Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (19 page)

“You’ll be surprised what two days can do,” Cheyenne said, then narrowed her eyes at him. “If you’ll quit running around and spend those two days resting.”

Josh grinned but spoke to Parker. “Is she always like that?”

“Bossy?” Parker asked. “Yeah.”

Cheyenne slapped his thigh with the back of her hand, making them all laugh.

Josh gave Grayson a strange, knowing look before leaning forward and placing his drink on the coffee table. “Thanks for the drink, guys, but I think I better head out of here. Dad stayed behind at Gordon’s restaurant on the dock to help him with something, so he’s waiting on me to get back. Can I see you guys on the deck?”

Grayson and Parker shared a look before standing. “We’ll be back in a minute,” Parker murmured down to her before following Josh outside.

Cheyenne frowned at the three strong backs barely squeezing down the hallway toward the master bedroom and back deck. She had a bad feeling.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“How is Gordon?” Parker asked as they stepped outside. They hadn’t stopped in and said hello to the old man they’d known since childhood, so Parker was sure they’d get an earful when they did see him.

Josh didn’t answer, just glared at the two of them. Parker sighed and waited for the chewing out he knew was coming. Josh didn’t look very happy at the moment.

“Is there something going on here, guys?” he asked.

Parker sighed again as Grayson moved to lean against the sliding glass door.
Here we go.

“After the last assignment I was on, I have no right to say anything at all, but…you both do realize she will be given a whole new identity once this is over? No one testifies against the mob and returns to a normal life.”

“We know that,” Parker said.

Josh looked at Grayson, who nodded but didn’t say anything. Josh shook his head tiredly. “Man, the sexual harassment issues that could come from this. You both could lose your jobs if something went wrong and she decided to sing like a canary about your time together.”

“We know that,” Grayson said softly. “We know what we’re doing, Josh. And so does she.”

“All right,” he said. “I know you guys. I know you’re not assholes with women. Just be careful.”

They both nodded.

“I need to get the hell out of here and get home.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” Parker asked. “We can get word to your dad.” Worry for his friend tightened his chest. He’d never seen Josh look so…old.

“I seriously considered it until I saw what was going on here.” He grinned and shook his head. “I don’t feel like being the fourth wheel.”

Parker snickered.

“I’ll be around for a couple more days if you need me.” He waved his hand toward the waterfall and the surrounding trees. “As nice as this spot is—”

“I know,” Grayson interrupted. “We plan on moving around.”

Josh gave a nod and touched his finger to his forehead. “Good. Gotta think smart, boys. Not just think with your dicks.”

“Funny,” Parker snarled, making Josh grin.

“Later, guys,” Josh called as he carefully climbed down to the fishing boat and headed out to the main channel.

Grayson watched the boat disappear. The setting sun began to paint the sky with hues of pink and purple. It would be dark soon. The lake was quiet as most boaters headed home. “I’m worried about him. Josh doesn’t look good.”

“Three weeks ago he was lying in a hospital with his chest wide open. The man died on the operating table twice. I’m amazed he looks as good as he does.” Parker sighed as he too watched the boat disappear. “But yeah, I’m a little worried about him also. Maybe this idea of Mom’s is a good one. Get him away from the job for a while. And he knows how to remodel a house. Look at what he did with that house he has in Washington.”

“True,” Grayson said.

The sliding glass door eased open, and Cheyenne hesitantly stuck her head out the door. “Everything okay?”

Parker turned around and cupped her cheek. “Everything’s fine.”

Worry still clouded her eyes. Parker didn’t believe for a second that Cheyenne would turn on them and file a complaint. He believed she truly cared for them, but he also understood her concerns. As well as Josh’s. If they had a shot at a future, then he and Grayson would have to start over too. Would they all be okay with that? Or would they eventually resent each other?

“Are you sure? You wouldn’t keep me in the dark, right?”

“Everything’s good,” Parker replied. “I promise. Josh wanted to talk to us about moving around and not staying in one spot.”

“Sounds smart,” she said, but the worry never fully went away.

Grayson pushed away from the sliding glass door. “What do you say the three of us find something to watch on TV and relax for a while?”

