ChasingSin (2 page)

Kate pushed past where Snyder stood on the side of the road,
and he rubbed his hands over his shaven head as he let out a breath. His heart
rate was just settling back into a normal pace, his body alive from the flood
of adrenaline the danger had brought on. It wasn’t the first time they’d ever had
a near miss with a tornado, and given their affinity for storm chasing, he
doubted it would be the last.

All three of them lived for this kind of thing.

Tripp came around the front of the truck and pulled him into
a tight hug, his lips brushing over the side of his neck. The touch was enough
for the last of the adrenaline to burn off and Snyder smiled as he pulled away.

“She may be pissed at us, but at least we’re here to be
pissed at in the first place. Got your phone on you?” When he nodded, Snyder
continued. “Put in a call to the local authorities. I don’t see any cars, but
that doesn’t mean anything. They could have a storm cellar around back. Let’s
see if anyone needs help.”

That was always the downside of choosing this kind of work.
Storms such as the one they’d just experienced were a daily part of life.
Devastation could happen in just a matter of seconds. But that was why he, and
the entire team, chased storms. Every bit of data, every tornado they captured
on film during an intercept, made them that much closer to extending out the
warning times for the states in Tornado Alley. There was no way to avoid the
large, rotating mesocyclone clouds that dropped tornadoes, but every second
they gained would be a vast improvement.

Those seconds could be the difference between life and
death.

Three hours later, Snyder pulled the truck into an open
parking spot in front of a hotel where they’d rented some rooms before heading
out on the chase. Kate climbed over Tripp as soon as the locks disengaged and
pushed out of the cab. She rounded on them, her eyes bright with anger as she
waited.

“Looks as if she’s itching for a fight.” She’d been quiet
the entire ride and had barely spoken to them as they’d watched a wrecking crew
dislodge her Jeep from the house. The vehicle was a total loss, and now they
were down a chase vehicle.

Even if the car wasn’t salvageable, Snyder hoped Kate
learned a valuable lesson. Considering the glare being shot his way right now,
he doubted it. “You think? Better to get this over with now than face it
tomorrow while we’re out on the road again. She’ll get on a roll cussing us out
and get pissed when she misses a tornado.”

Tripp followed Snyder out and locked the truck. Kate flew at
them in a blur, but he managed to reach out and snag her arm before she landed
a punch. The glare of her clear gray eyes rivaled the most violent of storms,
but didn’t faze Snyder. He’d already been on her bad side once today, no point
in trying to avoid it again.

“I don’t want to see either of you in the field again. Got
that?”

The events of earlier had finally come to a head and Snyder
allowed his own emotions to spill over. “Jesus Christ, where was your head back
there?”

“You could have gotten yourself killed,” Tripp added,
annoyance evident in the statement.

Kate snorted. “You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?
Eliminate some of your competition.”

“Colleague,” Snyder corrected as he pointed at her. “We’re
all out there risking our asses for the same reason. There is no competition
when it comes right down to it and you know it.”

Her eyes flared with heat. “Bullshit. This is just some game
for you two. Some way for you guys to pass the time waiting for the next
hurricane season to blow in. This is my turf, my show on the ground. If you’re
not going to let me do my job, neither of you have any business behind the
wheel of a chase vehicle.” She pushed into Snyder, jabbing her finger into his
chest to emphasis her words.

Getting her to see the voice of reason would be impossible,
but he was hardheaded enough to push the issue. If he didn’t, he was afraid
they’d lose her. Easing his posture, he clasped her finger, turning her hand so
he could weave his fingers through hers.

“Kate, stop it. Think about what you just did. The risks you
took just to get the shot. You nearly hit us twice because you were barreling
along at a high rate of speed. It wasn’t just your life on the line, it was all
three of ours. You have no right to take those kinds of chances.”

A scowl darkened her pretty features and told Snyder he
hadn’t made a dent.

“If you two have lost your nerve, then stay out of my way.”
Tripp intercepted Kate as she pushed away from Snyder. “Let go of me.”

“Not if you’re going to keep putting yourself in extreme
danger like you just did. That was uncalled for and you know it.”

“It’s my business what I do. This is my research.
My life
.”

Snyder stepped next to Tripp, barring her from leaving. He
purposefully kept his voice smooth and calm in an effort to erase some of her
ire. “There’s a distinct difference between science and being reckless. You’re
being unreasonable right now, and until you get your head out of your ass,
you’re not going anywhere.”

