Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (16 page)

Parker grinned. “Come on, Doc. I dare you to tell me you haven’t been thinking about it.”

She lifted her hand and pinched her fingers close together. “Maybe a little.”

Parker and Grayson laughed as the waitress walked over and began setting their plates on the table.

Once she left, Parker said, “We need to hurry. I don’t want to stay here any longer than we have to.” He glanced at Cheyenne. “And not because I’m dying to get between your thighs.”

Chapter Twenty

Cheyenne climbed into the back of the SUV and spotted the bag lying on the floor. She hadn’t been able to get Parker to tell her what was in it, so maybe she should just…

She reached down and snatched it from the floor while Parker stood outside the car, talking to Grayson.

“Do you want me to drive for a while?” Parker asked.

“No,” Grayson replied. “You know I prefer to drive.”

“Okay, but let me know if you get tired.”

“I will,” Grayson said as he slid behind the steering wheel.

Cheyenne opened the bag and peeked inside. Parker slid into the seat next to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

She quickly closed the bag and glanced up at him guiltily. “I was curious.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Did you see something you like?”

She pursed her lips and sighed. “I didn’t see anything.”

Parker held out his hand, and with a twist of her lips, she passed the bag. He set it by his side, then grabbed her elbow and pulled her over his knee.

Cheyenne squealed and braced herself against the edge of the seat. Her face was against the leather of the seat; her ass in the air. Her breasts pressed into the hard muscles of his thighs, reminding her how much stronger than her he was. To her surprise, he feathered his right hand up the back of her thigh and under her skirt. When his palm smoothed over her hip, she stiffened.

“Parker! What are you doing?”

“Well, right now, I’m enjoying this delectable ass you have. But here in a few, I’m going to show you what I have in the bag.”

She wanted to yell at him to let her up, but his touch made her want something else entirely. Her heart began to race as his fingers stroked over her hip and then between her legs.

The SUV made a turn, and Parker’s left arm tightened over the small of her back, holding her on his lap. He continued the slow exploration of her private area with the fingers of his right hand. She bit her lips to stifle a moan of pleasure as he gently slid his fingers between her labia and stroked the entrance to her pussy.

“I like that you’re wet,” he purred as he smeared the cream.

When he moved from her pussy to slowly circle the tight entrance to her ass, she drew in a sharp gasp at the burning need that pierced straight into her womb.

Good Lord. What was he doing to her?

“Parker,” she murmured and tried to push up.

He slapped her hip hard, making her inhale sharply.

“Be still,” he commanded.

Cheyenne was shocked at the rush of heat that pooled between her thighs. Wow, that stung, but at the same time, it made her want to wiggle wantonly. If she moved, would he do it again? She shifted, and he slapped her ass once more. This time, she moaned.

He moved his fingers back to her pussy, and Cheyenne spread her thighs as best she could, offering more of herself up to him. She wanted him to keep going…to keep touching and playing.

When he pressed two fingers into her, she bucked back toward his hand, trying to take him deeper. Unfortunately, Parker was determined to take his sweet time.

“I could draw this out all the way to the lake,” he murmured.

He pulled his fingers back out, and she groaned in protest.

“I could keep playing and teasing. Make you so needy that when we finally get there, you attack us.”

She swallowed, knowing full well he could easily do that very thing. When it came to the two of them, she had learned quickly she had no control. None at all. Even now, over his knee in the back of a moving car, she wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it.

His cock was so close to her mouth. She had an overwhelming desire to lick it, taste it, take it in her mouth while he played with her pussy.

She shifted toward his crotch. Parker pinched the inside of her thigh. She yelped at the sharp bite of pain, then turned her head to glare up at him.

He only smiled, although the lust in his gaze was unmistakable. That look alone could send her into an immediate state of need.

“Relax, Doc. Time enough later for you to suck my cock. For right now, I just want to enjoy this wet pussy of yours.”

He thrust two fingers inside her again, and she closed her eyes, sighing loudly.

“Grayson can’t see us,” she whispered, although for the life of her she wasn’t sure why.

