Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (20 page)

She was so close. All it would take was one thrust of his finger or one swipe of his tongue to send her screaming toward bliss. Unfortunately, Parker avoided both, and Cheyenne grumbled her disappointment.

Grayson put his hand over her throat and forced her chin up. Cheyenne gasped at the restraining hold, and her eyes went wide with a mixture of trepidation and lust. She stared into blue eyes that practically glowed.

“You’re a hot little piece. Do you know that?” Grayson growled in a voice that made her pussy clench. “I like watching Parker eat your pussy. I like watching you moan and squirm as you get closer to coming.”

Cheyenne swallowed as she realized how much his words turned her on. He leaned down and bit her lower lip. Shivers of delight shimmied down her spine and straight to her wet channel.

“When he’s done with you, I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy,” Grayson whispered.

Parker circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, first stroking one side before moving to the other. Grayson kissed her softly, his lips a complete contrast to the rough tension in his voice and the firm hold he had on her throat.

“Please,” Cheyenne pleaded as she lifted her hips toward Parker’s mouth. “Oh, please.”

“I like that,” Grayson purred. “Beg for it, baby.”

“Please,” she squeaked. “God, please.”

Parker wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Cheyenne screamed as her release slammed through her hard and fast. Parker kept teasing her clit and channel with slow, leisurely strokes of his tongue that had her moaning all over again.

Grayson’s kisses swallowed her moans, leaving her feeling weak and so damn hot. Every muscle in her body quivered; even her pussy ached to feel one of them inside her, stretching her, filling her, fucking her.

Parker slowly moved up her stomach, kissing her through the material of her top. When he reached her breast, he wrapped his lips around the tip and bit down on the sensitive nub. Cheyenne groaned into Grayson’s mouth at the sharp nip of painful pleasure.

Grayson lifted his head, allowing Parker to release her breast and cover her mouth with his own. “I could eat that pussy all night,” he whispered.

Her lips lifted at his words and he smiled. “Or would you rather I slide my dick in there?”

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Yes what?” Parker teased as he opened his jeans with one hand, freeing his shaft.

Cheyenne gripped it, running her fist up and down the long, thick length. Her thumb swiped the head, smearing the precum around the tip. Parker moaned his approval.

“Say it, Doc,” he growled against her mouth. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Damn it, Parker,” she snarled. “Give me your dick. Now.”

She would be shocked later at what she’d just said, but in the heat of the moment, with the tension coiling her body tight, it felt right to talk so dirty.

“Fuck me, Parker. Please.”

Parker sat back on his heels and lifted Cheyenne to a sitting position. She wasted no time climbing onto his lap, straddling his thighs as he fell backward onto the couch. Cheyenne shifted and before she could even take a breath, found herself impaled by his thick shaft.

She threw her head back and moaned as his girth spread her walls, filled her to the point she felt herself stretch tight around him.

Parker grasped her hips and lifted her, allowing himself to straighten his legs out before pushing her back down his length. Cheyenne gasped as he pressed upward with his hips, forcing himself even deeper.

“Oh, yes,” she hissed and rocked her hips forward and back.

She felt the couch sink behind her, but wasn’t coherent enough to know what was happening. Until Parker lifted her off him.

“No,” she whined as he pulled her down for a kiss.

As Parker’s mouth covered hers, Grayson thrust into her pussy from behind. Her eyes flew open, and she screamed into Parker’s kiss as Grayson immediately began to pump into her hard and deep.

Grayson slowed his thrusts and ran his hand over her hip. Cheyenne shivered when he pulled out and rubbed her clit with his head before thrusting back into her.

He spread her ass cheeks and gently circled the opening to her anus with his thumb. Memories of the toy made her insides quiver. She wanted to feel him there. Not a toy, but him. He pressed his thumb into her opening, and she tensed at the soreness.

“Too sore, sweetheart,” Grayson purred and moved his thumb.

He pushed her off him and lowered her hips to Parker’s. She slid down his length easily, moaning as his cock filled her to the hilt.

“Oh, this is hot,” she whispered.

“Like how we take turns?” Parker asked with a grin.

Parker again lifted her off him and allowed Grayson to enter her from behind. The change in position and the way the cocks moved inside her made her whimper.