“You’re a prick,” she shot back, the words scorching his
soul as they knifed through it. “Both of you.”

He folded his arms and refused to move despite her steely
glare. They’d faced worse storms than her. “So we’ve been told.” When she
huffed out a breath and turned her face away to stare out at the horizon, he’d
finally had enough. His arms lowered, his hands skimming against her back.

Tripp reached up and brushed her dirt-encrusted hair out of
her face. “Why do you do this to yourself, Kate? Just to prove something?
Everyone knows you’re the best out in the field. Stop trying to kill yourself.”

“The only point you’ll prove is we’ll have a grave to stand
over instead of chasing the storms,” Snyder added.

“Why do you two care what I do?” Frustration saturated her
voice and it broke Snyder’s heart to hear her talk like this.

The last thing he wanted to do was mourn this woman when he,
and his partner, cared so much for her. They hadn’t worked up the courage to
tell her what they wanted because they were afraid it would change the course
of their friendship. One look at her at this very moment and he decided maybe
he had the courage after all.

Snyder glanced at Tripp and wasn’t surprised to see the wide
smile on his lover’s handsome face. He was glad to see Tripp confirm something
they’d discussed for the past few months, it made this so much easier knowing
he was right there beside him.

Snyder cleared his throat. “Then we’ll have one less person
to care for too.”

Kate snorted softly and rubbed her finger under her nose,
wiping away some of the dirt. “Whatever.”

Snyder’s hand slipped around her waist when she started to
move away. “Kate.”

She turned and met their gazes, studying them both intently
for a few minutes before speaking. “You’re kidding, right? Someone put you two
up to this. Some kind of ‘let’s play a joke on the boss’ thing. Payback because
of what just happened. I don’t have time for this—”

Snyder’s grip tightened. She had to understand this wasn’t
just some ruse to lighten the mood. “No, Kate. Tripp and I are serious. We want
you between us and not just during a chase.”

“We’ve watched you take risks for years,” Tripp added. “Now
we’re stepping in and asking you to stop because—”

“What? You two feel some kind of need to fuck me? Seriously,
where is the camera?” She smiled and shook her head in disbelief.

Snyder frowned. The stress of the day had obviously taken
its toll. “No cameras. No joke.” To show her they meant business, he nudged
closer to her body, not stopping until he’d backed her against his truck.

He caged her in with his arms, feeling the indentions the
hailstones marked in the body of the truck. Right now, he was unconcerned for
the bodywork the vehicle would need and more concerned about the sensuous
curves of the body pressed against his.

“Naked. Between us. Right now.”

Her grin faltered and she appeared genuinely surprised.
“Never would have taken you two for exhibitionists.”

Tripp clicked his tongue. “A smartass comment? Sounds as if
it may be too much for someone and she’d rather make a mockery of what we
want.”

Her gaze cut to him. “Don’t think I can handle you both?”

Snyder heard the catch in her breath as she spoke and
noticed the glimmer in her eyes. They had her hook, line and sinker.

Time to reel her in.

“Prove it.”

Her eyebrow lifted. “Is that a dare?”

The teasing smile she gave made it hard for him to think of
anything other than kissing those luscious lips just inches away from his
mouth. He reached down to lift her leg, caressing her knee as he wrapped the
long, slim length of her limb around his waist. Tripp moved closer and Snyder
watched her eyes glaze over as Tripp’s hand skimmed over her hip and slid down
to cup her buttock.

A second later, Snyder hissed softly as the tips of Tripp’s
fingers grazed over the zipper of his jeans. He pushed his hips forward in
response, pressing Tripp’s fingers hard against her. He grinned as Kate’s head
fell back against the truck’s window and she let loose a soft moan. His lips
cruised over her neck, scenting lavender soap under the layers of fresh dirt
clinging to her skin.

“Not a dare. A promise.”

His arms tightened around her. He gave a grunt when she
lifted her head and her mouth closed hard over his.

He’d expected her to lash out and call him vicious,
inventive names he could use later whenever the next hurricane tried to rip his
plane out of the sky. His heart pounded as her mouth crushed over his to demand
everything from him right then and there.

She was all he could have ever hoped for. Confident.
Powerful. Sexy. Not that he expected anything less from Dr. Kate Sinclair.

Tripp’s voice sounded low just inches away and Snyder’s sex
drive immediately went haywire, screaming for any kind of relief. The sensation
wasn’t unlike how he felt facing down the tornado a few hours ago. Only this
time, he knew what lay on the other end of this chaos.

