his lap. “We’re not making great time after Rory’s locket, cowboy,” he teased. “Fuck you.” Keegan glared at him.

  “So I guess we’d better get you off in a hurry, hmm?” Rory chuckled. “He’s grumpy when he’s horny.” Her long blonde hair curled over her breasts, and suddenly Keegan had to have her in his hands.

  He gripped her hair and tugged her mouth to his again.

  While he kissed her, he felt James at his fly. Keegan arched his hips up to help James in his quest to undo them. And then he felt James pull him out, leaving the jeans around his upper thighs, his balls tucked between his legs. His cock was free, but he felt stifled, uncomfortable, and so aroused, he ached.

  Rory trailed her lips over Keegan’s mouth to his neck. She bit him as she continued her path to his chest and sucked on his nipples.

  He groaned and tugged her down by the hair, where he knew she was headed.

  Anticipation made him light-headed.

  “She’s going to suck you dry,” James whispered and stroked her back and flank as she lay half over him and flattened the rest of herself over Keegan. “You’re thick, Keegan. That long, fat cock is so full. Look at your balls, sandwiched so tight under that rod. Bet they’re hard little knots, aren’t they?”

  “Shut up, James,” Keegan groaned, not needing that sexy voice to get him more aroused. Rory’s mouth was killing him. “Lower, darlin’. Wrap those lips around me. That’s a girl.”

  He shoved her head down, liking the control, until she licked his slit. Hell, he wasn’t controlling anything. A slave to his hormones, to his cock. And to the two sexual demons sitting next to him, bent on driving him out of his mind.

  James
leaned forward and licked Keegan’s nipple. “Pay attention, cowboy.”

  “Fuck.” He jolted when Rory’s mouth eased over his cockhead and lower. Fire danced through his balls and up his spine.

  “Watch.” James leaned back and stroked her ass cheeks, then spread them wide. “It’s hard to reach, so my tongue won’t fit. But lick my finger and watch.” Keegan opened his mouth and took James’s finger inside, tasting Rory’s sweet cum. He sucked hard, unable not to imagine James’s cock up her cunt. In Keegan’s mouth…

  “I can’t believe how hard I’m getting again. Incredible what you two do to me.” James withdrew his finger. Then he ran it down Rory’s back to her ass, resting it at her hole.

  He rimmed her, describing in detail what he planned to do to her once they had her locket back. Rory moaned and sucked harder, up and down, absorbed in Keegan’s cock like it was a treat she intended to devour.

  “Oh Christ. I’m gonna come, darlin’. Swallow my load. Fuck.” He pumped, felt the back of her throat, and lost it. Cum streamed from his shaft like a fountain, his climax so fierce, he yelled out as he came.

  When he opened his eyes and could once again breathe, he felt Rory licking his cock and saw her humping the air as James shoved his finger in and out of her ass.

  “Oh yeah,” James said on a breath. “She likes it.”

  Keegan reached for her clit, not surprised to find it hard and wet. He rubbed it while James fucked her ass with that finger, and in no time, Rory came again, moaning their names.

  Both of their names. Her lovers, Keegan and James.

  Sheer satisfaction filled him as he felt her cream over his finger, and he lifted it to his lips while she watched.

  “You taste good, darlin’. Like my favorite treat.” He winked at her and glanced at James. “Just as good as that sweet cum getting ready to pour out of James again.

  You jerkin’ off, GQ?”

  “You’re kidding, right? Of course I am. Her ass is going to be so good,” he moaned, his hand moving in quick jerks. A glance to the floor showed the condom wrapped in a tissue. Rory moved aside so they could both watch, and then Keegan gripped James’s hand tight, wrapping it around his cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” James swore as he came, white jets of seed dripping down Keegan’s fist. “Oh yeah, fuck.” James panted and leaned back against the seat.

  “So you think that put us too far behind on our trip?” Keegan asked as he smiled at Rory.

  The stars in her eyes made him feel ten feet tall. That, and the fact he’d just held James through an orgasm. He’d never considered himself a kinky guy, but these three-ways with James and Rory satisfied everything he could possibly want in a sexual partner. Keegan didn’t think anyone else would ever match these two in his bed.

  Or his heart.

  He stared at Rory as the realization dawned.

  “You okay?” She smiled and cupped his cheek.

  “Darlin’, I’m just fine,” he said in a gruff voice and accepted the tender kiss she gave him. She might not admit it, might not even understand it yet, but she belonged to them. Not him, not James, but them. And as much shit as he was going to get for taking not just Rory—their supposed locket thief—but James for a lover, Keegan couldn’t find it in him to overly care. Not right now.

  “Fuck me.” James groaned.

  “Thought we’d already done that.” Keegan chuckled. “Now how about you drive so I can spend some alone time with my Sunshine here?” Rory blushed, and James cracked his lids open and smirked. “Sunshine?”

  “Look at that beautiful hair.”

  James nodded. “That fits. And it’s better than darlin‘, because now she’ll know you didn’t really forget her name.”

  “Funny, James.” Rory grinned, apparently liking the attention. The blush on her cheeks struck him as sweet, and Keegan nuzzled her neck.

  James sighed. “Well, let me get dressed and dispose of the condom. I hate a mess.”

  “Freak.” Keegan teased.

