Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (12 page)

Cheyenne couldn’t stop the giggle from bubbling up. “Well, you have a point there.” She turned away from him and walked toward the living room, taking another sip of water.

“Are you okay?” Parker asked softly.

Cheyenne swallowed as she tried to think of the best thing to say. Was she all right? Yes and no.

She continued to stare out the window, unsure she could turn and look at him. “Will what happened get you guys into trouble?”

“No.”

She licked her lips and sighed in relief. “That’s good.”

“You seem awfully tense, Doc.”

His voice sounded much closer. She glanced quickly over her shoulder, spotting him behind her out of the corner of her eye. Every nerve ending in her body sprang to life.

“Do you want to talk about this?” he murmured.

“Not really.”

“So you just want to fuck us and forget it happened?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He walked up and put his hands on her shoulders, and her stomach fluttered.

“Well, that’s good,” he whispered in her ear. “Because I’m not sure I could.”

Before she could stop herself or think through it, she snorted. To her, that sounded like a line.

Parker touched his lips to the side of her neck and nuzzled the sensitive spot below her ear. Her knees trembled with the effort of holding up her weight, and the soft satin robe suddenly felt rough on her nipples.

“Don’t believe me?” he whispered as he feathered one hand around to her lower stomach. “We have thirty minutes before dinner’s ready. Perhaps I should remind you how good it was.”

He pushed his hand through the opening of her robe and gently stroked between her legs. Cheyenne bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“That snort wasn’t a challenge,” she murmured, shocked at how breathless she sounded.

Way to go, Cheyenne. Way to show him how unaffected you are by his touch.

“No?” Parker used the tip of his middle finger and slowly circled her opening.

Cheyenne sighed and let her weight fall back against his chest.

“That’s a shame. I love a challenge. I also loved burying my cock into this tight little pussy. I like how wet you are. How your hips move with my touch.”

Oh dear Lord. Parker could talk dirty too. Heaven help her.

With his free hand, he untied her robe and reached in to cup one of her aching breasts. When he pinched her nipple, she hissed and arched her back, forcing her mound tighter into his hand.

“I say we have a quickie before dinner, while Grayson’s sleeping. Would you like that, Doc? Would you like me to bend you over the back of the couch and fill you full?”

She ran her tongue over her dry bottom lip.
Oh yes. Oh yes. Now. Please.

“Just saying that made you wetter,” Parker whispered. “Get on your knees on the couch, facing the back.”

Cheyenne wobbled to the couch and set her water on the end table. She climbed onto the couch, balancing on her knees as she gripped the back of the leather sofa. Her entire body hummed with excitement. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. She heard him unzip his jeans and rip the condom wrapper.

Glancing over her shoulder, she admired his body and the way his hand stroked down as he slid the condom over his engorged shaft. Had she really taken all of him earlier? He was huge.

“Bring your knees back more and spread them wide,” he commanded as he pushed her robe up over her hips, letting his palm slide along her ass as he moved his hand back down.

Cheyenne could only shiver at his soft touch.

He set his knees on the couch as well. The denim of his jeans rubbed against her legs and added an enticing sensation to the ones that already held her in their grip. He dug his fingers into her hips, held her still, then thrust into her. Hard. She gasped, at first convinced his size would split her in two, but as he pulled back, then pressed in again, forcing his way deeper, she moaned in mind-bending pleasure.

Who ever imagined this would feel so good?

With a deep growl of satisfaction, he pushed deep enough his balls slapped her labia. Cheyenne moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to get even more of him inside.

Parker’s chuckle was downright wicked. “Greedy little imp.”

He pulled out, then thrust back in, shoving her toward the back cushions. She braced her hands and arms to keep from falling but loved the powerful way he moved inside her, forcing her to take every last inch of him. Cheyenne groaned and bent forward, allowing him deeper access.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetheart.”

He pumped slowly, driving her crazy. She wanted more. She wanted it harder. She wanted him to really pound into her. He reached around and cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples harshly.

