ChasingSin (7 page)

She pushed away when Snyder grumbled and went to pour a
glass of water for her dry throat. “Staying here is a calculated risk, Snyder.
You know that. This isn’t exactly the first time I’ve all been through a
hurricane this size and strength. We faced worse with that tornado in Jewell.”

The phone rang and Snyder grabbed it before she could. He
was quiet after answering, nodding to whatever was being said. His face was
solemn as he finally hung up. “That was Tommy. Water’s rising fast and starting
to wash over the bridge. As he reminded me, it’s the only way on or off the
island.”

Kate emptied her glass and put it on the drain to dry.
“Anything else?”

Snyder shoved his hands into his jeans and leaned against
the counter. “He wished us luck and said he hopes to see us on the other side.”

“So that’s it. All we have is each other.” Tripp blew out a
breath and pushed a hand through his hair.

The next few hours passed in a blur as they secured anything
loose outside. The windsock from Kate’s childhood now hung from a hook near the
front door and she couldn’t stop gazing at it.

At least when she wasn’t staring out the back windows at the
sky now filled with the clouds from the outer bands of Jean. The anticipation
ran quick through her veins and she was ready to face this beast and the fury
she brought down with her.

“Here, eat. This may be the last hot meal you get for a
while.” The scent of the roasted chicken Snyder set on the table in front of
her broke her reverie and she smiled up at him. He pointed to the plate as he
set another plate in front of Tripp and then sat down with one of his own.

Kate snorted and picked up her fork. “You do realize you’re
saying this to the woman who lives off granola bars and Gatorade for the better
part of the year.”

“Just eat something, all right? Stop making it so we have to
worry about you.”

The lack of humor in Tripp’s voice caused her to grimace.
She hadn’t talked much to them about what was said on the beach because of
their focus on the hurricane. “I never asked you to worry about me. Either of
you.”

“Comes from years of watching you chase, Kate. It’s only
natural for us both. Better get used to the idea.”

“Fine. Not as if you give me much of a choice,” she muttered
before shoving a sliver of chicken into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she
delighted in the savory taste. Her stomach gave a loud rumble and the three of
them laughed in reaction.

“No, not really.” They both beamed and she knew she needed
to change the subject. She was tired of talking about herself and it was
dangerous ground at the moment anyway. The farther away from the subject, the
better.

“So what have you two been up to?”

“Been a busy season.”

“Busiest on record from what NOAA reports.” Here it was
mid-August and the storms seemed to be forming weekly as they skated off the
coast of Africa. For someone in her line of work, it was pure nirvana. “This is
the second major storm this season. Plus, with the few minor ones we’ve had?
Planet’s talking.”

“I always liked that about you, Kate. You talk about the
weather as if it is a living, breathing thing.” Tripp gestured outside with his
fork to the building storm.

“She is really. She changes constantly, just as humans do.
The face of the planet is always evolving. Storms such as these show us she’s
just letting off some steam. We just always get caught up in it with our need
to crowd around the beaches and shores. Like this place.”

The room fell quiet as Kate stared outside, losing herself
to the possibilities they would face by choosing to stay. She was still
confident in her decision to come here, to study this beast in the place she
felt the most comfortable. Leaving had never been an option for her. She’d been
through too many storms to count.

Severe weather saturated her bones so thoroughly she
couldn’t imagine living a life without it. Since childhood, she’d been
fascinated with the power and fury Mother Nature possessed. Those summers here
hadn’t come without plenty of days spent riding out the storms that zeroed in
on the eastern coast of Texas.

That very first hurricane, a Category 1 storm, had
immediately snared her with its beauty on the satellite imagery. She’d decided
right then and there that was how she would spend her life.

Shaking off the memory of the very first storm she
encountered, she turned to find another storm building right before her eyes.
She watched with rapt interest as Tripp leaned over to kiss Snyder. It started
slow at first, unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world to kiss each
other. She tried not to stare, but she found it hard considering the amount of
passion pouring from them.

She felt a twinge between her legs that quickly grew stronger.
It was powerful enough to make her realize she was starving for them both after
denying herself for so long.

That night she’d spent caught between them came flooding
back and reminded her of what it was like to kiss them both. Reminded her how
their bodies felt against hers as she waited for their touch. Snyder inhaled as
Tripp deepened the kiss and she realized she wanted that. Not just the kind of
passion they possessed with each other, but she wanted them. She wanted to
share how she felt about them and share in the utter devotion they had for one
another. No amount of wrong she’d committed could ever make up for her leaving
so abruptly.

