Rough Justice (10 page)

Pulling into the driveway, he wasn’t surprise to see the sheriff’s vehicle. Soto wouldn’t put a cap in his ass or bludgeon him with a baton. Jay belonged here. So did Ivan.

Predawn glow basked the house in welcoming light. God, coming home felt good…as good as knowing the two people inside had worried about him, waited for him, wanted him.

Jay slid the key into the lock and entered the quiet house. He didn’t expect anyone to be awake. Roxie wasn’t a morning girl. After dropping his duffle bag in the hall, he made his way to the bedroom.

Jay stood in the doorway and smiled. Roxie wasn’t moaning, but Ivan was snoring. When he’d spoken with her a few hours ago on the cell, she’d said Ivan would probably be able to sleep now that they knew he was safe. Roxie lay on her side, curled against Ivan, her black hair draped like a curtain over his bare chest. Her hand was pillowed under her cheek.

Jay tugged his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He toed off his sneakers then stripped out of his jeans. Once he was naked, he slowly stroked his cock. The heated crown pulsed. The erect shaft hardened further. Moisture seeped from the tip and his balls tingled.

Lifting the covers, he slipped beneath the sheet. He moved close to Roxie. Her body heat and the soft fragrance of her perfume surrounded him, making his stomach tighten.

“Rox.” He gently caressed her hip then palmed her buttocks.

She moaned, shifted and stretched. “Honey, you’re home.” She turned to him.

Jay threaded his fingers through her hair, cupped her head and pulled her face close to his. “I missed you.” He sipped her lips. “And I missed the fuzz.”

Roxie giggled. “Ivan’s too masculine to be called ‘the fuzz’.”

“Rough Justice?”

“Mmm. I like that.”

“You like it all.”

“No—you and Ivan are all I need.” She touched his cheek. Her fingers were soft against his stubbled jaw. “We missed you too. Both of us.” She pulled his mouth back to hers.

Jay parted her lips, probed the hot cavern of her mouth. She tasted of sex and woman…of Ivan. Jay growled, pulling her close and reaching around to her ass. His knuckles brushed against Ivan, who jerked.

Jay broke the kiss and leaned up on his elbow. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“‘Rough justice’, huh?” Ivan glanced down at Roxie sandwiched between them.

She laughed softly. “You heard.”

“Yes and I’m definitely
up
.” With the flick of a wrist, he tossed the warm, wrinkled sheet to the end of the bed.

Jay swallowed. His mouth watered at the vision of his own cock at Roxie’s shaved pussy and Ivan’s rod aligned with the cleft of her ass. She wriggled between them.

Ivan scooted forward. His eyes locked with Jay’s—then he put his large hand on Jay’s hip.

Spreading his fingers, Ivan gripped tighter. Jay’s heart pounded. This was the first time Ivan had intentionally touched him.

Heated blood surged through his body, rushing into his cock. Keeping his eyes locked with Ivan’s, he reached over Roxie’s waist. His fingers stilled on Ivan’s waist then with a feral intensity, he grasped his flesh and pulled him closer to Rox. Smooth, soft flesh against rough male. Roxie’s breasts crushed into his chest and her quick, shallow breaths blew against his skin.

Perfectly positioned, Roxie’s cunt warmed his shaft with its wet heat. Ivan kissed her shoulder and undulated his hips, working his engorged shaft between her lithe thighs.

The heady scent of arousal permeated the air. Roxie rested her arm along Ivan’s side. Jay linked their fingers and together they stroked Ivan’s hip and upper thigh. Hands touched. His. Hers. His.

Jay plundered her mouth, delving deep into her moist kiss. Sucking, tasting and sliding his tongue against hers.

Roxie moaned, broke the kiss and arched her back. “Yes.”

Ivan grasped her hip. Jay reached between Roxie’s legs. “Open for me, Rox,” he said. She shifted her legs and he spread her smooth pussy lips, tracing her drenched folds with the tip of his finger.

Ivan’s cock nudged his fingers. He spread her wider and Ivan’s dick slid deep.

“Holy shit.” Roxie closed her eyes and laughed. Jay grazed her clit with his thumb while Ivan pistoned his hips, cramming her full of his cock.

Roxie moaned. Gasping for breath, she clutched Jay’s shoulder and hooked a leg over his hip.

“Are you going to come?” Jay’s fingers moved faster. Cream coated his hand. In the frenzied movements, he also touched Ivan’s shaft. But it didn’t matter. They were pleasing themselves…pleasing each other. Weeks of being together, both in and out of bed, built to this moment. Inhibitions were shed. Preconceived ideals of what was and wasn’t acceptable melted away. This was what worked for them. Man, woman, man.

“I need inside.” Jay’s balls throbbed but it was his mind, his emotions, his desire for both Rox and Ivan that needed to be pleased.

Jay rolled to his back and Ivan slipped from Roxie. She straddled Jay’s hips, poised over his straining cock, then slid down his pole until he was completely gloved in her slick, hot sheath.

Jay held her hips as she rocked. Lifting, lowering, riding him hard…rough, just the way he liked. Her nails clawed his chest. Moans rolled from her throat on each down thrust as he stretched and filled her.

Ivan leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. Her rocking slowed and Ivan was able to lave her taut nipple. Then he sucked hard on the nipple and her vaginal walls clenched.