She nodded and turned to head back into the boat. “That would be good.”

Parker and Grayson shared a half smile as they followed her into the living area. Grayson checked the locks while Parker made everyone hot tea.

“Find us something good, Doc,” Parker said as he set a cup down on the counter for Grayson and then walked over to sit by Cheyenne on the couch.

She took the cup from him as she scrolled through the TV guide channel. “How about
The Big Bang Theory
?” she asked. “I could use something funny at the moment.”

“I like that show,” Grayson said as he came over and sat on the other side of Cheyenne.

Parker watched as she glanced at both of them before slowly leaning forward to set the remote on the coffee table. She sat back and took a sip of her tea, her brow creased in a frown.

He’d come to know that look. She was worried about something. And that something was probably not the mob. “Out with it, Doc,” Parker commanded.

She swallowed her sip of tea and tried her best to look innocent. “Out with what?”

“I know that look. What’s going on?”

She sighed and rested the warm cup against the leg. “Okay. I’m just going to say it. How do I… How do I show one of you attention without hurting the other’s feelings?”

Parker shared a surprised look with his cousin over Cheyenne’s head.

“Um,” Grayson said with a slight frown. “You’re going to have to elaborate a little more on this one, sweetheart.”

“Well, like…” She sighed, and her face flushed pink. “Okay, sex for example. I know you like to watch, so I get what we did in the car, but what about everyday stuff? What if I leaned against one of you to cuddle while we watched TV or vice versa, would it bother the other one?”

“Ah,” Parker said with a grin. “And no.”

“It might if you gravitated to the same one all the time,” Grayson added. “But in general, no.”

She waved her finger between the two of them. “So switch back and forth?”

Parker pursed his lips and gave a nod. “Yeah.”

She bit her lip but didn’t move.

Grayson snickered. “Let me make this easy for you, sweetheart.” He stretched his arm along the back of the couch and patted his shoulder. “Come here.”

Cheyenne gave him a shy smile and curled her body next to his, her cheek against his chest. She bent her knees and brought her feet up on the couch as her arm wrapped around Grayson’s stomach. Grayson took her teacup and set it on the end table beside his own, while Parker gently stroked his palm over her knee.

She smiled at him, and he winked. She looked good nestled between the two of them.

When Cheyenne and Grayson began watching the show, Parker tried to imagine what sort of future the three of them might have. A life of constantly looking over his shoulder wasn’t all that appealing, but the idea of a future without her smile didn’t sit well either. They were going to have to do some serious talking to try and work this out. All of them.

He rested his hand on her thigh and gently stroked her knee with the pad of his thumb. Her skin was warm and soft under his touch, reminding him of how good she’d felt in his arms earlier and how much he wanted her again.

He thought about sliding his hand under the skirt of her sundress. His fingers itched to slide through the cream that coated her pussy lips. It was too soon for him and Grayson to both be inside her. She was probably still sore, especially since she wasn’t used to that. But that didn’t mean he and his cousin couldn’t spend the evening taking turns or even one taking her mouth.

Hell, just thinking about her mouth around him like it had been this morning had his cock thickening.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her thigh, inhaled the sweet scent that clung to her skin. She touched his hair and smiled at him as he sat back up. With a pat to her knee, he turned his attention to the television. For now.

CHEYENNE HAD SPENT the last forty minutes or so trying to think of anything other than sex. No matter what, her thoughts always went back to the two men guarding her, the two men on either side of her as they sat on the couch.

More than once she’d thought about instigating something, then changed her mind. What would they think of her if she did? Neither had really made a move. Other than Parker’s kiss to her thigh, neither had done anything that was even remotely sexual.

Shouldn’t she get all the great sex she could before having to start a new life?

And where would her new life be? Somewhere tropical? Cold? In the middle of nowhere, or was it easier to disappear in a massive crowd?

In truth, she liked small towns the best. But would she have a choice? She slanted a glance toward Parker. “Will I get to pick where I go?” she asked.

“What?” he asked.

“When this is over,” she replied.

“Probably.”