“That’s okay. He can still hear, so make lots of sexy noises for him to enjoy while he drives.”

A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with unease. The idea that Grayson was listening made her even hotter. Parker thrust twice more, and she moaned loudly, enjoying the feel of his fingers as they stretched and teased.

“Nothing like a hot finger-fuck after lunch to make a long drive more enjoyable. Isn’t that right, Doc?”

“Mmm, yes,” she replied breathlessly.

“This pussy is warm and wet. Lots of cream to coat my fingers,” Parker said as he pulled his fingers out and stroked up between her labia, straight for her clit.

Cheyenne tensed, hungry for the touch she knew would send her soaring. Instead, he went all around it.

“And plenty to slick up this clit.”

He brushed the pad of his finger up one side, then the other. It made the bud tighter, made it swell, and made Cheyenne wiggle uncontrollably.

“Parker,” she moaned.

He moved his fingers to her entrance and pushed two inside. Cheyenne groaned and arched her back, forcing her hips up.

“Like a little kitten in heat,” Parker mused. “Damn, Doc. You’re sexy as hell.”

He pulled his fingers out again and moved them to the entrance to her ass. “Have you ever had a man here?”

“No,” she whined.

“Hmm,” he purred as he slowly circled the ring.

He removed both his hands, and she heard the bag rustle. She tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, but the hard look he gave her made her put her face back against his thigh. Why did this turn her on? Why did such a bossy, dominating man make her so hot and ready to do his bidding?

The noises he made behind her made her wary but excited her at the same time. Was it the unknown? The anxiety of it? She’d always heard fear could heighten sexual arousal, just never…

Parker’s hand returned to her pussy, and she jerked toward his touch. His fingers felt so good as they slowly explored and teased, touching everywhere but her clit, which drove her insane. If she could think clearly and come up with a way to get back at him, she would.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop what he was doing right now. Not yet anyway.

He pressed something cold against the entrance to her ass. Cheyenne’s eyes popped open, and she froze. Her breathing came in harsh and excited gasps as she waited to see what he would do. She started to push back, then stopped herself. Why did she have this dark urge to feel whatever he had in his hand thrust into her? There of all places.

He pushed forward, hard at first, forcing his way past the tight ring of resistance, then slower as he filled her with the toy. It felt thick and hard. Her entire body shivered as it stretched her muscles, making her wince, but also sending her senses screaming.

“Oh, God,” she panted.

“You almost came,” Parker mused as he pulled the toy back, then pressed it deeper.

Cheyenne moaned and arched. She never imagined something there could be so…was it pleasurable? Or was she just so turned on and the channels were so close together that one melded into the other?

“Roll to your back,” Parker commanded.

She did his bidding, albeit a bit clumsily in the back of the SUV. When she got positioned, she looked up at him and was convinced he could burn her alive with his hot gaze. What was he going to do?

She didn’t have long to wait.

Parker leaned down and captured her lips with his. His kiss was hard and demanding and would’ve left her weak-kneed if she’d been standing. His tongue swept inside, commanding hers to respond. She lifted her hands and buried her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away much too soon for Cheyenne’s liking, and she attempted to tug him back to her. With a chuckle, Parker removed her hands from his hair and settled them over her head. He studied her, his eyes dark with passion. She could feel her nipples beading under her bra.

Parker noticed as well. With one hand, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her sundress and pushed the material aside. Cheyenne held her breath as he pulled the cup of her bra down, exposing her aching mound to his touch.

His hand was warm as it palmed her breast. His fingers harsh as they pinched and pulled at her nipple. Cheyenne moaned and forced her breasts upward, wanting more.

How crazy was this? Lying in the back of a car, across Parker’s lap, as he played with her? Traffic buzzed past them. Grayson sat in the front seat listening. It was wild and insane and unlike anything she’d ever done before.

All her life she’d been conservative. But not now. At this moment, all she could think about was how much she wanted him to put his hand back between her legs. Did he really plan on keeping her in this heightened state of arousal until they arrived at the lake?

She’d be an animal by then.