“Parker,” she sighed. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop. I like that,” he purred, sending goose bumps along her flesh.

She buried her nails into the back of the couch as Parker continued his slow thrusts. With a groan, she moved closer to orgasm, so close to the edge that she felt she might die if he stopped.

He moved his hands lower and grabbed the inside of her thighs, tugging her hips up. With a whimper of pleasure, she took even more of him.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

Parker used his middle finger and stroked her clit. One touch was all it took to send her instantly over into the blissful abyss. She screamed and bucked her hips as throbs not only made her walls quiver and squeeze his cock but her entire body tremble.

“Damn, Cheyenne,” Parker whispered before he jerked forward, losing himself to his own release.

Parker leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Cheyenne remained frozen in shock with her forehead against the soft leather of the couch. How had it gone from talking to fucking?

“So much for talking,” she mumbled.

With a snicker, Parker gently bit her shoulder. “Talking’s overrated.”

“You and your cousin are sex fiends, and, apparently, so am I.”

“You’re not a fiend,” he said firmly as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “And neither am I. But for some reason, I have a very hard time resisting you.”

She sighed. She knew the feeling. It was as though she was drawn to them and couldn’t stop herself. She’d never felt anything like it.

“What are we supposed to do now?” she whispered.

“Eat dinner. Let Grayson show you some hand-to-hand. Maybe practice shooting some more. Then maybe later more sex.”

She snorted softly. “What about after that? When I have to change my name and disappear?”

Parker kissed her cheek. “One day at a time, Doc. We’ll figure it out.”

Cheyenne wasn’t so sure, but at the moment, she didn’t want to question it too much. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the best sex she would probably ever have.

Chapter Fifteen

Grayson walked into the kitchen but didn’t say anything about the sex he knew the two of them had. There was no jealousy between him and Parker. There never was.

At first that had seemed a bit strange, but now he was used to it. They were a part of each other, as though they both shared the same soul. Grayson didn’t think that even their mothers had realized the side effects that spell would have. They’d tried to reverse it, but it hadn’t worked. He and Parker were bound, and there was nothing either of them—or their mothers—could do about it.

As he stood back and watched Parker and Cheyenne move around the kitchen, he began to wonder if this was the final piece that would make him and his cousin whole. The one piece he felt they’d always been missing. Would Cheyenne be able to live a life with the two of them? Or would she run like all the others had?

In a way, it was good that they had run. He’d never felt with any of those women the things he felt with Cheyenne. It felt right. He frowned and leaned against the bedroom doorjamb.

Was it really supposed to happen that fast? Or was this only a massive case of lust that would fade over time?

The speed made him a tad uncomfortable, uncertain, and hesitant. Maybe they should slow things down.

His gaze raked over the curves he could see beneath the satin of her robe. His mind began to run through all the decadent scenarios they could play out together. He knew instantly that slowing it down would never be an option. They’d not only crossed that line but obliterated it completely. There was no turning back now.

“Nice to see you finally decided to join us,” Parker drawled.

Grayson lifted his shoulder in a dismissive shrug. “The two of you are working so well together, why interrupt?”

Cheyenne gave him a hesitant smile. He winked at her and enjoyed watching the pink in her cheeks deepen. “I got a text from the boss. One of the men has been caught. Three more to go.”

Cheyenne smiled. “That’s good, right? What are the chances he might give away the location of the other three?”

“That depends on his will to live. He knows if he turns them over, his life is done.”

Her face fell. “Oh.”

“But don’t worry. He may still cut a deal, agree to some sort of protective custody. The man we really want is the one who fired the shots. The man they caught was the one standing off to the side.”

Cheyenne nodded. “To my knowledge, that one never fired. He just stood there holding a gun and, truthfully, looking a bit green.”

“Sometimes just because they’re in the mob doesn’t mean they’re comfortable with torture. Once they’re in, though, there’s no way back out,” Parker added.

Cheyenne set the plates on the island. “That would be a terrible life. Always afraid. Always looking over your shoulder for fear the men you work with will turn on you.”