It had been their moment and it had passed.

They deserved to have their own moment right now without her
staring at them as if she was some kind of voyeuristic lunatic. The chair
scraped loudly against the scarred hardwood floor and she winced when they
broke away and turned to look at her.

“Sorry. I was trying to be quiet and not interrupt.”

Snyder pushed his plate away, though most of his meal
remained. “That’s all right. You seemed lost in your own little world and we
were continuing a talk we started the other day about our plans once this is
all over. One thing led to another and, well, Tripp and I have been running
around a lot with the storms and haven’t gotten a lot of time together.”

Now Kate felt even worse for interrupting and her cheeks
heated. “I’ll leave you two alone then.”

She hastily gathered her plate and utensils. Just as she
walked past, Tripp’s hand brushed against her hip.

“No one asked you to leave.”

Chapter Six

There were so many unspoken things in those gazes as they
looked at her. Her heart broke for what she needed to say to them and couldn’t.
Seemingly not bothered in the least by her hesitation, Snyder flipped open the
top few buttons on Tripp’s bright Hawaiian-print shirt.

He continued to flip open buttons until there were none left
and Tripp’s chest was proudly on display. Kate swallowed as Snyder’s fingers
ran over those hard muscles and she remembered how they felt under her own
hand.

Snyder reached over and freed Tripp from his shirt before
removing his own. Both shirtless now, there was so much decadent flesh exposed
to her eyes to feast on. She wanted it all. She wanted them both and the
reasons why she walked away that morning were quickly becoming nothing more
than a fading memory as the men continued to touch one another.

Tension built between her legs and she was quickly becoming
desperate. Maybe she could go to her room and find out just how dirty her mind
could be as she got herself off as she imagined the men together.

Tripp crooked a finger at her, and before she knew it, she’d
set aside her unfinished dinner and slowly walked toward them. A slight smile
teased up the corners of his mouth and he looked down to where Snyder knelt.
She slowed her approach to savor the sight because it was too exquisite not to
admire.

Maybe she wouldn’t need to imagine after all.

It was happening right before her eyes in vivid reality.

She watched as Tripp leaned forward to take Snyder’s mouth
in a stirring kiss. It awakened things inside her she’d fought against for so
long. They kissed passionately, lost to each other, and Kate found all she
wanted to do was watch. They’d always held an ease with each other that was
admirable and she absolutely loved that about them.

They broke away, their heated gazes focusing on Kate again
as she licked her dry lips. How was it possible for her to feel as if she was
going to combust at any moment?

Snyder smiled, his eyes sparkling with heat. “Why don’t you
take over? I have something else I’d like to kiss. Unless you’d…” he trailed
off and Kate let out a bright peal of laughter. Snyder’s fondness for blowjobs
was something she’d known about even before that night in the hotel.

Some things never changed.

She abandoned her earlier thoughts and realized she really
could do this after all.

“Go ahead.” Who was she to deny him—deny any of them—this
moment?

Tripp lifted his hand and pulled her closer, spreading her
legs so she straddled his thigh. As she slowly dropped, he pushed the fabric of
her skirt up her thighs. He seemed unsurprised when he encountered nothing but
bare skin as she settled against his leg.

His eyes closed momentarily and she glanced down to watch
Snyder slide his tongue over the head of Tripp’s cock. Everything inside her
ached to be a part of this moment. Unable to stop herself, she cradled Tripp’s
jaw as she leaned in to kiss him.

He tasted of memories she’d buried long ago—like comfort and
hope.

Tripp’s arm slid around her waist and rested at the swell of
her hip, just under Snyder’s hand. The contact bound them as they moved with a
grace she’d never shared with any of her other lovers. They seemed to share in
instinct with each other about where hands touched and fingers grazed over
skin. Their energy transferred to her and the hollowness that had been inside
her since walking out of the hotel room in Kansas was filled.

Tripp groaned into her mouth and the sound arrowed straight
to her pussy. She shifted against his thigh and the feel of the warm skin
against her own heat further heightened the intense sensation.

Tripp pulled her forward, and this time, she was the one who
sighed into him. His lips curled under hers, and with one arm, he started
slowly pushing her away before dragging her back. The fine hairs on his thigh
tickled her skin and her wetness slicked his flesh. Her hand dropped to rest
lightly against the back of Snyder’s head and the contact allowed her to feel
his movements.

