by Noir, Roxie
In the front seat, Dane hit the lights and the sirens, then floored the gas pedal.
Grey squealed, but Isaac pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him, his legs between her bare ones, and pulled her face down again, kissing her deeply once more. Her body thrilled at his touch and her hips moved practically on their own, scooting forward until she’d found his long, thick erection and pressed it between the two of them.
Beneath her, Isaac grunted, and Grey grinned wickedly.
“I’m pretty sure you’re in violation of something or other,” Isaac managed to say.
“Yeah?” she asked, still grinning. “You gonna cite me? Maybe give me a ticket?”
“Oh, it’ll be a fine for sure,” he said with a sly smile that matched hers. The fingers of one of his hands dipped below the hem of her skirt and began sliding up her leg until his thumb was in the crease between her thigh and her hip, carefully tracing the sensitive skin there.
“Dane, what’s the fine for getting a man unbelievably hard in the backseat of a cop car?” Isaac asked.
Grey turned to look at Dane, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. She glanced quickly at the speedometer — 70mph on a back road — and she decided not to look at that again.
“I think she has to help you with it while your mate watches,” said Dane, a gleam sparking in his eyes.
Now Isaac’s other hand crept up her leg, his fingers on her inner thigh this time, and Grey rocked against Isaac, his thick erection pressing against her clit perfectly even through two layers of fabric.
“While you just watch?” asked Isaac. “Is that all?”
“Someone’s got to drive,” Dane said.
Isaac looked back at Grey as the girl moved herself gently against him, back and forth.
“Glad it’s not me,” he said, as they went around a curve, tossing Grey even harder into Isaac.
“Hold on,” Dane said, too late.
Through the thin fabric of her underwear, Dane’s thumb found Grey’s clit and brushed over it. She shuddered and this time, she did moan out loud, the soft sound just barely escaping her lips. Isaac’s eyes shone with a hunger that Grey couldn’t fathom, let alone describe, but she knew that it matched her own.
“How much further?” she whispered.
“Two minutes,” Dane said over the roar of the police car’s engine. They were beyond town now and he turned off the sirens, but kept the lights.
“That’s a long time,” gasped Grey, pressing her hands against Isaac’s bare chest and shoulders as his thumb pressed against her clit again, just a little harder now.
“Not really,” said Isaac. “But you’re a gambler, right? Want to make a bet?”
“What’s the bet?” she asked, her head swimming with sheer lust, not exactly in a place to consider odds.
Isaac leaned forward, his voice deepening to a pure animal growl.
“I bet I came make you come before we get home,” he said.
“What do I win if you don’t?” she asked, breathless. “Sounds like I lose then too.”
“If you don’t cum in the car, I’ll make you cum twice once we’re at the house,” he said.
“I’ll take that bet,” said Grey.
Instantly, his thumb slipped below her underwear, rubbing against the firm, sensitive nub of her clit.
“Oh!” yelped Grey, her eyes sliding closed. “Oh fuck, Isaac!”
He just chuckled and kissed her neck, sucking gently at the soft skin there, his thumb moving in circles around her.
“Do you like this underwear?” he asked, his lips still pressed against her neck.
“Probably not,” Grey answered, her voice half a whisper. She had no idea what underwear she was wearing, but she didn’t care.
Then she felt elastic suddenly bite into her thigh, and then before she knew it, she was free, the ruined panties lying on the backseat.
Grey didn’t have to think, because her body took over and she leaned backwards, grabbing onto the mesh of the divider between them and Dane, offering herself to Isaac, her dress hiked up to her hips now. Briefly, she looked over her shoulder at Dane, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. She could just barely see his own raging erection through his pants as he pressed the gas pedal even harder.
Isaac’s thumb on her clit made it feel like she had lava bubbling up inside her, the heat threatening to boil over and explode, and with each little circle he drew she inched closer and closer to that point, pressing against the partition, gasping and moaning, her hips bucking against him.