Grayson walked up behind her and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “That’s not going to be anything you ever have to worry about.”

She sighed. “No. I just have to worry about them finding me once the trial is over.”

“That won’t happen either,” Parker said firmly.

“It would be nice to have your confidence,” she mumbled.

Grayson kissed her cheek. “You’re going to be fine.” With a swat to her firm behind, he walked to the other side of the kitchen to pull glasses down from the cabinet. “Now. Who wants what to drink?”

* * * *

Cheyenne stood in the yard and tried to aim for the target Parker had nailed to the side of a tree. She’d come close several times but had yet to hit the center dot.

Her wrist had gotten tired, and her mind wandered. Standing with Grayson at her back, his warm body against hers, his breath on her neck as he helped her better steady her aim, was a distraction. A big one. Right now, all she wanted to do was rub her backside against the bulge she felt pressing into her hip.

Was he standing that close for a reason? Was he deliberately teasing her with his cock?

She glanced over her shoulder, her lips spreading into a wicked grin as she wiggled a bit.

Grayson swatted her hip with his palm. The sting made her jump and squeal in surprise. “Behave, minx. You’re gonna get fucked soon enough.”

The heat of a blush moved quickly over her cheeks. “Wow. That was blunt.”

“So was wiggling your hip into my dick,” Grayson replied with amusement.

“Well…” she began but couldn’t think of a smart retort fast enough. “Well, perhaps you two shouldn’t have started that nonsense, because now it’s all I want to do.”

“Sex with me is nonsense?” he asked softly in her ear.

Almost purred, really, and Cheyenne’s entire body responded instantly. “That’s not what I meant,” she whispered.

“Did you mean it’s all you want to do?” he pried.

Cheyenne wanted to turn and smack him over the head. It was her own fault. She’d started it by wiggling. “Can we change the subject, please? Forget I wiggled.”

Grayson snorted and held himself more firmly against her hip. He’d hardened, and the feel of his thick erection pressed against her made her instantly wet.

“Little hard to do that at the moment,” he murmured.

Her lips twitched, and her confidence soared with the knowledge she could get him so aroused so quickly. Just like they could her. “Impressive.”

“It will be even more impressive later with your lips wrapped around it.”

“You’re confident.”

Her voice sounded stressed even to her as he slid his hands to her shoulders and gave them a squeeze. He lifted her hair from the back of her neck and kissed her nape. The touch of his lips along the column of her throat sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and made her arms shake.

The sun sank lower on the horizon, shooting a bright yellow streak of light across the target that made her squint and turn her head. She lowered her arms and sighed. “Looks as though target practice is over for now.”

He chuckled and pinched her hip through her shorts. The bite of pain made her wince.

“That’s okay. I have other plans for you anyway.”

She lifted her chin in a bit of defiance and then turned to face him. After all, she probably shouldn’t be so easy. “And what makes you think I would be okay with them?”

With a snicker, he glanced down at her breasts. Her nipples poked through the thin bra like two hard pebbles. Damn. So much for playing indifferent. He brought his gaze back to hers and raised an eyebrow in amusement.

She pursed her lips and frowned. “You know, a gentleman would ignore that.”

Grayson laughed and turned to head into the cabin. Over his shoulder, he replied, “Who on earth told you I was a gentleman?”

Cheyenne grinned despite herself. In truth, she didn’t want him to be a gentleman. She liked him the way he was: sexy, wicked, and downright naughty.

She turned the gun in her hand and flipped the safety on before following him into the cabin, her thoughts on all the fun things they might have in mind for later.

* * * *

“Should we tell her?” Grayson asked.

Parker leaned and stared over the railing of the loft. Cheyenne was in the kitchen making tea. Hopefully the soft music from the radio playing in the background drowned out their voices. “Not yet. I’m not sure we should at all, to be honest.”

“How do you suppose they found them?”

Parker sighed and turned his attention back to a worried Grayson. “There has to be a mole. It’s the only explanation.”