Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (17 page)

When she complied, Grayson put the head of his cock at her entrance and thrust forward with a low growl. Cheyenne winced, then moaned deep in her throat as Grayson pulled back and thrust in again, going balls-deep.

Grayson stayed deep for a few seconds, thrusting in shallow pumps. Cheyenne whined and fisted her hands. She wiggled her hips against him, silently begging for more. Damn, she looked hot. Those hips working right along with Grayson’s, taking more, taking everything Grayson gave her.

“Like that, sweetheart?” Parker murmured in her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Is it too much with the plug in?”

She fisted her hands tighter. “No. It feels…” Grayson pulled almost out, then thrust back in hard several times, rocking her body against the table top. “Mmm, it feels good. I’m going to…oh, God.”

With a loud groan, she exploded. Grayson growled through clenched teeth and his fingers turned white as they dug into her hips. “Damn, that felt good, baby. I like how your walls quiver around my dick when you come.”

Cheyenne whimpered incoherently, making Parker grin. Grayson stopped moving and reached to the side to pull the chair away from the table. Parker stood straight and reached for the zipper of his jeans. He’d been waiting for this…those lips of hers wrapped around his hard cock.

Grayson pulled her up against him, then sat on the chair. Cheyenne gasped at the change of position but moaned when Grayson pulled her thighs wide and slowly rocked her hips against him. His cock was still embedded deep inside her, and with her back against Grayson, her pussy was open and bared for Parker’s touch.

With a grin, he reached down and gently circled her swollen clit with the pad of his finger. She whimpered and wiggled, trying to shift so he would touch it fully.

“Not yet, Doc,” he replied with a grin.

She stared up at him with a mixture of pleading and frustration. Parker reached out and spread her top open. Using the tips of his fingers, he lowered her bra, exposing her perky breasts. Grayson reached around and cupped them. Cheyenne moaned and dropped her head back. Her hips rocked faster, making Grayson growl in her ear.

He could watch this all day, but his balls hurt too much to wait. Freeing his cock from his open jeans, he traced her lips with the head. Cheyenne hummed and flicked her tongue out, swirling it around the tip.

Parker had to grit his teeth to keep from shoving his dick into her mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to the edge just from watching. She sat up and then groaned as the new position forced Grayson even deeper.

Parker smiled as she gripped the base of his shaft and wrapped her lips around him hungrily. When she sucked him almost to the back of her throat, he moaned loudly and grabbed a handful of her hair.

God, her mouth felt good. The way her tongue swept over the tip nearly sent him screaming into release. Her sounds vibrated along his length and made him shiver in delight. “That’s it, Doc,” he growled. “Take it all, just like you take all of Grayson’s in that hot pussy of yours.”

She sucked him deeper, and he almost choked on the need to spill himself down her throat. God, this was going to be over way too soon.

The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and he snarled, “Swallow.”

His entire body shook as his cum spurted down her throat. He pulled back, allowing her to catch her breath and swallow. She engulfed him hungrily, sucking him back in, draining him of every drop.

He reluctantly pulled from her mouth, then leaned down to cover her lips with his. Her kiss was wild, hungry. She was close. He could feel it in the tensing of her body, in the way her hips bucked. She lowered her hands to touch herself, but Parker broke the kiss and grabbed her wrists. He wrapped her fingers around the arms of the dining chair. “Hold on to those, Doc.”

She gripped them tight, anxiously awaiting what he had in mind for her next. Keeping his gaze on her face, Parker reached between her legs and brushed his finger over her clit. It didn’t take much, only a light touch over the swollen bud, and she exploded like a rocket. With a scream, she arched her back.

Grayson came as well. Forcing his hips up, he pressed deep into Cheyenne with a shout.

With a sigh, she slumped against Grayson. “My God.”

Parker smiled and brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “If you can take Grayson and that plug, Doc, you can take Grayson and me together.”

She swallowed and looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m not sure I would survive that.” She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. “This was…”

“Incredible,” Grayson finished for her as he kissed her cheek.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I think I need a nap.”

Parker chuckled and pulled her off Grayson. When she came to her feet, he lifted her in his arms. “The master?” he asked Grayson.

