Centerfold

by Kris Norris

  Scarlet shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, licking Aiden’s nipple as she anchored her hands around the man’s shoulder. The smile she flashed him ended with a resounding smack to her ass, making the juice flow from her slit. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “I suggest you rein in that saucy attitude, or I’ll spank your ass red before I fuck it.”

  He landed another whack, slightly harder. She tried to find anger at his dominance, but her clenching pussy begged for more. Roman chuckled and smoothed his hand over her flesh.

  “Never knew the pain could be so hot, did you?” He moaned, sinking two broad fingers inside her sex, building her need. “Just wait. This is going to be blow your mind.”

  “Oh, God!”

  Her voice sounded husky and raw, as if it’d been dragged from deep within her, as Roman circled her anus, easing his slippery finger past her tight muscles and sinking it inside her. She tried not to hunger for the impalement but couldn’t stop herself from thrusting back when he retreated. Roman grunted and plunged again.

  “Damn. You’re so fucking tight.” He added a second finger, the slight burn of his penetration making her hiss. “Can you feel how badly your body wants me inside you? Every inch is clinging to my fingers, begging me to give you more.” He removed his hand then smeared more lube against her pucker, spreading it around, coating her walls with the slick fluid. “Okay, darling, I can’t wait any longer. Try to relax.”

  Scarlet wanted to loosen up, but the tight press of his cock against her tender hole had her tensing. Aiden shifted beneath her, pulling her closer, capturing her lips as he danced his fingers through her slit, swirling juice around her clit. She cried into his mouth, losing herself in his intimate caress as Roman tried again, pulling her cheeks apart, pressing his crown against her hole. There was a moment of intense pressure before his cock slipped inside. He stopped, the thick head lodged tight.

  Her cry was dark, deep, keening into a hungry wail as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.

  “Fuck, Aiden. Get you cock inside her before I cream her ass.”

  Aiden released her mouth, angling her hips slightly. She was full—so full of Roman she couldn’t see how Aiden would fit. She stilled when he swirled his cock around her sex, coating it with her cream. She unclenched her eyes long enough to look at him, stunned by the love in his gaze as he lodged his cockhead at her entrance, pulling her onto him in one strong thrust.

  She screamed. There was no other way to express the sheer pleasure and pain coursing through her. Aiden’s hard entrance sent her pussy into a spasm. She rubbed her mound against him, the rough pass of his skin against her clit sending her into an orgasm. She reared up, arching around two sets of male hands, her body exploding into a thousand pinpoints of light. She couldn’t open her eyes, couldn’t move as they started up a gentle rhythm, countering their thrusts, filling one channel then the next. Colors blurred across her vision, sounds she didn’t recognize floating in her head as their bodies became one—a writhing mass of flesh and muscle.

  Roman called out behind her, twisting her hair around his fingers, tugging on it as if it would save him from falling into the abyss. She locked her hands around Aiden’s shoulders, knowing she was scratching his flesh but unable to stop. They were thrusting together now, claiming her body as one then leaving it empty, wanting. She tried to shout, to beg them not to leave, but she couldn’t get her voice to do more than moan. Pleasure and pain became one, the sharp sting of Roman’s cock up her ass shadowed by the sheer ecstasy of Aiden’s shaft in her pussy. She arched farther, unable to control her release, but desperate for it to shatter her. They moved faster when her body trembled, tears washing down her cheeks.

  A wail of sexual bliss was the only indication she’d climaxed. Their names swirled in her head, but she didn’t have the strength to whisper them. Somewhere in the distance, her name joined theirs, their cocks thickening until she wondered how they kept moving. Then they were jerking into her, their combined releases hot against her sensitive flesh.

  “Scarlet! Oh, God. So good…so fucking good, baby.” Aiden pressed his hips against her thighs, keeping him lodged deep as he continued to empty himself inside her.

  Aiden and Roman possessed her, their words lingering in the air. All she knew was the beat of their hearts echoing in her head, the realization that they’d made her feel complete when she hadn’t even known she’d been empty.