Sweet, sweet ecstasy.

He cupped Kate’s nape, holding her mouth against his as he
turned and started to make his way to the room. The door opened with a soft
click and he broke away to catch Tripp’s eye. His lover smiled, waving them
inside so they could continue this in the privacy of their room.

She moaned, the soft noise rumbling her chest against his,
and he finally released her so she slid slowly down his body. He made no effort
to hide the fact he had a raging hard-on and her eyes sparkled with mischief as
she pressed her hip against it.

“I knew there was…something. I think I’ve always known, but
I thought I was crazy. That I was imaging things just because we all worked so
closely together.” Her hands dropped, her fingers playing absently with the hem
of her ruined shirt. She seemed to notice the state of her clothing at that
moment and her eyes widened in surprise. “I need to wash up. You both deserve
better than someone resembling a pigpen.”

Tripp shrugged. “Filthy isn’t such a bad thing.”

Her laughter danced on the air as Tripp approached her,
stripping off his mud-stained shirt to discard it. Snyder hadn’t thought it
possible, but he wanted these two people even more than before.

Just when he thought he had it under control, Tripp had to
go make a comment that made him want to sink into the man over and over. This
was one of those moments.

“In fact, I’d venture to guess the three of us are going to
get pretty damn dirty before the night is over. No, wait. No guessing. I
guarantee it.”

Chapter Two

Kate shoved her hands in her pockets as her lips burned from
Snyder Morgan’s breathtaking kiss. The dirt coating her fingers flaked off as
she did and reminded her of the chances she’d taken out in the field.

“I can’t promise I won’t screw this up between the three of
us—”

“Same here,” Snyder interrupted. “Been just the two of us
for a long time.”

The matter-of-fact sound of the statement caused Kate to
freeze as she started to remove her sneakers. “Is this going to cause a
problem?”

“Oh hell no.” Snyder reached over and flipped the security
latch.

It was then she noticed the room. The overstuffed couch
positioned in front of a high-end flatscreeen television. The enormous bed
centered on the far wall. It certainly wasn’t the Ritz, but it was far nicer
than what she’d been assigned when they’d checked in. The mustard-yellow and dark-brown
color combination left something to be desired though.

“Wait a second. This place is twice the size of my dinky
room. What gives? Isn’t the senior person in the group supposed to get the
nicer room?”

“Honeymoon suite.” Tripp’s gaze swept around the room and
smiled. “Kanas style at least.”

“Something you boys keeping secret?”

Snyder pulled off his shirt and suddenly she was surrounded
by yards and yards of hard muscled male flesh. His eyes shone as he stood
there, his body strung tight as if he would snap at any moment. “No. Just a
matter of size.”

“Pardon?”

Tripp’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Think about it. Two
fully grown men who are fond of taking showers together? Not to mention who
prefer room to maneuver while they’re in bed. And I don’t mean while sleeping.”

She swallowed hard at the thought of them in bed together.
The adrenaline she thought burned away after the chase flared to life,
enhancing the effect the men seemed to have on her.

She liked sex. She liked it dirty and raw. And she liked it
enough to never make any kind of apologies about just how rough and uninhibited
she liked it.

Being with Snyder and Tripp together was right up her alley.

“Besides, Tripp and I have stayed in this room every chase
season we’ve been with you. It holds a bit of nostalgia for us. But something
tells me we’re about to make new memories tonight.”

They shifted around her and she tried desperately to not
think about how good this felt. How the heat of their bodies caused a
tightening in her pussy. How her body still resonated from how they’d both made
her feel minutes ago while they’d pinned her to the truck. Despite the fact her
body was trying to remind her exactly what she wanted, she needed to think with
her head.

Something could go terribly wrong and she needed to remind
them of the consequences. Someone had to have the level head in all of this and
she tried not to think about the fact she was the least balanced of them all.
She knew the lust prevalent in the air around them couldn’t drive out the
reality.

“I don’t want to ruin—or change—things between you. That’s
not worth risking our friendship.”

Tripp moved closer, his hands lifting to cup her jaw. His
brown eyes were bright with heat as he smiled down at her. “I think of it as
we’re enhancing.”

“Making it better,” Snyder added as he pulled her against
his body.

Trapped between them, she couldn’t move. After a few moments
of deliberation, she decided she didn’t want to be anywhere else. This seemed
too perfect, so…acceptable. Their close friendship made her completely at ease
with them and this seemed to be a normal extension of the level of trust they
all shared.

