by Becca Van
Tanner had a scar just above his hip on the right, and there were a couple of marks on his left arm. One looked as if he’d been cut with a knife, and he had a round scar where a bullet had entered his arm.
“Why are you frowning, honey?” Tanner asked as he rolled to his back, hooked an arm over her waist, and tugged her close against him.
“I was just admiring your war wounds.”
“You like our scars?” he asked in disbelief.
“Not exactly.”
Tanner shifted until he was bracing his head in his hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I hate that you and Cooper were hurt while defending our country and innocent people.”
“You’ve been hurt, too.” Tanner traced his finger over the faint white line that started at her shoulder and ended in the bend of her elbow. “We need to know what happened to you, Jasmine.”
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I survived.”
“I agree with that because if you hadn’t you wouldn’t be here with us now, but we still want to know who hurt you.”
“Later,” Jasmine answered as she caressed over his pecs, down his ribs, and then his ripped abs toward his hard cock.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl.” Tanner clasped her wrist in his hand preventing her from getting to her prize.
She lifted her gaze to his and let him see how much she wanted him. She licked suddenly dry lips when his green orbs blazed at her with hunger. “Maybe I like playing with fire.”
Tanner released her wrist and then rolled over onto his back. He splayed his arms and legs wide before meeting her gaze again. “Have at it, honey.”
Jasmine scrambled up onto her hands and knees and then lifted her leg over Tanner until she was straddling his hips. She placed her hands on his pectorals and then caressed over his chest, delighting in the sensation of the light hair on his body tickling her palms. She sat back on his thighs and watched the movement of her hands as they moved over his body. She loved the contrasting sensations of soft hair, warm skin, and hard-ridged muscles. She traced the delineated striations of muscles under his flesh, and when she brushed the tips of her fingers over his ripped abs and his belly jumped, she met his hot, hungry gaze. She could tell he was holding himself in check, but with the way his biceps were bulging and flexing in his arms and the way the muscle in his jaw was ticking, he was grinding his teeth. He’d placed his hands beneath his head, and though he was watching her from those beautiful green eyes, his lids were heavy with desire.
She glanced down at his thick, hard cock and moaned when she caught a bead of moisture glistening in the small slit in the head. Jasmine scooted farther down his legs and carefully wrapped her hand around the base of his dick. He groaned, and when she glanced up at him, he had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. The tendons in the side of his neck stood out under his skin, and his Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed audibly.
Jasmine’s gaze shifted back to his cock, and she began to move her hand up and down the length of his shaft. His dick pulsed in her hand, and as she watched, the crown turned from a reddish color to a reddish-purple hue. More moisture bubbled at the tip of his dick, and she began to salivate.
She lowered her head and lapped up the moisture. Tanner’s groan joined her moan as his sweet, spicy flavor burst on her taste buds. She swirled her tongue around the head, watching him from beneath her lowered lashes, wanting to make sure she captured every little nuance of pleasure she gave him. When her tongue lashed the underside where crown met shaft, Tanner moaned and his hips bowed up toward her. She licked and laved at the spot until his breath was sawing in and out of his lungs like a noisy bellows.
He moved his hands from beneath his head and reached out toward her, but before he touched her, he placed his hands down at his sides and fisted the sheet in his hands. He lifted his gaze toward her. “You’re killing me, honey.”
Jasmine frowned. “Am I hurting you?”
Tanner shook his head. “No, Jas, you’re making me ache for you, and I didn’t think that was possible. I’ve wanted you for such a long time I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.”
Jasmine’s heart filled with so much warmth she was worried it was about to burst wide open. She’d never had anyone want her the way Tanner and Cooper wanted her, and she wanted them just as much. Without any more preamble, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked his cock in as far as she could.
Tanner made a growly sound and pressed his hips farther into the mattress. Jasmine licked along the large vein under his cock and then began to bob her head up and down. Since he was so big she couldn’t get all of him in her mouth, so she used her hand to pump up and down what she couldn’t take.
His breathing grew even more shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly each time he inhaled and exhaled. Jasmine caressed her free hand up the inside of one thigh until she was so close to his balls she could feel the heat emanating off of them, but she made sure not to touch. She felt powerfully feminine and wanted to tease him for a bit. What amazed her, though, was the more she tasted and teased him, the more her arousal for him grew.
She caressed back down the inside of his other thigh before smoothing her way back up until her knuckles brushed against his balls. He moaned as she suctioned her cheeks in, she drew her mouth up to the tip of his cock, and then she suckled on the head as she cupped his balls in her hand. She gently, carefully rolled his testes in their sac as she drew him back into her mouth. She was so turned on she could feel her juices soaking her inner thighs and her pussy was clenching with an empty hunger, but she was enjoying herself too much to want to stop.
Tanner must have been of the same mind because all of a sudden, he was gripping her under her arms and pulling her back up his body.
“I need you, Jasmine.” He sat up as he wrapped his arms around her waist and then rolled until she was on her back under him.
He nudged her legs farther apart, aligned his cock with her cunt, and covered her mouth with his as he surged inside.