  Aiden ran a shaky hand down her back, drawing her close, whispering sweet words as Roman eased his weakening flesh from her body. She moaned at the loss of contact, humming softly when he collapsed beside her, rolling her onto her side, cradling her body between them.

  “Scarlet? Baby, are you okay?”

  Roman’s voice, or was it Aiden’s? It didn’t matter. Her words were meant for both. “I love you.”

  “Ditto, darling. Just answer us one thing. Are you still thinking about kicking our asses?”

  She laughed, somehow prying open her eyes. “Just let me catch my breath.”

  “Wench.” Roman flopped onto his back, helping her lay across his arm as Aiden placed his hand over her hips. “So about the living arrangements…”

  She sighed, burrowing her ass against Aiden’s groin, grinning at his hushed curse as his cock jerked against her flesh. “Something wrong with this?”

  “We just weren’t sure if you’d want us to move in. We both have places, too, if you’d prefer.”

  She chuckled. “Is that your way of saying I can keep my house as an ’out’, should I ever feel I need it?”

  Aiden tapped her ass. “No. We’re just trying not to push you too fast. Leave that decision up to you.”

  “Aiden. You boys both have one-room apartments. If we move into one of them, where will our kids sleep?”

  Aiden pressed onto his elbow, his mouth hinged open as he stared down at her. “Our. Kids?”

  “Not right away, but eventually.” She glanced at Roman. “You both do want kids, don’t you?”

  “Hell, yeah, it’s just…” He shrugged. “We weren’t sure you’d want to take the time off. Being a cop—”

  “Isn’t nearly as important as being a family. And that’s what we are—a family.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “But I’m still a cop. Five kids aside, that’s not going to change.”

  “Five?” Roman chuckled as he settled beside her again. “So the fact you’re relaxed and happy… Would now be a good time to tell you you’re this month’s centerfold for Spyce Magazine?”

  “What?” She bolted up, only to have Aiden pull her back down. “But I thought…”

  “That original shoot, remember?” Roman patted her arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll personally chat with anyone at the station who thinks they can tease you about this. Aiden can be quite convincing.”

  “Great. Just great.” She sighed, sinking into their embrace. “Guess there are worse things I could be. And Ms. December did bring us all together.”

  “Hell, yeah. Now rest. Because Aiden wants his turn, and after all that sass… You might not see the light of day until December is gone.”

  Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:

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  Kris Norris

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “9-1-1, do you need police, fire…”

  “I need the fucking cops!”

  Fallon bit back a curse, curbing her urge to hang up, as she spoke calmly into the phone. “Where do you need the police?”

  She heard the man tell someone to shut the hell up as he breathed heavily into the phone. “There’s a fucking fight going on here, so stop asking me questions and send the damn cops!”

  “It’s hard to send the police when I don’t know where you are, sir.” Fallon kept her voice cool and detached, knowing any increase in her tone would set the guy off even more.

  “I dialled, 9-1-1. I know you guys trace the fucking calls!”

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�Only land lines. You’re on a cell, so the only address I get is the repeater you’re bouncing off of. So why don’t you tell me where you are, and I’ll send some help your way.”

  “God damn, son of a bitch…I said shut up already…just send the cops to Joe’s Bar. They’ll know where it is.”

  “What kind of…” The phone went dead. “Bloody typical.” She released the line and dialled the number back, not surprised when the asshole’s messaging system picked up. “Great. Just great.” She typed a few lines onto the screen, shaking her head in disgust. Why the hell jerks like him called the police if they weren’t willing to talk to the dispatchers never ceased to amaze her. Seven years on the job and she still hadn’t figured it out. She let the sigh she’d been holding back tremble across her lips as she keyed up the radio.

  “Bravo one and bravo two, dispatch.”

  The line hung silent for a few moments before a husky voice surged over the airwaves. “Bravo one. Go ahead, dispatch.”

  “Are you guys available for the usual down at Joe’s bar?”