  “Back at you. Figures the only reason I get to drive is because you’re distracted by a pretty girl.”

  “Thanks, James,” she said wryly. “Glad to know I’m good for something.” Keegan smiled. “Sunshine, if you were any better, I’d a had a heart attack.

  Your mouth is lethal.”

  She blushed.

  He took off his clothes while James dressed. “No, Rory. You stay naked. Yeah, just like that.”

  “Don’t blame me if we get arrested,” James warned, “because no way will I be able to focus on the road and not on you two.”

  “Deal with it, GQ. I did.”

  “You pulled over to the side of the road, asshole,” James muttered as he left the backseat and entered the front. He shoved the disposed condom into the bag they’d been using for trash, then set off down the road.

  Keegan made good on his promise and kissed and hugged Rory, offering comfort and affection, until he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. Something flew over the front seat into the back.

  “Use it before you cry like a baby. Honestly, Keegan. Do I have to do everything for you?” James winked at him in the mirror and continued to drive.

  Keegan picked up the foil package and grinned down at Rory. “Your call, Rory.

  You want it quick, or long and slow?”

  “What do you think?”

  A woman after his own heart. He prolonged the sensual torture and made her beg for it. But he knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him begging again. And he looked forward to it.

  * * *

  Rory wanted to go directly to her uncles, but calmer heads prevailed. As Keegan sat with her in their hotel while James remained on-site, keeping an eye on her uncles at their monstrously large house, Rory paced the hotel, still feeling pleasantly sore.

  She didn’t think she’d ever had so many orgasms in such a short span of time before.

  Keegan sat kicked back in a chair, his booted feet on the table and his hat cocked back so she could see his beautiful silver eyes. God, she liked him and James so much it hurt.

  “We should join James and go in now.”

  Keegan shook his head. He sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his biceps bulging with strength. “Nope. James needs to scout out the enemy before we go in.

  Trust me, darlin’, we know what we’re doin’. We’ve done this dozens of times before.”

  She sat on the king-size bed in a huff. “I’m going stir-crazy. Distract me. Tell me about you and James.”

  Keegan blinked. “What do you want to know?”

  Everything. “What did you two do in the FBI?”

  “A lot of what we did was classified.”

  She sighed.

  “So I’ll tell ya.” He chuckled. “James spent a lot of time in the service as a U.S.

  Marine. I grew up on a farm, but I found I liked law enforcement. Had my share of run-ins growing up.”

  “I’ll bet.”

  He grinned. “Small stuff, but I liked guns, the thought of justice. Wild West, you know?”

  She nodded.

  “So I became a cop for a few years. I joined the bureau about the same time James did. We kinda clicked.” At her look, he amended, “I don’t mean sexually.

  That’s all new to me. I mean, we were great friends from the beginning. He’s charming and polished and smart. I’m rough around the edges, stronger than a bull, and smarter than he is, though he won’t admit it.”

  They shared a laugh.

  “We were both a little different. Power calls to power, that’s something we were told a lot in the labs where they tested us. And maybe that’s why James and I took to each other right off. I don’t know. We worked some interestin’ cases, I can tell you that. Terrorists, a few coups we diverted. Guarded some weird-ass ex-SEALs who could change—ah, never mind. Point is, Uncle Sam used us for a lot of stuff no one ever heard about.”

  “But did the government make you what you are, or were you always like this?”

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bsp; “Handsome, intelligent, and irresistible?”

  She snorted. “Yeah, right. I meant telekinetic.”

  “Oh, that.” He shrugged. “I could always move stuff with my mind. My family knows, but I don’t do any of my weird stuff when I visit. They’re great. They love me, but they don’t deal with anything not normal. We’re a great bunch of pretenders.” He took off his hat and rubbed the back of his neck.

  Rory thought he looked a little sad. “Maybe that’s why you like James so much. He doesn’t seem to hold back with the truth.”

  “You got that right. From the get-go, he never hid his talent. Would snap his fingers and offer a light to anyone with a smoke. He’s a smart-ass, for sure. And the best damn partner I ever had.” Keegan coughed and cleared his throat. “This sex thing between us, it’s strange, but not. I mean, I always thought James might swing both ways. Things he’d say, the way he looked at guys sometimes. There were rumors. But he never makes a big deal about it. He keeps to himself, mostly.” Keegan paused. “I never knew he wanted me like that.” “Is it hard to know how he feels?”

  Keegan’s broad grin should have warned her. “Honey, it’s always hard.”

  “I meant, will it be difficult to deal with now? Will you guys stay together or what?”

  Keegan didn’t answer right away, and she feared the worst.

  “I, ah, I haven’t thought about it too much. I guess I’m more like my momma than I thought. Pretending this will all be the same when we get back.” He caught her eyes. “Kinda like you been doin’.”

  “What?”

  Keegan sat up. “Come on, Rory. You like us. Admit it.”

  “Sure I like you.” Her heart beat faster.

  “You don’t want to leave us.”

  “I—That is… I don’t—What?”

  His eyes narrowed with satisfaction. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t want you leavin’ us either. James is hooked on you, I can tell. And the little bastard is hooked on me.”

  “Little? He’s bigger than I am,” she sputtered, not sure how to respond. Was she that transparent? That pathetic?