Grayson nodded tiredly. “I think I may join her.”

Parker carried Cheyenne to the bedroom. He laid her on the comforter and turned to look at Grayson as he strolled into the room. “I need a warm rag,” Parker said.

Grayson nodded and headed into the bathroom. Parker removed the plug from Cheyenne’s ass. She hissed and glared at him over her shoulder. “My ass is going to be sore for days.”

Parker chuckled. “Maybe a few hours, but not days. A warm bath would probably help that.”

She huffed. “I’m too tired to run the water.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Grayson, who stood inside the bathroom door. “Water’s already started,” Grayson said.

Parker leaned down and kissed Cheyenne’s swollen lips. “You go with Grayson for that bath, and I’ll take the boat out for a spin. I know a great spot with a waterfall.”

She smiled slightly. “Really?”

Parker touched her cheek, wondering why he’d ever thought they should keep their hands off her. She was so perfect for them. The only question was, how would she feel about this long-term? He and Grayson could be incredibly demanding. This little romp was proof of that. Perhaps if it hadn’t scared her off…

Right now, she still basked in the glow of her orgasms. Later they would see how she really felt about it and what their future might hold.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cheyenne topped the circular staircase that led to the upper level of Grayson’s massive houseboat and inhaled the scent of grilling hamburgers. Parker stood at the grill, and for a second, she stood back and watched him.

His back was to her, his hair ruffling as the cool breeze from the waterfall they’d parked close to blew across the deck. He’d picked a beautiful spot, secluded in a narrow cove, the waterfall a stunning backdrop against the mountains and late evening, blue sky. Later, that rustling sound of water would be incredible to sleep to.

Grayson was downstairs checking the batteries that connected to the solar panels. With those, they didn’t have to run the generator as much.

She tilted her head, thinking about what life with the both of them would be like. From her limited experience so far, she definitely enjoyed the sex, but how long could she possibly keep up? Eventually the sex would die off. Didn’t it always? What then? And what about her sore behind? She shifted and winced at the discomfort. How often would she be able to take that?

Parker turned to grab the plate on the table behind him and his gaze caught hers. He raised an eyebrow in surprise before his lips spread into a slow smile of welcome. Wow, the man could seduce a nun with that smile.

“Hey, Doc. How was your nap?” He picked up the plate and turned to pull several burgers off the grill.

“It was okay. Short but good.” She walked up to stand next to him. “Do you need any help?”

“No. I’m good.”

He gave her another quick smile before checking the last two burgers. “Do you like them well-done or bloody?”

She wrinkled her nose at the red that oozed out of the meat when he pressed on it with a spatula. “Well-done, please.” She stared at the plate in his hand. “I take it those are bloody?”

He chuckled. “Grayson and I like them still mooing.”

She shuddered. “Yuck.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Apparently in the bedroom.”

Parker snickered. “Or dining room.”

“Touché,” she replied, grinning. Her smile faded, and she fidgeted with the handle on the side of the grill. She could already feel her face heating. “Now that it’s been brought up…”

“Uh-oh,” Parker murmured. “Let me set this aside.”

He put the plate on the table a few feet away and came back to stand before her. Waiting. Now that he was looking at her, she found herself losing her nerve. He must’ve noticed because he took a step closer and rubbed her upper arm.

“Is something bothering you, Doc? Are we too overwhelming?”

She shook her head. “No. That’s not it.”

She bit her lip and moved to sit at the table. Maybe if she moved farther away from him, she could get her worries out.

“Why didn’t any of your past relationships work out? Did they not like the sex?”

Parker turned down the grill and came to sit in the chair next to her. “Partly. Women find threesomes fun for a weekend. When it’s every day, it becomes a little much.”

She sighed. “I can understand that, I think.”

Parker gave her a sad smile. “I can too. Grayson and I can be…overwhelming at times.”

“Yes, you can,” she said. “But in a good way.”

Parker leaned forward and took her hand in his. “I don’t know where any of this is going. I do know that Grayson and I are very attracted to you.”