  “Bravo two’s clear.”

  “Yeah, we’re clear too, dispatch. Got any details for us?”

  “Just the usual dead silence on the other end of the phone,” she sighed. “But I could hear the music still playing in the background, so I doubt it’s that out of control yet. Other than that, I’ve got nothing for you.” She paused, listening to the men mutter under their breath. “Would it help to say my spider sense is tingling?” she added.

  Laughter erupted over the radio. “Thanks, Fallon. We’ll be sure to watch our backs.”

  “Don’t forget to give me a shout when you’re on scene, and I’ll set the timer for you. Let me know if you big strong fellows need any more back-up.”

  “And distort the God-like images you’ve developed for us. I don’t think so, darling.”

  Fallon smiled as she cleared the channel and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She knew it wouldn’t stop the headache from spreading, but it was all she could do until she slept the bugger away. Damn, she was tired. The dispatch centre had lost more than a few operators over the past few months, and she’d worked more overtime than she cared to count, tonight being no exception.

  “Hey. Fallon. What are you still doing here?”

  Fallon turned towards the voice, smiling at Jane’s watchful expression. “You know me, Jane. I can’t seem to get enough of this place.”

  Jane rolled her eyes as she set her purse down on the desk beside Fallon. “Fourteen hours again?”

  “Try eighteen,” she replied, answering another call over the radio. She heard Jane mumble beside her, but chose to ignore it. Jane had a husband and a life to go home to. All she had was her mountain bike to keep her company. “Roger, bravo two. Do you want me to leave the channel open or set a five minute timer for you?”

  “Timer’s fine, Fallon. Just a few redneck boys duking it out in the parking lot. No weapons. I don’t anticipate any problems.”

  “Speak for yourself, Jeff. I just had my nails done,” moaned Ken.

  Fallon couldn’t stop her smile. “I’ll chat with you in five, boys.”

  “Another fist match at Joe’s?” asked Jane, clipping her headset in place. “That’s the third time this week, and it’s only Tuesday.”

  “Must be the lack of sunshine.”

  “More like the lack of willing females,” she retorted. “I swear men get so worked up when they aren’t getting laid.”

  “This coming from a woman who gets more than her fair share of sex,” pointed out Fallon. She watched Jane’s face flush a deep red. No doubt she’d made the most of her days off. “You about ready?”

  Jane nodded, tapping her computer to life. “Why don’t you go home and call it a day… and a night, for that matter.” She sighed as three lines lit up at once. “And don’t come back for a while, got it?”

  “Believe me, nothing will be able to drag me back in here before I’ve had a couple of days off.” She gathered her things, wondering how she’d spend the next forty-eight hours. “Call me later. Maybe we can catch a movie tomorrow?”

  “Sounds good, hon. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  Fallon forced a smile as she headed out to her Jeep. Jane meant well, but she seldom called once she left the office. Too much sex, thought Fallon, settling into the driver’s seat. God, what she wouldn’t give to be in Jane’s place. She loved sex. She just wasn’t getting any.

  You could have some if you weren’t still pining over Gil.

  She cursed the irritating voice in her head. She wasn’t pining over Gil. She was just having trouble moving on. It didn’t mean she was, in any way, pining for him.

  She sighed, imagining his fingers grazing her body. He knew where every erogenous spot was, and took his time teasing each one in turn—from the hollow by her collarbone down to the delicate arch of her foot. He was a master at making her feel sexy and feminine, and tears pooled behind her lashes just thinking about him. She missed him. Missed the feel of his tongue between her thighs, swirling her juices around her clit until she screamed out his name with her release. Missed the hard thrust of his cock deep inside her, as he possessed her like no man had ever tried. He’d been her every fantasy, her best friend.

  “Stop it,” she hissed, revving the engine in the growing darkness. “He’s gone. It’s over. Deal with it.” She stepped on the pedal, spinning the tires as she squealed out of the lot and into traffic. All she needed was a hot shower and a good night’s sleep, and everything would look better in the morning.