“Ah fuck.” Jay slid his hand between them and massaged her clit with his fingertip. Ivan continued to suck her breast. One and then the other.

“Ivan,” she gasped. “I need you both.”

Jay stilled. She was right. Together they were complete.

She wrapped her fingers around the back of Ivan’s neck and jerked him forward. Lips crushed lips. She ravished his mouth. “Fuck me, Ivan. Fuck both of us.”

Ivan got off the bed and went to the nightstand for the lube. Roxie might be drenched in her own juices, but if she was going to take them both, he’d be sure his slide into her beautiful ass was smooth.

Ivan wasn’t sure how well this would work. He only knew he had to be in her…with Jay. Ivan had already realized he was falling in love with Roxie. What he hadn’t been able to admit to were his feelings for Jay. After fearing for Jay’s safety and then finding out he was safe, Ivan couldn’t fear…
this
. Regardless of why or how, a bond existed between the three of them. There was no going back.

Jay sat up, gripped her firmly by the buttocks and scooted off the bed. He stood and Roxie moaned as she sank fully onto his shaft, impaled to the base. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms circled his shoulders.

Jay chuckled and bounced her a few times.

“Oh god, don’t make me come until Ivan is with us.”

Jay leaned against the dresser. Gripping Roxie’s firm globes, he spread her cheeks apart. Ivan maneuvered behind her. Looking into the mirror behind Jay, he could see her face. With the shift of his eyes, his gaze locked with Jay’s.

Jay smiled. “She belongs to both of us.”

Ivan met her eyes in the mirror. “I think we belong to her.” He squirted lube into his palm and stroked his shaft. The large head glistened. Deep purple veins tracking through the shaft pulsed with surging blood. He was stiff and ready. He held his shaft, bent his knees and pressed the mushroom crown against her tight rosette.

“Oh fuck.” She inhaled sharply.

“Tell me to stop.” Ivan paused.

“Stop and I’ll beat you bloody with your nightstick!”

Jay chuckled. “Our sweet-tempered, docile Rox.”

Ivan eased in another inch. Her body was like a vise around his shaft. The part he expected, yet hadn’t realized would be so erotic, was the pressure of Jay’s shaft filling her pussy while he pushed into her rectum.

They stuffed her, stretched her, occupied her body until there was nothing left to do but move. Ivan gripped her by the thighs, rested his forehead against her spine and slowly retracted, reveling in the erotic torture of her rim squeezing along the hard length of his prick. Then he impaled her again. Faster, deeper, slamming into her until his balls crashed against Jay’s.

Roxie cried out. Beyond a moan—a wail of pleasure pierced the air. Jay captured her mouth in a kiss while Ivan devoured the musky, sweet skin of her neck. Sucking and then licking while he and Jay lifted and lowered her onto their lengths. Jay pulled her ass cheeks apart and Ivan steadied her. Pumping into her, his cock slick with cream, Ivan savored the exquisite pressure and rhythmic movement of Jay’s thrusts through the thin separation between her rectum and her pussy.

Speed increased. He glanced into the mirror. Roxie’s cheeks were flushed. Her copper eyes sparkled. Breathy pants escaped her slightly parted lips. Her breasts jiggled and bounced. Jay’s eyes were closed and his jaw clenched. Muscles in Jay’s torso rippled and his cabled arms worked in tandem with Ivan’s, bringing shared pleasure.

Roxie’s knuckles whitened as she gripped Jay’s shoulders. Her head fell back against Ivan’s chest and her body broke into orgasmic convulsions. Moans built, growing louder. Spasms clenched her inner walls.

Oh fuck. Ivan couldn’t hold on. “I’m going to come,” he growled, pummeled into her, his cock stabbing into her ass.

“Then we’ll all come together.” Jay worked like a machine, a piston raising her up and slamming her down in a fierce frenzy.

Ivan roared. His shaft hardened, lengthened then ejaculated. Hot come spurt from his cock. Blood drained from his head and he felt dizzy.

Jay simultaneously erupted. Wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Roxie trembled and collapsed against Jay’s chest.

Ivan gasped for breath and slipped from her body. He didn’t walk away but pressed closer and pivoted around so that he could claim her lips. Tongues tangled. Hot and wet and demanding.

“Hey, we’re in this together.” Jay cupped Roxie’s cheek, turned her face away from Ivan and claimed her mouth.

Roxie reached out blindly, grabbed Ivan by the ear and tugged his face closer. “You’ve both fucked me, now you can both kiss me.” She went from Jay to Ivan and back to Jay. Their mouths shifted, coming closer together. She barely had to move her mouth. They both kissed her. Hot tongues and soft lips.

Jay’s stomach growled and Roxie laughed.

“I guess we worked up an appetite,” she said. “I’m hungry too.”

“Good.” Jay carried her to the bed and dropped her. “You can make breakfast.”

“Why me?”

“Because I drove fourteen hours to come home to you.”

“I agree with Jay.” Ivan crossed his arms over his chest. “Since it’s two to one, you should make breakfast.”

“That isn’t fair.”

Ivan cocked an eyebrow. “Nope, it’s what I call a little rough justice.”

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KyAnn Waters lives in Utah with her husband, two children and two dogs. She spends her days writing and her evenings with her family. She enjoys sporting events on the television, thrillers on the big screen, and hot scenes between the pages of her books.

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