The wind started to howl against the house, rattling the
windowpanes just a few feet away. The storm had arrived. For the first time in
her professional career, she didn’t care about the vicious storm. It didn’t
matter. Her world was these two men and what they meant to her.

For once, the moment wasn’t about chasing the storm, it was
about chasing sin.

As Tripp continued to kiss her and she moved along his
thigh, she decided to give into the one thing she’d always wanted from them.
Even before the night in Kansas when everything changed.

“Can I watch?”

“You already are.” His breath tickled her lips as he
whispered against her mouth.

“No, I mean…I want to see you. Both of you together. I’ve
always loved how effortlessly you two seem to…I don’t know—exist?” She’d had
that once, in a small room in the middle of nowhere, and for just a moment, she
wanted it again.

“I doubt either of us can say no to whatever you want from
us. It was always impossible to say no to you.”

“All right.” She nodded as she slowly swallowed the lump in her
throat. “Just don’t hold back—please. I don’t want you to think that because
I’m here, you need to do anything differently than you normally would.”

“We never have before. I wouldn’t dream of starting now.”

Kate moved away, folding her legs under her as she scooted
onto the table. The old piece of furniture seemed a little shaky, but she
didn’t care. She wasn’t the one who would be engaging in any sort of vigorous
activity.

Snyder shifted now that she’d moved away and there was more
room for him to fit between Tripp’s long legs. Caught up and enthusiastic, his
head bobbed as he continued to attend to Tripp. She couldn’t see because she
was directly behind Snyder, but she didn’t care.

The sight Tripp made while Snyder sucked his cock was worth
the loss of a complete visual. At first, Tripp stared at her as Snyder
continued to move, but he soon became lost and his eyes closed as his head fell
back. She wanted to crawl forward and bury her nose in the crook of Tripp’s
neck and breathe in every ounce of him. But she’d interrupted them enough
lately and wasn’t about to deny them again.

Not after she’d specifically asked.

Tripp slid his hands over Snyder’s smooth head and that
sight caused something deep inside her to clench. A soft sigh escaped her lips
and she bit her lip to try to contain more spilling forth. The last thing she
wanted to do was remind them they had an audience. Tripp’s eyes slowly opened
as he lifted his head and she saw he had succumbed to that hazy place created
by extreme arousal.

“Show me.” When she continued to sit there, caught up in the
luscious timbre of his words, his eyes cleared and opened fully. “My time to
request something now, Kate. Show me how much you’re enjoying watching this. I
can smell you from here, so it’s pointless to try to hide it. That sharp, musky
scent of your cunt is too damn delectable to ignore.
Show me
.”

The power of the command washed over her and she nodded as
she unfolded her legs, opening them as she planted her feet flat on the table
top. Her toes curled around the edge and she leaned back on her hands to give
Tripp an unobstructed view. The fabric of her skirt slid up her thighs,
exposing her completely.

“Yes.” Tripp’s soft hiss caressed her skin, and caused her
to shiver.

His eyes unfocused again as he stared directly between her
legs. Caught up in the moment, and wanting to tease him further, she shifted
her weight to one hand and lifted her fingers to splay against her abdomen.

“That’s it, show me.” Tripp nodded, his words strained and
breathless.

Her fingers drew across the damp skin and the heat against
her hand nearly scorched her fingers.

“You should see her, Snyder. She’s so fucking beautiful.”
Snyder didn’t answer with words and she watched as his head dropped as he
swallowed Tripp again.

Tripp hissed, the muscles in his abdomen straining as he
seemed to fight against his natural instinct to come and shatter the moment
they’d all built up. Caught up in that energy, she spread herself wider. Her
fingers skimmed through the damp folds and she teased her pussy, varying the
pressure from delicate to firm before lifting the two fingers to her mouth.

“Fuck, Snyder. She’s tasting herself.”

Snyder suddenly moved, breaking away from Tripp and
snatching her fingers before she slid them into her mouth. His eyes stayed on
hers as his lips skimmed against the pads of her fingers and she watched the
color of his eyes darken.

“I’d forgotten how the two of you taste together.”

He gripped Tripp’s arm and wrenched him out of the chair.
His intense glare caused Kate to smile in response as he glanced over his
shoulder at her. Amused, she tapped her fingernail against her mouth and slowly
teased it with the tip of her tongue again.