She swallowed and nodded in agreement. She was attracted to them as well. More so than she’d ever been attracted to anyone before. Especially where sex was concerned. “When this is all over, my life will probably be so different. New life, new city. Right?”

“Maybe. But maybe not.”

“If I have to start over, what about you and Grayson? If I wanted to take this further, to try a ménage relationship, how could we possibly do that if I have a new life?”

“Would you want to try, Cheyenne?”

She bit her lip again. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t know if she felt anything for them other than sexual attraction. “I don’t know.”

Parker’s lips twitched. “It’s early yet. We’re just getting to know each other.”

She drew in a deep breath, slightly relieved. “I agree.”

“We’ll take it slow. Let you see what life would be like with us. Let us all get to know each other better. Right now the sex is great, but…we need to see if we fit everywhere else. Sound fair?”

“Sounds fair,” she said with a smile.

Parker lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the backs of her fingers. She melted. No guy had ever kissed her hand. It was so sweet and so incredibly sexy, it sent a wave of tingles up her arm.

“Are you at it again?” Grayson asked

Cheyenne turned to see him walking toward them, two plates in his hands. One held buns, the other slices of lettuce, onions, and tomatoes.

“I’m always at it,” Parker replied drily as Grayson set the plates on the table.

“Is there anything else downstairs that needs to be brought up?” she asked.

“Condiments, chips, I think there’s also some potato salad from Mom in the fridge. The woman can’t help herself and has to send hordes of home-cooked stuff.”

Parker snickered. “Yeah, I noticed the tray of lasagna in the freezer.”

“Oooh, I love lasagna,” Cheyenne said. “And I think it’s nice. She sounds like she’s the mothering type.”

“
Mothering type
is putting it mildly,” Grayson grumbled.

Cheyenne slapped at Grayson’s arm. “Stop ragging on your mother and help me get the rest of this stuff.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Grayson replied.

As they walked back into the kitchen, Cheyenne glanced over her shoulder. “So, do they know why we’re here?”

“Yes.” Grayson opened the fridge and pulled out the condiments. “If I didn’t tell them, they would want to visit, and they shouldn’t.”

She gave a nod. “So they understand…about your job?”

“That it can sometimes be dangerous?” Grayson asked.

He shut the fridge door and turned to look at her. The blue of his shirt deepened the blue in his eyes, and Cheyenne found it hard to look away. They reminded her of the blue water outside the boat—dark, deep, and all-consuming.

Parker could seduce with a touch. Grayson could seduce with a look.

She quickly shook her head as she reached for the bag of chips and the bowl of potato salad Grayson had set on the counter. “Yeah. I mean, that’s got to be tough for a mother.”

“I’m sure it is, but she takes solace in the fact that Parker and I watch out for each other, and we’ve never been shot. Not once.”

She scrunched her nose. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or not. If you haven’t been shot at yet, it just increases your chances that you will at some point.”

Grayson’s lips twitched as understanding shone in his eyes. He knew she worried. Hell, she would gladly admit to it, but she didn’t think she would ever tell them they had to quit. It wouldn’t be right.

“You’re thinking way too analytically. Lots of agents go their whole careers and never get shot.”

Cheyenne harrumphed good-naturedly. “That’s just because the vast majority of them never catch anyone.”

“Hey,” Grayson said, but the humor in his gaze was obvious.

Cheyenne ignored him and headed back up the spiral staircase. When they reached the top, Grayson called out to Parker, “Do you know what this woman said to me?”

“It must’ve been good,” Parker murmured with amusement.

Grayson set his stuff on the table and put his hands on his hips. “She said the majority of FBI agents don’t catch anyone.”

Cheyenne almost giggled at the overdone look of offense on his face. She set the bowl down and replied, “Tell me it’s not true.”

“She’s got you there,” Parker said.

Grayson chuckled and pulled his chair out. He plopped down and grinned wickedly. “She may be right, but I think we should spank her ass just for saying it.”

Cheyenne raised an eyebrow. “Wait. I was just giving you a hard time. Are you telling me I was right?”

“As much as I hate to admit it,” Parker said as he turned off the grill and joined them at the table. “You are right.”