One night to get it out of our system.

Easy enough.

“As you said, no one can make any promises that this will be
perfect. But it will be for us. Just us.” Tripp’s lips pressed against hers.
Once, twice, before he took her in a possessive kiss she hadn’t expected. Swept
up, she opened her mouth to his, sighing and relaxing completely against Snyder
as Tripp’s tongue slid between her lips.

Snyder pushed her hair to the side, his lips pressing firmly
against her nape even as Tripp continued to kiss her. “We understand you are
who you are, Kate. But if you keep taking these kinds of risks, you won’t be
around to take them anymore.”

“And we’re fond of you right where you are.” Snyder’s voice
was low and seductive, his words captivating her just as much as Tripp’s kiss.
He swept her up into his arms, holding her tight against his body. “But maybe
we
would
like you a little cleaner after all. How about the three of us
move this into the shower?”

Minutes later, she sighed as hot water hit her shoulders and
the muscles immediately began to ease. Sometimes she forgot how stressful it
could be to be in the field. It was easy for her to get wrapped up in the chase
and forget about everything else.

But now she couldn’t forget about the fact she stood here
sharing the oversized shower space with two men she’d known for years. Two very
gorgeous men who obviously took care of their bodies. While their physiques
were similar, their appearances couldn’t have been more different. Tripp’s
short brown hair was slicked away from his handsome face from where he’d stuck
his head under the spray. Drops of water dotted Snyder’s shaved head and she
was tempted to run her hands over the smooth surface to whisk it away.

Instead, their hands roamed her body, their touch gentle but
firm enough to wash away the remnants of the dirt the tornado had thrown her
way. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to simply bask in the feel of their
combined touch.

Breaking away, Tripp lowered himself to the teak bench
lining the back wall, balancing there while he skimmed his hand down Snyder’s
side. He reached out to the towel rack, pressing his lips against Snyder’s hip
as he did. In turn, Snyder skimmed his hand over the top of Tripp’s head and
she shivered despite the hot water.

Something about watching them be so intimate with one
another lit a fire inside her. She’d seen them steal a quick kiss here and
there while they were out in the field when they thought no one was looking,
but they’d done a good job of keeping their private life just that—private.

Now, though, it was all out for her to see and she couldn’t
think of anything sexier. Her pussy tightened in reaction to the sight as
warmth began radiating out from her core.

Snyder took the washcloth Tripp offered and immediately
began lathering it with soap. Tripp pulled her closer, his lips brushing
against her lower abdomen. The two men constantly touched her, either alone or
together. As if they couldn’t bear to not have some kind of contact with her.

She loved every second of it.

“Scoot closer to Tripp, love. Let me slide behind you so I
can wash your back.”

Tripp pulled her toward him before she could comply.

“I think now that you’re sufficiently clean, we should get
you dirty again.” Tripp’s head dipped and his tongue blazed a path of heat
against her clit. A sigh spilled from her mouth as she arched for more and her
head fell against Snyder’s shoulder.

Her chest still slick from the lavish attention they’d taken
when they’d washed her breasts, Snyder’s fingers slid easily over her hard
nipples. She winced in protest; there wasn’t enough friction for her.

Snyder gave a deliciously dark laugh and stepped back so her
chest was directly under the water spray again. Tripp hitched her knee over his
shoulder and cradled her backside in his hands as he tilted her pelvis for
greater access for his mouth.

“Hook your hands around my neck so you can open up.” Before
she’d even gotten her hands linked behind Snyder’s neck, Tripp lifted her other
leg and drove his tongue into her pussy.

She cried out, pushing against his face in an effort for
more as heat exploded wherever they touched her. He groaned softly in answer,
using his fingers to spread her wider so he could delve even deeper. She moved
without thinking, enjoying the sensations swamping her.

Her body became saturated with mindless sensation. Hot water
rained down on her as his tongue lapped at her pussy. Tripp drowned her in
sheer pleasure as he worshipped her folds with his mouth. She stole a glance
down just as his tongue dipped inside her heat.

A shudder traveled through her as pressure built.

He sucked hard on her clit and she burst, the energy of the
release nearly blinding her. The force caused her to buck against his mouth as
a powerful orgasm tore through her. His hands held firm on her hips while she
rode his tongue, water from the shower pounding her sensitized body.

“He has a very agile tongue, doesn’t he?” Snyder’s whisper
skated over her damp skin, traveling to where Tripp held his mouth against her.