She could feel her release building—her walls as they quivered around Grayson’s cock. Grayson groaned and thrust deep, grinding himself as he pressed even farther inside her. Cheyenne moaned and worked her hips with his. Two quick, hard thrusts and he lowered her to Parker again.

Parker lifted upward, filling her. Cheyenne gripped the armrest above Parker’s head as her walls began to spasm around him.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as her release tightened her womb.

“Mmm, that’s it, Doc. Come around me. Let me feel your walls suck at my cock.”

Cheyenne closed her eyes and let her release wash over her. Parker quickly followed suit, growling as his own orgasm made his cock twitch and throb inside her.

Before she could even catch her breath, Grayson lifted her off Parker and thrust into her from behind. Cheyenne moaned over and over as Grayson’s thrusts quickly sent her over the edge again. This time she screamed as every inch of her body began to convulse and shake with pleasure.

Grayson came inside her as well, pushing deep as he lost himself to his own pleasure.

She sighed as her arms gave way, and she fell onto Parker’s chest. Grayson held her hips up until he pulled free, then helped her to lower the rest of her body.

He pushed her skirt up and kissed the small of her back. Parker wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath as she listened to the sound of Parker’s racing heart.

“We’ve got to stop fucking you with your clothes on,” Parker murmured.

Cheyenne snorted. “I don’t care. That was amazing.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Parker paced the upper deck of the boat, watching the moonlight play over the black water of the lake. His mind kept returning to Cheyenne, who slept belowdecks with Grayson.

He still wasn’t quite sure how things had gotten so crazy so fast. All he knew was desire for her hit him like a wrecking ball, knocking down his defenses and shattering his common sense.

He hadn’t even bothered to take all her clothes off. Or his for that matter. Although Cheyenne hadn’t seemed to mind, and in truth, he hadn’t either. The whole thing had been pretty damn hot. So hot, in fact, that his cock hardened behind the zipper of his jeans just replaying the whole thing in his mind.

He wanted her again. Now. It seemed the more he had sex with her, the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her, and the stronger that desire became.

Was this what love felt like? Was he falling in love with her? He put his hands on his hips and sighed up at the stars twinkling in the sky.

“Did you do this, Mom?” he asked to no one in particular. “Is she part of this”—he waved his hand through the air—“whatever the hell you and Aunt Sally did to us?”

“Talking to yourself again?”

Parker spun around to see Grayson with one foot on the top stair, his hands braced on the railing on either side of him.

“Where’s Cheyenne?” Parker asked.

“Asleep.”

Parker nodded and ran his hand down his face, wincing at the thick stubble. “What’s going on between us and Cheyenne, Grayson?” he asked.

“I was hoping you would have the answer.”

Parker shook his hand and sighed. “I don’t. I can’t stop thinking about her, can’t stop kissing her, touching her.”

“Fucking her,” Grayson said with a grin as he joined him.

“Funny,” Parker drawled.

“You do realize we took her without condoms.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure she has, though.”

“We should tell her.”

“I agree,” Parker said with a nod. “But it felt right.”

“It did,” Grayson agreed. “Which in itself is—”

“Stranger than shit,” Parker snarled.

“It’s not strange.” Grayson moved over to the table and pulled out a chair to sit down. “If you think about it, this feels like it did for us in the beginning. The feeling of completeness or oneness when we’re together.”

“You know our mothers had something to do with this.”

Grayson shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe they found a way to make sure we ended up with the right woman. After all, have we ever been with a woman when it felt like it did earlier?”

“No.” Parker grabbed a chair as well and dropped into it.

Grayson studied him closely, although Parker wasn’t sure why it was even necessary. Grayson felt all the tension and anxiety Parker did. He always had. They didn’t even have to be in the same city to know what the other was feeling. “You look beat.”

“I feel beat,” Parker replied.

“Why don’t you come downstairs and get some sleep? I think we’re safe here; there’s no need for one of us to be up right now.”

“Maybe.” Parker squeezed his temples briefly. “All this waiting around, wondering when they’ll hit or if they’ll hit. It’s making me crazy.”

“I know.” Grayson stood and gave Parker a slap on the shoulder. “Come on. Get some sleep.”