“Oh my god,” she murmured. “Isaac, that feels so good...”
Dane hit the brakes, and the car turned onto gravel.
“Almost there,” said Dane from the front seat as the car began bumping its way up their driveway.
Grey felt Isaac’s fingers at her entrance, sliding along her lips and she lifted her hips just a little, desperate to feel him inside her.
As the car jolted over the gravel driveway, going far faster than was safe, Isaac plunged three fingers deep inside Grey, and the girl’s mind went utterly blank as he moved his thumb in the same maddening circles around her clit. His fingers curled in the come-hither motion against the front wall of her channel as the vibrations of the car on gravel traveled through her.
Dane hit the brakes again and went around a bend, the house coming into view. Grey moaned out loud, leaning back against the partition, breathing hard.
“God that feels good, Isaac,” she said again, barely able to get the words out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck...”
The car swung into a parking space, and just as it stopped Grey felt the bubbling, bursting lava suddenly explode over her and she cried out wordlessly, her back arching against the partition. She came so hard her vision went blank, then sparkly, like the stars were falling from the sky.
When it ended, she stayed motionless for a few moments, her cheek pressed against the cool metal mesh of the partition.
“Who won?” she gasped, still feeling lightheaded.
Dane got out of the car and yanked the back door open. Grey opened her eyes again to his grinning, handsome face.
“I think you did,” he said. “I got the car into park just in time.”
Grey just raised her eyebrows and let Dane pull her from the back of the car, smoothing her rumpled skirt back over her bare lower half. Isaac got out behind her and Dane practically pulled her toward the house, Grey moving a little slowly over the gravel with heels on and wobbly post-orgasm legs.
“So I owe you two more,” Isaac growled behind her.
“You picky about who fulfills the terms of the bet?” Dane asked, jamming a key into the lock on the front door.
“I’d take anyone in current company,” said Grey. She was finally starting to get her brain back together after she’d been so thoroughly shattered in the car, and looked around their house appreciatively. Her eyes fell on a shoe rack by the front door.
“Do you want me to take off my sho — ahhh!”
Her question turned into a yelp as Dane picked her up and tossed the girl over his shoulder like she didn’t weigh any more than a bag of laundry.
“No,” said Dane, as he took the stairs two at a time, Isaac hard on his heels. “You can leave them on.”
He shoved the bedroom door open and tossed Grey on the bed, where she landed with a squeal and a laugh, quickly sitting up. Dane tore his shirt off but already, her hands were on his belt, snapping it open and unzipping his pants. She didn’t hesitate to push down his boxers and take out the long, thick rod of his cock, hearing his gasp of pleasure from above as she grasped it in both hands, amazed at its impressive size. A moment of worry flitted through her mind.
You’ll be fine, she thought to herself. I think your pussy could double for Niagara Falls, right now.
Behind her, Isaac’s weight dented the bed, and he unzipped her dress, pulling it over her head without missing a beat. He removed her bra the same way and took her generous breasts in his hands as h
e pressed himself against her back, his gym shorts long gone.
Grey couldn’t help it any longer. She leaned forward and licked the head of Dane’s cock, right in front of her face, and was rewarded with a growl from above. Then she took the head in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it, moving her lips down the shaft until he hit the back of her throat, before moving back.
She did it once more, and then he stepped away, kicking his pants and boxers.
“I think I’m supposed to be making you cum,” he growled, his dark eyes looking down at her, full of lust.
Without missing a beat, Isaac grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the bed until she was kneeling on it, legs spread, near the edge.
“I’m gonna fall off,” she said, her voice hushed.
“Nah, I got you,” Isaac said in her ear, slipping one thick, muscled arm around her waist. Then he kissed her neck, his length rubbing against her lower back.
Without thinking, she reached back and took it in her hand, and arched her back, guiding him toward her entrance.
In front of her, next to the bed, Dane was on his knees, his face right by Grey’s hips, but she didn’t think about it. As Isaac slid into her, filling her and lighting every nerve ending. She couldn’t think about anything.