She struggled to swallow and turned her focus away from
where he now took his time to slowly trace the delicate folds as if he wanted
to savor her. “Glad to see it’s more than for just being a smartass.”

Snyder chuckled and the vibration radiated through her back,
anchoring her to him. “Yes. He’s good with his hands too. Very good.”

Without missing a beat, Tripp pushed two fingers inside her.
The explosion was immediate and she arched up into Snyder’s hands where he
cupped her breasts. Snyder’s low voice joined with hers as everything inside
her seemed to feed on the building intensity.

“That’s it, baby. Come for him again.”

Tripp’s fingers moved and felt larger than they should have.
As he pushed them inside her again, she realized he’d twisted his fingers and
was now corkscrewing them each time he moved in and out. The pressure increased
as he added another finger.

“You’re taking that too easily. Someday we’ll find out if
you can take us both inside you.” He thrust hard a few times and she cried out
softly in response, unable to find the relief she desperately needed. Her
desire for the men lifted to feverish levels as her body cried for more.

“She likes that idea, Tripp. We’ll have to remember that.
Think our girl here has more in store for us than we thought.”

Tripp’s hold shifted and she whimpered at the loss of
contact. She was anxious for release. For a few seconds she considered taking
care of herself while the two men watched. But Snyder tapped on her clit,
slowly massaging it until her loud pants echoed off the shower walls.

His voice lowered as his mouth pressed against her ear. “I
think it’s time you let Tripp fill up this pretty cunt of yours.”

Snyder continued to hold her as Tripp’s hand wrapped around
her hips. Allowing them to guide her, she caught sight of the open condom
packet beside Tripp’s thigh. She barely had enough time to be thankful for the
fact someone still had their senses about them before he pulled her down into his
lap and lowered her over his cock.

Pleasure spread in waves as Tripp pushed inside her,
dragging out the motion when all she wanted to do to be filled with him.
Minutes seemed to drag by, his cock filling her inch by inch before she was
seated fully. Almost immediately, Tripp lifted her, pulling her nearly all the
way off as Snyder bowed her back to take her mouth.

Tethered between them, no storm she’d ever chased came close
to the swirling tempest they awakened inside her. Her body tightened, basking
in the powerful sensations they created.

Tripp moved her with agonizing slowness as breathless pleas
spilled from her lips. The unhurried movement allowed her to experience every
inch of his cock as he slowly drove up into her. Pleasure pulsed in her veins,
feeding off each wave as it swelled inside her to grow and flourish.

Overwhelmed, it wasn’t long before her entire body tensed
and her cry filled the room. Her orgasm seemed to trigger both men’s appetite
for more. The release abated quickly, frustrating her because it wasn’t
powerful enough to sate her need.

She wanted more.

“We need more room.”

Pushing off Tripp, she stepped out of the water. A quick
glance over her shoulder showed the two men standing in the spray of the
shower, watching her with unmistakable lust in their eyes. Her yearning for
them increased as she let her gaze drop to find two bare cocks standing high
and rigid, straining for release. The veins stood out in relief as their hard
lengths glistened with water. She imagined them rubbing together and the
elegant beauty of it nearly made her come undone.

Evidently Tripp has removed the condom when she’d climbed
off him.

She winked, leaving the room without bothering to dry off.
Both men were beside the bed before she even had a chance to sit down.

Tripp licked at her hard nipples as his hands cupped and
massaged her breasts.

Snyder’s teeth bit gently against her hip while he opened
her legs.

Tripp shifted, maneuvering her so she lay down on the bed on
her back. When he positioned himself over her, she couldn’t resist reaching up
to close her fingers around his cock. Holding the shaft tightly, her tongue
flicked against the tip just as Snyder buried his face between her legs.

He pushed her up to the edge again, pressing the flat of his
tongue against her swollen clit, and didn’t budge. She wanted to move her hips,
give herself some relief, but Snyder’s hands held her in place to torture her.

A quick glance up to Tripp saw he clearly enjoyed her
frustration.

Two can play this game.

His fingers combed through her hair, cupping her neck to
offer support as he positioned her mouth over the crown of his cock. Opening
for him, she held him in her mouth, using her tongue to tease and torment him.
He pushed forward, but she moved away as he did, denying him completely of her
touch.

She sent him a mischievous smile and he growled, pulling her
away from Snyder. He pressed her back to his chest, grinding her ass against
his cock so she was well aware of what she did to him. Delighted, she pushed
back and he hissed through clenched teeth at the reaction to the friction.