Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel (13 page)

It pushed her onward, compelling her to slide her lips over the cockhead, taking it inside. A peek up at Rogan, then Ethan, made her envision how she looked just now—how daringly obscene. But she
liked
looking that way for them—that was part of this, part of opening herself up to such extreme intimacies. Both men let out deep sighs, sounds of approval, spurring her on, and she let them—she took more of Rogan’s cock into the depths of her mouth, inch by hard, filling inch.

Ethan’s stimulation of her clit had slowed, even stilled at points, but now it increased again. She whimpered around Rogan’s cock, which seemed to excite them both further even as she began to thrust her cunt against Ethan’s plunges inside her. Soon Rogan began to gently fuck her mouth—and though she knew the instant urge to maintain a sense of control in such a position, at the same time it only increased her arousal.

Lord, had anything ever felt so raw and satisfying as having two men inside her at once? Had anything ever felt so freeing even as she relinquished a big part of her control? It was as if they both literally pumped pleasure into her body, as if pleasure were a tangible thing.

She gave herself over to it completely, simply following her physical cravings. The silence that had filled the air when Rogan turned off the engine had now been replaced by a chorus of hot sighs and moans.
This
was what Ethan had been talking about this morning—she completely understood that now. Last night had truly been like a breaking-in period, a time of letting her adjust to being touched by both of them at once, of being watched by them both, as well. But
this, this
went far beyond that.

As Ethan’s deft touches to her clit vibrated through her whole being, her pleasure rose higher and higher, finally reaching that pivotal moment when she knew orgasm was on the horizon. Feeling almost like some feral animal now, she moaned frantically around Rogan’s thick length, rocking her pelvis madly against Ethan’s thumb and cock. When finally the climax broke, she released the phallus from her mouth in order to cry out as the waves of ecstasy tumbled through her body over and over and over.

“Aw God—me, too,” Ethan growled, then grabbed her hips and pounded into her relentlessly hard as he came.

She heard herself muttering, “Oh God,” too, again and again, as he rammed into her most sensitive flesh, the timing of his orgasm almost extending her own—she felt his pummeling more than usual. Or maybe he was doing it harder than usual. Who knew? Who cared?

When it was done, both were left panting from exhaustion. She realized her hands were on her own breasts. They looked at each other. “You’re fucking perfect,” he told her, low, deep, between rough breaths.

And then Rogan said, “Now it’s my turn in that hot little cunt.”

She only sighed in response, but inside found herself happily thinking,
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Because she wanted still more. Wanted all she could get. All they could give her.

When Ethan pulled out of her, she instantly missed being filled up that way, but she kept her legs spread wide, ready for Rogan to replace him. She
was
a feral animal now. Transition complete.

He wasted no time stepping between her legs, clamping on to her ass, and thrusting inside her. “This isn’t gonna take long,” he warned her. And that almost disappointed her, but then she forgot all about it as the sensation of being filled up again took over.

She cried out at each stroke he drove into her, her body still eager for more. He plunged into her so hard that she found herself gripping the edge of the cushion beneath her on one side and the boat’s railing on the other.

And then Ethan was kneeling next to her, simply caressing her stomach, adding his touch to the mix. And she shifted her eyes to his, and even as Rogan fucked her hard, hard, hard, her gaze locked on Ethan’s, and—oh, God, yes—she again experienced that almost startling intimacy with him. That was part of what he’d wanted, she remembered, part of what he’d promised her this would bring. And though it all got mightily confusing in the moments she allowed herself to examine it, right now the bond between them felt deep and pure and indisputable. He was gazing into her eyes as another man fucked her, his face all heat and tenderness, lust and love, and what could be more profoundly intimate than that?

“Jesus,
now
,” Rogan rasped above her, then rammed into her harder still, both of them calling out as he came in her.

And then there was stillness. More silence, except for Rogan’s labored breath as he tipped back his head, clearly spent—then he pulled out of her to lean back on his ass, resting against the driver’s side windshield.

She looked back at Ethan and whispered, “I love you.”