Parker reluctantly stood and followed Grayson downstairs. They removed their clothes and climbed into bed with Cheyenne, one on either side of her. She snuggled up next to him, her warm body soft next to his. Parker smiled and wrapped his arm around her, holding her closer.

Soon she would get hot and push him away, but for right now, she seemed content to cuddle, so he enjoyed it while he could. Grayson turned to his side and put his hand on Cheyenne’s waist as he leaned forward and kissed the back of her shoulder.

She mumbled something in her sleep, but Parker didn’t catch it. “Sweet dreams, Doc,” he whispered. He doubted he would sleep enough to dream, much less have sweet ones.

* * * *

Cheyenne rolled over in the bed and studied Grayson as he slept on his back. The blanket was down around his waist, leaving his hard chest bare. She ran the tip of her finger between his pecs. The muscles bunched and twitched, making her snicker softly.

Grayson grabbed her hand and held it still over his slowly beating heart. “Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured sleepily. “Did you sleep okay?”

“After the incident on the couch, I slept like a rock.”

Grayson’s lips twitched as he turned his head to look at her. His hair was mussed, his eyes droopy from sleep. Stubble covered his jaw, giving him a rugged look that made her insides quiver. Her initial thought was she wished he would rub that stubble all over her body.

“The incident, huh? Is that what we’re calling it?” Grayson asked with amusement.

She shrugged and grinned. “What else would we call it?”

Grayson arched a brow. “Incredible, perhaps? Amazing? Stupendous?”

“Hmm.” She eyed him skeptically. “All that’s missing is for you to call yourself godly men.”

“Well, the penises speak for themselves.”

As Cheyenne laughed, she dropped her forehead to Grayson’s chest. Smiling, she moved in closer and snuggled with her cheek against his chest. Grayson wrapped his arm around her and held tight.

“Where’s Parker?” she asked softly.

“If the smell of bacon and coffee is any indication, he must be cooking breakfast.”

“It does smell good. We should probably get up and help him.”

“In a minute. I want to talk to you about something.”

She rose on her elbow and looked down at his worried frown. “Is something wrong?”

“I hope not,” Grayson murmured. “Parker and I didn’t use condoms last night.”

“Oh,” she said, then shrugged. “I’ve got one of those implant things so I can’t get pregnant, and since I’m a doctor, I get checked regularly. Catching something in an OR is rare, but needle pricks have been known to happen.”

“Parker and I are good too.”

“Were you worried I would be mad?” she asked.

He reached up and brushed a curl behind her ear. “Yeah. I was.”

“It happens,” she said with a grin. “I like it better without the condoms anyway.”

Grayson’s lips twitched. “Me too.”

“Then it’s settled. No more condoms.” She bent down and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Now that that’s done, the smell of breakfast cooking is making me hungry. Race you to the kitchen.”

Cheyenne jumped off the bed and grabbed the shirt Parker had left on the chair. Throwing it on, she rushed down the hall, laughing, with Grayson close on her heels.

She stepped into the kitchen and headed straight for the Keurig to make a cup of tea. “Need any help?” she asked.

Grayson came up behind her and slapped her on the ass. “You cheated.”

“How did I cheat?” she asked, pretending offense.

Parker chuckled. “I don’t need any help with breakfast, but…” His gaze roamed down, then back up her body. “Nice shirt.”

She looked down, noticing how the material barely covered the top of her thighs. “Guess I should’ve made sure it would cover me better.”

Parker grinned. “It looks good just the way it is, Doc. Although, if you could turn around and bend over…”

She reached out and slapped his shoulder. “Stop. You’ll delay breakfast, and I’m starving.”

He and Grayson shared a smile as she moved to sit at the table.

“Want to fix our plates and eat upstairs?” Parker asked. “It’s a beautiful morning.”

“That sounds good. After that, shouldn’t we go somewhere else?”

“We will,” Grayson replied. “There’re lots of secluded coves on this lake, so it should be easy to find another spot.”

Cheyenne sat back and watched as the two men worked together in the kitchen. They walked around one another as though they knew exactly what the other was about to do. It was almost like they could read each other. They brought new meaning to the word
close
. Now that she thought about it, their closeness did, at times, seem a bit weird. But she’d never had close family members like that, so what did she know? Maybe families were that close.