“You feel so good,” he whispered into her ear.
She could only moan in response.
Then Grey felt something else on her, and looked down to realize that Dane’s head was between her legs, his tongue dancing around her clit until, at last, he flattened it against the sensitive nub, making Grey gasp.
“Fuck yes,” she whispered.
She squeezed her eyes closed, unable to think about anything besides Isaac inside her and Dane licking at her steadily, each stroke of his tongue driving her closer and closer to the brink.
Just as she got there, Isaac slowed down suddenly and bit her shoulder, making her gasp and open her eyes, his arms still tight around her waist, holding her on the bed. His cock just barely moved inside of her, but the friction was suddenly intense, the pleasure nearly unbearable.
Dane’s tongue moved harder and faster in firm strokes over her clit, and before she knew it, Grey was coming again, the only sounds from her a frantic moaning and screaming. Her orgasm rocked her back and forth, shattering her completely as she melted against Isaac, still holding her up.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”
Isaac thrust for another second, then withdrew, pulling Grey backward onto the bed in front of him.
He’s still hard, she realized, half-dazed.
“There’s more?” she asked, feeling almost dreamy.
“If you’re up for it,” Isaac said, kissing her deeply.
“Well, you do owe me,” she said. Her entire body warm with the afterglow, and she felt perfectly nestled in their bed.
Apparently Isaac had been serious about the number of orgasms she was going to get. Not that she minded.
Dane stood and grabbed her ankle, pulling her flush with the edge of the bed. He put her captive ankle on his shoulder, leaning over her, taking one pebbled, pink nipple between his fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
Grey couldn't think of a single word, her mind a swirl of lust and desire. Instead she sat up, leaning back on one hand, taking his cock in the other. She bit her lip, feeling its thickness and imagining it inside her, her body responding by getting even wetter.
“I want to make you cum until you can’t move,” he whispered, his hand still pinching her nipple.
“Don’t get fancy,” Grey said, looking up at him, feeling that liquid heat move lower again. “Just fuck me.”
Then Dane’s cock was there, at her entrance, and then he was sliding inside her with an intensity and fervor she’d never felt before. He hoisted both her knees over her shoulders and held her thighs against his torso, pushing himself impossibly deep into her, tearing a primal moan from her throat.
As he thrust into her, again and again, Isaac moved on the bed, first kissing her and then licking and sucking both of her nipples, his rock-hard cock bobbing in front of him. At last he leaned into Dane and kissed his mate hard, with Dane buried deep inside Grey.
Heat blossomed through her, and Grey could tell that she was perilously close to the edge. As they kissed, she saw Isaac slide his hand down Dane’s back, and then suddenly, Dane grunted and his cock inside Grey hardened even more.
Isaac chuckled and bit his neck, and Dane gasped again, a gasp that turned rapidly into a growl.
“You ready?” Isaac murmured.
Dane just nodded, and Isaac stepped off the bed, pushing Dane’s torso forward. The movement made Grey cry out as a spark of pleasure hummed the length of her body, and over Dane’s shoulder she saw Isaac’s face as he guided his cock, shiny with something, into his mate, a mask of desire and concentration.
“Oh, fuck,” Dane murmured into Grey’s shoulder. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Fuck, Isaac, I — ohhhh,” he said, the sentence just ending with a moan. Isaac took Dane’s hips in his hands and slid the rest of the way in with a growl. Grey watched Dane’s eyes roll back into his head with pleasure.
Isaac started off slow, obviously trying to go easy on his mate, but before long he was thrusting faster and faster, holding onto one of Dane’s shoulders.
Every time that Isaac fucked Dane, Grey could feel it too, an extra thrust like an echo, like both of them were fucking her at the same time.
“I’m not gonna last very long,” he said to Grey, half-apologetically, his hands tight around her shoulders.
Grey could only dig her hands into his sides as a response as he hit her pleasure centers over and over and over again, driving her into the stratosphere.