  * * * *

  “He’s going to strike again,” sighed Special Agent Wade Davis. “It’s only a matter of time. He can’t hide from us forever.”

  Special Agent Gil Grant looked up at the man. He’d been going over the records for hours, and was so tired he was sure the lines had started melding together. He glanced over at the wall, eyeing the photos pinned to the board. Six women­­­—all young and fit—all dead. He cursed, crumpling the paper he’d been writing on. “Time is the one thing we don’t have. It’s been two weeks since his last victim. He won’t wait much longer.”

  “Maybe this time he’ll leave something behind we can nail him with.”

  Gil held back the growl building in his chest. Wade was young, and still too arrogant to see himself as anything other than bulletproof. He hadn’t watched his fellow agents die in the name of justice, and maintained the belief that good always conquered evil.

  But evil was far stronger than anyone wanted to believe. And it was going to take more than one lucky break to catch this guy. “I’d rather nail the bastard before he strikes again, if it’s all the same to you.”

  Wade merely shrugged. They both knew the chances of tracking the guy down before his next victim was found mutilated and marked was pretty slim, but Gil hated to give in to defeat. The thought of going over another bloody crime scene curdled his stomach. There was always so much blood.

  Gil shook his head and closed the file. “Maybe he won’t kill anyone tonight,” he said, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair as he headed for the door. “I’ll be on my cell if anything comes up. See you tomorrow.”

  Wade grabbed Gil’s shoulder as he bridged the door. “I know I’m new and everything, but I want this bastard as much as you do. I know we’ll get him.”

  Gil glanced back at Wade over his shoulder. “I sure hope you’re right, Junior, or it’s going to be a hell of a hard pill to swallow.”

  Wade winced and smacked him across the back. “Have a good night, old man.”

  Gil sighed and headed down the hall—a good night—now that would be a pleasant change. He hadn’t had a good night since…

  He shivered as thoughts of Fallon flitted through his mind. She’d been the best lover he’d ever had, and the only woman he’d truly loved. He could still feel her body against his. The soft press of her breasts in his hands as he massaged them with slow circles, teasing them until her nipples puckered against her skin. They w
ere thick and hard, and he loved feeling them rasp against his teeth as he suckled them into his mouth. He could lave them for hours. Take her from one orgasm into another without ever touching her pussy. She was the most responsive woman he’d ever met.

  He swallowed, forcing the moisture past the lump stuck in his throat. He couldn’t think of her without his chest tightening and his breathing hitch. She still haunted his dreams, and he wondered if he’d ever be able to move on…to forget.

  “Ah, fuck,” he cursed, feeling the rain dampen his face. The heavy clouds had been threatening all day, but he’d hoped to make it to his truck before the worst of the coming storm hit. Luck wasn’t on his side tonight, and the steady rivulets of water trickled down his back by the time he swung open his door and ducked inside. He leant back against the seat, and closed his eyes. The metal pins in his left shoulder seemed to vibrate in the heavy air, sending tremors through his body as he tried to rub the damn ache away. But it wasn’t any good. He was cold and wet, and so damn horny it hurt.

  “Son of a bitch!” He banged his hands against the steering wheel, anger bubbling through his veins. It wasn’t bad enough he couldn’t get any kind of lead on the psycho stalking Washington state’s women, now he was faced with another night of dreaming of Fallon, only to wake up to find himself alone.

  * * * *

  Fallon tossed in her bed, hearing the rumble of thunder echo across the sky. She’d been lying there for twenty minutes, but she just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. She knew she needed it. Her eyes were heavy and dry. The muscles in her back ached, and her headache had blossomed into a migraine. But every time she closed her eyes images of Gil raced across the darkness. She could see him clearly. The sexy little half smile he gave her whenever he wanted to seduce her. Or the way his muscles flexed and bunched beneath her fingers as he pumped her full of his hot cum. He was dangerous, in every sense of the word, and it tore her apart to think she’d lost him. He’d just never been the same since…