He bent down to lower one gentle kiss to her belly. “I love you, too. You’re gorgeous. And incredible.” Then he delivered another to the tip of her breast. “Thank you for trusting me on this. Opening yourself to this.” Clearly she wasn’t the only one who felt the difference in her approach today.

“Kiss me,” she said in reply, and so he did.

Until Rogan said, “Um, hello. I’m here, too.”

Which broke their kiss and made them all laugh. “And who are you again?” Ethan said on a chuckle.

And Rogan answered, “I’m the guy who just helped you give her what she really wanted. Two cocks at once.”

Okay, that made
three
of them who knew today was different. And leave it to Rogan to be so blunt and just put it out there like that. She didn’t mind, but at the same time, on the heels of such intensity, now that she was coming back to herself, feeling a little bit normal again, it made her blush—the heat of the sun might be brightening her skin, too, but she felt her cheeks flush in a way that came from inside.

Seeing her reaction, Rogan simply nudged her leg with his foot and cast one of his typical bad boy grins. “Come on, babe—don’t go back into that shell
now
. Just say it. Say you wanted two cocks.”

She found herself glancing back and forth between them, smiling even amid the slight return of a little embarrassment. He was right. If she was going to do this, if she was going to be this woman this weekend, there was no reason not be honest about it. “I wanted two cocks,” she said.

And to her utter shock, just saying it, just being as forthright as Rogan had been, made her feel … wow, even a little freer.

Free enough, in fact, to go on. “And I loved it,” she told them. “And I’m going to want two cocks again tonight, and probably tomorrow, too. So all I can say is … you two better rest up.”

Chapter 8

S
he loved having stunned them. And clearly, from their expressions, that’s exactly what she’d done. It even made her laugh out loud. “You guys look surprised,” she taunted.

Of course, from the expression on Ethan’s face, it had an additional—but entirely favorable—effect on him, too. “Damn, honey, besides shocking the hell out of me, I think you just gave me another hard-on.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Well, mister, I’m afraid that’ll have to wait, because no matter
what
I loved, I need a break. Maybe some lunch. Need to get my strength back. You two wore me out.”

Rogan’s eyes twinkled beneath the sun. “Bet you never had a better time getting worn out, though, did ya?”

She met his mischievous grin, returning a playful look of her own. “Probably not. Now somebody get me some tissues or napkins or something,” she said, giggling a bit more—because no matter how hot it had been, there were practical matters to deal with before she could get her bikini back in place.

A few minutes later she’d tidied up, tied her bikini bottoms back on, and reapplied sunscreen where needed, adding some to her face, which Ethan had never reached the first time around. She was busy readjusting her triangle top when Rogan, who had risen to get beers and the soda she’d requested, suggested, “Why not just take the top
off
?”

She raised her eyebrows, meeting his gaze across the space that separated them. “Um, because someone might see me? We’re in public, you know.”

He just shrugged. “The lake is big. You noticed any other boats close enough to see what you’re wearing?”

Sitting near the back of the vessel, pulling sandwiches and a large bag of chips from the picnic basket, Ethan laughed. “Yeah, maybe
all
the girls boating around the lake have their tops off today and we just don’t know it. And besides, if someone were to see, they’d just think you’re gorgeous and that we’re lucky, that’s all.”

Now her questioning look was for
him
. “You wouldn’t care if someone saw me topless? I mean, Rogan is one thing, under these particular circumstances. But
YOU
wouldn’t care if somebody else came along?”

And now, to her surprise,
he
was the one shrugging. “Well, I wouldn’t want my grandpa to see. Or a bunch of little kids or anything. But let’s just say … I’m feeling kind of easygoing and generous about that right now. It just … wouldn’t bug me the way it normally might, I guess.” Then he tilted his head, gave her a wink. “Your call—whatever you like. Just seems like a weekend for … being carefree.”

“You mean naughty,” she corrected him with a smile.

“They’re only boobs, honey,” he said, his grin teasing her. “Damn pretty ones, but still only boobs. I, for one, would enjoy the view if you want to take your top off. But like I said, no pressure—whatever you want.”