Chapter Twenty-One

Parker enjoyed tormenting Cheyenne. He loved to watch her wiggle and squirm. He loved all the noises she made, both soft and loud. He especially liked the way her panting breaths filled the car. It was like music, and he could change the tempo and pitch of her moans based on where he touched her.

He’d been doing this for a while. Getting her close, then backing off and allowing her to calm down before starting all over again.

Grayson made a sharp right turn, and Parker glanced out the front window. They were here, finally. Ahead of them was the parking lot, and the marina with the houseboats. His uncle’s boat was at the far end. The large double-decker houseboat stood out on the lake like a Jaguar in a Walmart parking lot.

It had been his uncle’s dream to one day have a boat the whole family could fit on. Parker and Grayson had enjoyed many summer vacations on that boat.

“We’re here, Doc,” Parker murmured.

Cheyenne sat up slowly, glaring at him for a couple of seconds before turning her attention to fixing her bra. She stared out over the marina and asked. “Which one is ours?”

Parker adjusted the denim over his cock. “The black-and-white one at the very end.”

Cheyenne noticed his movement and snickered. “Serves you right.”

“Careful, Doc. I’m not done with you yet.”

The pupils in her eyes dilated before she turned away and reached for the door handle. They all three climbed out, and Parker inhaled the familiar lake scents in the air. He caught a whiff of charcoal and smiled. “Someone’s grilling burgers. Man, that smells good.”

“Burgers are going to have to wait,” Grayson snarled. His gaze was on Cheyenne.

She turned to look at him, her face flushed, her dress still unbuttoned, but her bra had been pulled up to cover her breasts.

“No food?” she asked.

Grayson snorted. “No. I called Dad. The boat’s stocked, but I have other plans before I start burgers.”

Grayson walked over to Cheyenne and cupped her face. Before she could say anything, he slanted his mouth over hers. Parker watched as Cheyenne melted against his cousin, returning his kiss with a hunger that matched his.

It should’ve made him jealous. Most men would be furious if another man touched the woman he wanted for his own, but the image of her being pleasured and coming by Grayson’s touch had sent his libido soaring. Damn, he wanted her.

Grayson pulled away and Cheyenne sighed. “Wow. And what might those plans be?” she asked, a hopeful look on her face.

“Follow me and I’ll show you,” Grayson replied. He took Cheyenne’s hand and led her toward the boat.

She glanced over her shoulder at Parker as he followed close behind. He winked before letting his gaze wander down her tan legs. The short skirt covered her ass, but Parker knew what was beneath it—a butt plug filling a firm ass. He couldn’t wait to see Grayson fuck her with that plug inside her. If she could handle that, she could handle both of them.

Grayson quickly unlocked the sliding glass door and slid it open. They pushed the sheer curtain aside and stepped into the living area of the boat. A leather sofa and chairs faced a big-screen television. A breakfast bar separated the living area from the full kitchen. A six-person dining table sat to the side of the kitchen.

His cousin didn’t even allow Cheyenne to look around before pushing her toward the dining table. Without a word, he shoved her forward over the table. Cheyenne squealed, but then caught them both by surprise when she giggled.

Grayson slid his hand between her legs and fondled her pussy.

“Still wet?” Parker asked as he searched through the bag for a condom.

“Oh, yeah,” Grayson murmured before thrusting two fingers into her passage.

Cheyenne moaned and tried to push her hips back.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to get what you want. Right now,” Grayson said.

“Condom,” Parker said as he tossed the foil package to Grayson.

He caught it easily, then removed his fingers from Cheyenne’s passage so he could open it. Cheyenne started to rise on her palms, but Parker walked around the other side of the table and, with his hand on the back of her head, pushed her back down.

“Stay down, sweetheart. Grayson’s going to fuck that pretty little pussy.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “And I’m going to watch.”

She shivered, and he smiled in appreciation.

Grayson opened his jeans and slid the condom over his engorged shaft. He put his hands on the inside of her thighs and pressed outward. “Open those legs a little, baby,” he murmured.