* * * *
Tanner couldn’t believe he’d held out as long as he had. It had been pure, unadulterated, torturous pleasure when she’d had her mouth on his cock. A ball of fire had formed at the base of his spine when she’d begun rolling his balls in her small hand, and he’d had to wrest control before he’d totally disgraced himself.
He hoped he hadn’t hurt her when he’d driven into her but didn’t think he had since she was moaning and gasping beneath him. She was so fucking hot, wet, and tight he wasn’t sure he was going to last much longer. He could feel her internal walls rippling along the length of his hard, aching cock, and the fire at his spine was already moving around to his balls.
She was clutching at his shoulders, her short nails digging into his skin, and Tanner hoped she left her mark on him. He’d never felt so manly, so primal before, and though he wanted to roar with exuberance at finally being able to make love to her, he swallowed the urge back down.
When her pussy stopped clenching around him, he slowly drew back until just the tip was resting inside of her cunt and then stroked back in. She turned her head, breaking their kiss, and gasped out a moan as he withdrew again. Each time he pulled back and surged back in he increased the pace and depth of his penetration.
He was only vaguely aware of Coop coming back into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the mattress, but he kept his gaze wholly centered on Jasmine. Her lips were parted as she gasped in air, her cheeks and chest were flushed, and her blue eyes glittered with hunger.
She was so fucking beautiful, and she was all his. All his and Cooper’s and if he had anything to say about it, and he hoped he did, she would be theirs for the rest of their lives.
He kissed his way down over the tops of her breasts, taking first one and then the other nipple into his mouth, suckling on and giving each hard tip the same attention. Jasmine gasped and groaned.
Tanner moaned when his bal
ls began to feel tight as they drew up closer to his body. He maneuvered up onto his knees, lifted her legs up over his shoulders, and gripped her hips in his hands.
Jasmine’s little fingers clung to his forearms, and she began to rock her hips in sync with his pumping hips.
He drove his cock in and out of her cunt, fast, hard, and deep, relishing the pleasurable heated friction her internal walls created along his shaft, but he could tell she was still too far behind him. He glanced at Cooper and nodded to his friend before he reached down between their bodies, grabbed the base of his cock, and pushed his shaft up tighter against the top wall of her pussy.
“Oh!” Jasmine cried out as the head of his dick rubbed over her sweet spot.
Coop was now lying on the bed next to Jasmine, cupping and kneading one breast while sucking the nipple on the other. She sobbed and gasped, shoving her hips up to slap against Tanner’s as he lost all control. Tanner gripped her ankles in his hands, lifted and spread her legs wider, and pounded into her faster, harder, and deeper.
Coop released her breast, clasped her chin between his finger and thumb, turning her head toward him, and then devoured her mouth.
Tanner growled when he felt her internal walls begin to coil, adjusted the angle of his thrusting hips, and drove into her harder still. His pubis slapped against her cunt, and he gave his pelvis a little twist at the end, making sure to press against her engorged clit.
In and out. In and out. His cock gliding along those soaked walls as the fire encompassed his balls. His testes hardened as they drew up closer to his body, and just as he thought he was about to go over the edge before Jasmine, her breath stuttered and she froze with tension. He glanced at her gorgeous face and groaned when her lips gaped open as she finally drew in a breath.
Jasmine’s cunt flexed around him just before she screamed, “Tanner!” and her internal walls clenched down around his still shuttling cock.
Tanner groaned and gasped as he stroked into her once, twice, and on the third time, he shouted as the fire shot up the length of his shaft as he began to come. He jerked and juddered, his whole body trembling as spume after spume of cum shot up from this balls and out of the tip of his dick.
White noise rang in his ears, and white sheeted his vision. Tanner had never come so hard in his life, had never felt so emotionally connected to another human being, not even Cooper, and he was the brother of his heart.
Emotion surged from his heart and jism spewed from his dick, and he knew in the moment that Jasmine Urban was the love of his life. Tears burned his eyes, but he blinked them back, not wanting this feisty woman to see how very vulnerable he was right at that moment. Not because he didn’t trust her, because he did, but he had a feeling if she really knew how he felt that she would end up running from him and Coop. Yes, she’d consented to make love with them, but he wasn’t stupid. Tanner had learned to read women, and though he knew she had to have feelings for him and Coop, he wasn’t sure she was in love with them, yet. If he told her he loved her, she would probably end up laughing in his face and pushing them away again.
He pushed his thoughts aside and opened his eyes to find her smiling at him. “Thank you, honey. That was amazing. I’ve never felt like that before.”
“You haven’t?” she asked tentatively.
Tanner kissed her lips and then shook his head. “No, I haven’t.”
“You’re an amazing woman, Jasmine,” Cooper said.
“No. I’m just me.”
Tanner rolled until they were on their sides. They both groaned when his softening cock slipped from her body. Cooper scooted in close to her back, spooning her from behind.
“We don’t care what you think about yourself, honey.” Tanner stroked a finger down her cheek. “You’re special.”