“Oh!” Grey said, and then sparks exploded in front of her eyes one more time and she arched her back, feeling her body take over, her hands tight on the bed sheets, her toes curling in the air behind Dane’s shoulders.
Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body, flowing upward and spreading out through her torso and limbs, until she was utterly speechless and soundless.
Moments later, Dane buried his face in her collarbone and growled, a sound of pure pleasure and need and satisfaction, all rolled into one. Over Dane’s shoulder, Grey saw Isaac as he thrust into his mate, his eyes rolling back.
Grey gasped for air, totally spent. Dane and Isaac pulled out and flopped on the bed, one on either side of her, and for a long time, none of them said anything. Grey wasn’t even sure she could move.
At last, Isaac sat up, and she saw that his wound had stopped bleeding. She wondered if there was blood on her back, or on the sheets, but finding out would require her to move, and she didn’t think she could.
“I’ve had a day,” Isaac said. “I’m going to bed. You’re all welcome to join me.”
For a split second, Grey wondered if she should go back home. Was it okay to stay the night with a mated pair, or should she leave?
Then she looked from Isaac to Dane and made up her mind.
There was nowhere else she wanted to be.
Chapter Fourteen
Dane
Afterwards, even though Dane felt like he might never be able to move again, he couldn’t fall asleep. He just laid there, listening to Isaac’s familiar, steady breathing, and Grey’s light snores, his nose buried in her hair, his body pressed into the perfect contours of hers.
There was nowhere he’d rather be, nowhere he could possibly be more relaxed and comfortable.
And yet.
Every time he closed his eyes, he thought of Shovel, sleeping in the Rustvale jail.
I shouldn’t have gone to Isaac’s match, he thought guiltily. I shouldn’t have left a man in jail just because I really wanted to see him.
In his sleep, Isaac grunted and rolled over a little, his brown hair spreading across his face. Dane couldn’t help but half-smile.
I don’t regret it though
, he thought. With his luck, Ramirez would find out that his “family emergency” had really been watching Isaac’s match, and he’d probably get reamed out, but he wouldn’t get fired.
Dane rolled over to lay on his back, sliding his skin against Grey’s warm, supple body. He was pretty sure that he was beyond sleep that night, so he stared at the ceiling and tried to think of where Shovel had screwed up.
Okay, think about this methodically, Dane told himself. Nicky leaves the poker room. Thirty seconds later, Shovel leaves. He stabs him a bunch of times in a dark alleyway, and he gets lucky that there are no cars and no pedestrians at that moment.
Then he walks out of there and takes all the evidence with him: the knife he used, the clothes that have Nicky’s blood all over them. But we canvassed that whole area and no one saw someone covered in blood, and we didn’t find his clothes, either.
Did he sneak home somehow? Did he get a ride with someone, from an accomplice? Does anyone even like Shovel well enough to help him with a murder?
Dane took a deep breath and looked at the clock by the window. It was 2:30 in the morning, his brain was still racing, his mates were asleep in a warm, cozy pile next to him in the bed.
He sighed and heaved his feet over the side of his bed to get up. Grey and Isaac stirred, then sank deeper into their pile of blankets.
They earned it, Dane thought, grinning into the dark. He found his flannel pajama pants and padded downstairs in the dark. He flipped the kitchen lights on and sat at the counter, with a glass of water.
Okay, he thought. You’re a not-that-bright guy, but a criminal, willing to kill some poor, dumb kid because you think he’s intruding on your territory. You’re drunk, you’ve just stabbed him, and you’re covered in blood.
What do you, Dane Sorenson, do next? How do you get out of there with no one the wiser?
He took a long drink of water, staring at the clock on the wall of the kitchen.
I’d shift, he thought.
He paused, the glass of water halfway to his mouth.
“Shit,” he said out loud, softly.
Dane felt like a moron for not thinking of it earlier. Of course Ramirez hadn’t thought of it, being human, but Dane was a shifter.