She gave a nod and sighed, snuggling closer to Grayson’s warm chest. Grayson brought his hand up and ran his fingers over the arm that rested across his stomach. The soft touch made goose bumps rise along her skin.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Grayson murmured.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered, and Grayson placed a kiss on the back of her head. “Sometimes the thought of starting over is exciting, and sometimes it’s flat-out scary.”

“I know,” Parker said as he slowly slid his palm up her thigh.

He moved it down to her knee before turning and sliding back up again. Cheyenne resisted the urge to squirm as his touch stopped at the hem of her short sundress. She wanted him to keep going.

As though he read her mind, he pushed under the hem and over her hip. Cheyenne sighed softly and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm hand as it feathered over her flesh.

“You have such a nice ass,” Parker said as he brushed his fingers over her bare hip.

There was something so sexy about being bare under her skirt, knowing they could lift it at any time and take her. Just like earlier when Grayson had bent her over the dining table. God, that had been so hot, and she’d been so turned on. Thinking about made her heart skip a beat in anticipation.

Parker pushed her skirt up, exposing her ass. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the side, then in the crease where her hip met her leg. Cheyenne bit her lip, trying to remain still. She was ready to roll to her back and scream,
Take me, fuck me, make me come. Please.

It never failed to amaze her how hot they could get her and so damn fast.

Grayson slid his fingers along her arm, up and over her shoulder. He grasped her chin and tipped it up, forcing her to meet his sultry gaze. The lust she saw shining in his eyes made her shiver.

She watched his face as he leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss. Grayson’s kiss was so different from Parker’s. Grayson’s was soft where Parker’s was dominant. Both were hot. Both were impossible to resist.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Grayson brushed his lips back and forth over Cheyenne’s, teasing her mouth. Cheyenne parted her lips in invitation, moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue toying with hers.

Parker continued his slow kisses over her hip and thigh. She wiggled, moving her breasts against Grayson’s chest. The pressure on her aching mounds felt so good.

Grayson broke the kiss and lifted his head. Cheyenne moaned her disappointment, then squealed as Parker grabbed her hips and slid her down toward him.

“Roll over, Doc. On your back,” he commanded.

Cheyenne did as he ordered, with her head resting against Grayson’s thighs.

Parker rose to his knees on the couch and positioned her feet on either side of him. With his hands at the back of her knees, he pulled them up. “There we go,” he murmured as he absently slid his hands down her thighs.

She shivered at the look in his eyes. The way he stared at her, as though he could devour every inch of her, made her feel hot all over. “Now I can get to you better,” he whispered.

Cheyenne watched as he dipped his head and placed a kiss on the inside of her knee. He moved his warm lips forward, alternating between the inside of one thigh and the other. With every touch of his mouth to her skin, she drew in a shuddering breath.

The material of her dress rubbed over her hard nipples, making her wish it was Grayson’s hands instead.

She tilted her head back and looked up at Grayson. He used his fingers to brush the hair from her face, his gaze intently watching. He undid the top buttons of her dress, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. He pushed the material out of the way and traced the edge of her bra with his fingers.

Her back arched automatically, shoving her breasts toward his hand. Grayson’s lips twitched as he rubbed his thumb over the peak of her breasts through the material of her bra. Oh, why hadn’t she left her bra off!

Cheyenne closed her eyes, savoring the feel of Parker’s mouth as it inched ever closer to her core. His slow exploration was driving her insane. With a lift of her hips, she tried to drive him forward, desperate to feel his touch on that spot that throbbed between her legs.

Grayson pushed his hand into the cup of her bra, forcing it down and freeing her breast. His hand was warm as he cupped her, massaging her mound and sending hot currents of lust straight to her womb.

“Mmm,” she hummed, then hissed, “oh yes,” as Parker’s mouth hovered over her clit.

Parker spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and blew softly against her clit. Cheyenne lifted her hips, her breath now coming out as shallow pants of need. Desperate need that had her moaning. Parker nipped at her labia, first one side, then the other. Cheyenne groaned in frustration as he deliberately avoided her swollen nub. He worked his tongue in slow circles around her opening. Cheyenne nearly shouted as everything inside her struggled toward release.