“I’ve…” Jasmine buried her face in his neck, and he began to get concerned when he felt moisture drop onto his skin.
“Jasmine, what’s wrong?”
“N–nothing.”
Tanner wasn’t letting her get away with lying to them. He drew back and nudged her chin up. Her blue eyes were full of moisture, and she had tracks on her skin. “Why are you crying, love?”
She hiccupped before sucking in a ragged breath. “You make me feel beautiful.”
“You are beautiful,” Coop rasped out.
Jasmine shook her head, and when she blinked, more tears rolled down her face. Tanner cupped her cheeks between his hands. “You are the most beautiful woman we’ve ever met. You have a heart of gold and the skill and determination of a warrior.”
“You might try and hide your soft heart behind that sharp tongue, but we know deep down that you would do anything to protect those you care about. Just look what you’re already doing,” Coop said.
“What?” Jasmine frowned.
“You’ve made yourself look like Misha to protect her,” Tanner replied.
“Of course I have.” Jasmine sighed with exasperation. “It’s my job.”
“No, it’s not,” Coop said. “I’ve never heard of a profiler using themselves as bait.”
“I was an agent first.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Tanner muttered under his breath. His heart ached at the thought of the serial killer getting his hands on his, on their woman. He wasn’t sure he’d survive if anything happened to her. He’d just found the love of his life, and he didn’t want to lose her. Not ever.
Chapter Ten
Jasmine eyed the patrons she’d been serving all day behind the bar at the Chamberlain Inn. A couple of times she’d felt as if she was being watched, but whenever she’d scanned the crowd, she hadn’t found anyone looking her way. The feeling hadn’t made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as it usually did, which made her think that whoever had been watching hadn’t been doing so for nefarious reasons.
She’d been working at the inn for a week now, and though she liked having a change of pace, she was never really relaxed. Underneath her banter and the smiles she gave the customers was the agent she’d been trained to be.
Every night since the first time she’d had sex with Cooper and Tanner, they had made love to her, and she was falling more under their spell with every look, every touch. Although she desperately wanted to catch the sick bastard killing innocent women as soon as possible, she was also trepidatious about it. What was going to happen when they finally had the psychopath behind bars? Would Tanner and Cooper just wave her on her merry way? Every time she thought about heading back to Washington her heart ached and the pain was so intense it nearly brought her to her knees. Even if she didn’t admit it to them, she could admit to herself that she was well on the way to falling in love with the two deputy sheriffs.
No matter how hard she tried to tell herself it was just sex on her behalf, she never really quite believed it. She wanted to be able to ask Tanner and Cooper point-blank what they expected from her, but she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know what their answer would be.
Jasmine sighed as she pushed her thoughts aside and gave her customer the change. She glanced about the large room, concerned when she saw a group of women with no men at their table. She hoped that they were smart and stayed together when they left. She wasn’t sure she could handle going to another crime scene and seeing the torture another young woman had had to endure before taking her last breath.
The door on the far side of the room opened, and the hair on her neck stood on end. She tried to see who had just walked in the door, but she wasn’t tall enough to see over the heads of the crowd and there were too many people milling about for her to see around them.
She served another customer but tried to keep an eye out for whoever was making her anxious and then moved on to the next person waiting to order a drink.
“Hey, beautiful. I’ve never seen you here before.”
Jasmine eyed the thirty-something dark-haired man but decided he wasn’t a threat to her. She ignored his cheesy pick-up line and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Wha
t can I get you?”
“I’ll have the beer on tap and your phone number.”
“Not in this lifetime buddy.” Jasmine turned her back to him as she grabbed a clean frosted glass from the fridge. She could feel his eyes on her when she turned back to pour his beer but didn’t meet his gaze. She told him the amount he owed as she placed the full glass on the bar in front of him.
“You’re not being very friendly. I like my women to laugh and smile.”
Persistent bastard, Jasmine thought. “I don’t care what your likes and dislikes are.” She took his money, got his change, and ignored his outstretched hand. Instead of placing the money in his cupped palm like he expected, she slammed it down on the bar and moved toward the other end, where other people were waiting to be served. She kept an eye on the guy in her periphery, hoping he’d take the hint and leave her be. When he turned and walked away, she sighed with relief, but she followed his path to a table with another three men laughing and talking.
She kept an eye on the guy’s table as the night wore on and hoped the ass wasn’t going to be a problem, but from the ribbing he was getting from his friends and the way he was eyeing her angrily, Jasmine suspected he was going to be trouble. Thankfully she could handle him if he came at her. She just hoped that his friends didn’t decide to join in if he made a move.
Jasmine’s feet were aching by the time the end of her shift came about, and she was so tired she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She’d slept a whole hell of a lot better in the last week safe and warm between Tanner and Cooper, but she always ended up having the dream that had plagued her for years. Her guys were great and soothed her with non-sexual caresses until she settled down again, but she could tell by the look in their eyes that they weren’t going to let her get away without explaining her nightmares and the horror she’d dealt with so long ago. They had been so patient with her, but she could see that their patience was wearing thin.