In answer, he kicked the chair out of the way and pushed
Tripp back onto the lower edge of the kitchen island. Tripp went without much
resistance and, enamored, Kate shifted to sit on the edge of the table. She was
more interested in watching than torturing them further.

Snyder stripped Tripp’s pants the rest of the way off in one
smooth move and popped the buttons on his fly. His movements seemed hurried and
choppy as he fought to shove his jeans down and out of the way. Her breath
caught at the sight of their cocks together, reminding her of how they felt
inside her.

His growl of frustration rumbled through the kitchen. “Hang
on a second, I need to get something out of my—”

“Here.” She levered herself off the table, crossed to the
loveseat and pulled a small tube out of her bag. She tossed the lube to him and
enjoyed the disbelief that washed over his expression as she situated herself
back on the table. Tripp grinned widely, his deep chuckle shaking his entire
body against the island.

“Something tells me that’s going to be one enlightening
conversation later when you explain this.” Snyder shook the tube in her
direction, but she simply grinned and offered nothing. Soon she was caught up
watching him take the time to slick a coat of lubricant over himself and spread
Tripp’s legs wide.

Tripp’s laughter died the second Snyder pushed closer. The
angle allowed Kate to see everything from her vantage point, including each and
every second as Snyder slowly worked to bury his bare cock inside Tripp’s ass.

Tripp took Snyder’s cock with ease, his hands gripping the
edge of the counter tightly to counteract the movement. Now his voice filled
the kitchen with a deep groan of utter bliss and absolute satisfaction.

Arousal tugged at her and she couldn’t take it any longer,
she had to be closer.

“Show me,” she whispered as she pushed away from the table
and slowly approached them. She stopped a few feet short of them, as she wanted
to stay removed and continue to just observe.

Tripp’s hand gripped his cock as Snyder began to
deliberately pump into him. As he slowed, Tripp’s hand slid along the rigid
shaft. He didn’t stop until he’d nearly taken his hand away completely. Snyder
started moving forward again and Tripp’s hand changed direction, slowly
lowering his fist around himself again. His back arched off the surface of the
counter, highlighting the planes and angles of his muscles in the low glow of
the pendant light.

Time slowed, and for once, Kate wished it would stop
entirely. The two men together were a masterpiece. A work of art, in fact. One
that she could have stared at for years on end. They seemed to get so completely
lost in one another. She’d felt that once and knew exactly how it felt have
that intense focus directed at her.

Tripp gave a deep, lust-filled moan as Snyder slid forward.
The moment shattered and Snyder suddenly began moving with rapid strokes. Tripp
matched the movements and fucked his hand over his cock.

Snyder growled and his hands clamped against Tripp’s hips to
still him. Kate thought everything was ending, but was pleased to note it was
only to guide Tripp as he continued to move. Tripp lifted up, slamming hard
with furious movements as he now fucked Snyder and himself. Tripp’s hand
continued to slide along his shaft with frantic movements.

“You going to let him go to waste?”

She barely had enough time to notice the breathless tone to
the words as she surged forward and stood directly next to the men in the blink
of an eye. Instead of taking Tripp’s cock, she stood on tiptoe, reaching around
Tripp’s leg to pull Snyder’s mouth to hers. He grunted in surprise, one of his
hands lifting to the back of her neck to drag her closer. She nipped at his
bottom lip, sucking on his tongue when he slid it into her mouth. Dropping her
hand, she caressed the firm curve of his ass and was delighted to discover he
continued to keep pace fucking Tripp while he kissed her.

She didn’t think it was physically possible, but she became
even wetter at the thought of the picture the three of them made, spread out on
her kitchen counter giving into their desperate need for one another. Anxious
to have more contact, she walked her fingers over Tripp’s abdomen and wrapped
her hand around his very erect shaft.

It took a few tries, but she found Snyder’s rhythm and
started to move her hand. She timed it so every time he withdrew, she pushed
her hand to the base, then twisted her hand as she lifted it when he thrust
forward. It wasn’t long before Tripp’s desperate pleas for relief filled the
kitchen.

Snyder finally broke their connection and she found herself
looking up into his crystal-blue eyes. “You’re gorgeous together,” she
whispered against Snyder’s mouth, unwilling to break the spell they wove.

They both continued to fuck Tripp, ignoring the quiet chants
spilling from Tripp’s lips. She was enjoying this far more than she felt she
had a right to, but damn if she was going to stop anytime soon.