“I, on the other hand,” Rogan added, “am applying pressure. Take your top off. I want to see ’em all damn day, every time I look at you.” He ended with a wink of his own, which she felt squarely between her legs.

So Mira thought about it for a minute. Any other time in her life, she just wasn’t the sort of woman who would be comfortable with this idea. And yet they both made good arguments. This weekend was about rule breaking, wasn’t it? About stepping outside her comfort zone? And as she reached behind her neck to untie the top, she realized even just this, being bold enough to sit topless on a boat in broad daylight, would bring still more of that new feeling of freedom Ethan and Rogan were inspiring in her.

Of course, if any other boats did come near, she would be scurrying to get the triangles back in place before anyone could see. But for now, she took a private, forbidden bit of pleasure in tossing the bikini top aside.

I
t surprised Mira to discover an even deeper sense of freedom merely by doing what they’d suggested. To lounge on the boat, talking and eating lunch while wearing only her bikini bottoms made her feel … confident, above worry, like a woman without inhibitions. And afterward, when she lay on her back, knees bent, on a padded platform at the boat’s rear, quietly sunbathing, she felt almost … exotic, cosmopolitan—like some sexy, sophisticated woman who hadn’t a care about what anyone thought.

She also spent that time basking in the memories of what had just taken place. It had been the most exhilarating thing she’d ever experienced. She’d always been a woman who needed to care about the man she was with in order to enjoy sex, but today she was discovering that … sometimes, when you cared for and trusted who you were with, the sex didn’t always have to be
about
the caring. Sometimes the sex could just be about the sex. She still didn’t think she could fuck a man she didn’t know well and feel comfortable with, but the abandon she’d experienced with Ethan and Rogan together went beyond any other sexual encounter of her life. She’d had plenty of good sex before, and even
great
sex, but this had skyrocketed beyond measure. There’d been times when she’d forgotten to think, forgotten who she was, forgotten everything but how her body felt in that moment.

Will I still be this free, exotic, confident person after this weekend is over? Or will that part be as temporary as this liaison itself? And now that I’ve had this … what will my sex life with Ethan be like afterward?
It would be good, yes, she knew that, but … would she always yearn for two cocks now? Would she yearn for more of this freedom? Would Ethan ever suggest doing this again? With Rogan? With someone else? Would
she
be bold enough to suggest it if she wanted it? Or would she return to being the classy, respectable woman with boundaries she’d always been up until now, the person who, like it or not, did care a little—or maybe even a lot—what people thought of her.

Is it possible to be both ways? Can a woman be both respectable and free? Classy and wild at once?

She wasn’t sure. But she decided to stop thinking about it. After all, wasn’t that her goal for the rest of her time here at the cabin, and wasn’t that what had allowed her to lose herself in the pleasure of this?
So stop analyzing. Even this part of it. Just let yourself be carefree now, like Ethan said.

“I’m about ready to try some skiing, dude,” Rogan announced then.

And she turned her head to flash an incredulous look just as Ethan said, “You’re crazy, man.” Yes, they’d discovered skiing equipment on the boat, but taking a dip in chilly Lake Superior wasn’t for the faint of heart. Granted, Michigan’s upper peninsula coast would be among the warmer spots on the great lake, but even with unseasonably warm temperatures in the eighties this past week, the water would still be frigid.

“Maybe, but life is short,” he said.

Ethan just shrugged, laughed. “Whatever, bud. If that’s what you really want to do, then we’ll do it.”

A few minutes later, Ethan had hooked up the ski rope and Rogan had pulled out a set of skis and donned a bright yellow life jacket. Dropping off the side, he bobbed in the water, shaking the wetness from his hair with a “Holy fuck, that’s cold.”

Ethan chuckled and Mira smiled over the side to say, “You can always get back on the boat. Nice and warm up here, you know.”

He grinned in return. “Nah, babe, not my style,” he said even as he battled a shiver. “You should know that. If I say I’m gonna do something, I do it.”

“Even when you shouldn’t,” she pointed out.