Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (13 page)

“What if the mob found the other agent? If they did, they could’ve gotten him to talk and expose the safe houses.”

“It’s possible, I suppose. It’s a good thing you pulled some strings with the TBI. This one isn’t as well-known as some of the others. I would still feel safer if we left first thing in the morning.”

“At least we can tell her Steve is okay for now. The agents were able to get him to safety.”

Parker gave a sideways nod but grimaced at the same time. “Even if we tell her he’s okay, this will scare the shit out of her. Hell, it scares the shit out of me. If we leave tonight, it will panic her…even if we say it’s nothing. We’ll leave first thing in the morning and tell no one, not even our boss, where we’re going.”

“Agreed, but where the hell are we going?”

Parker thought for a minute. “How about the houseboat?”

Grayson raised an eyebrow. “My dad’s houseboat? And how do we explain to her why we’re moving?”

Parker glanced back over the railing and snorted. “That’s easy. TBI needs the cabin.”

“What about tonight?”

Parker moved away from the railing. “I don’t feel comfortable with both of us being…occupied.”

“Agreed,” Grayson said as he leaned his shoulder against the wall.

“I’ll take watch; you keep Cheyenne’s mind off things.”

Grayson grinned. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Parker frowned. “Yeah, I bet you were.”

Grayson studied him thoughtfully. “Jealous? Since when does that ever happen?”

Parker twisted his lips and glanced away. “It’s not jealousy, really.”

And it wasn’t. He didn’t know how to explain it. He wanted to be with Cheyenne too. The thought of her and Grayson together at the other end of the house while he stood watch like a sentinel felt…odd. It made him feel lost, and he couldn’t explain why.

“I think I know what you mean,” Grayson replied. “When I heard you two earlier, I enjoyed listening. But at the same time, I felt a sense of…”

“Being incomplete,” Parker finished for him. “I felt it too while I was having sex with her. We’ve had sex separately before and never felt anything like that. What’s the deal with her?”

Grayson pursed his lips and shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah, Grayson. It matters. Especially if we’re going to figure this out. We can’t just run through it blind.”

Grayson pushed away from the wall and rolled his eyes. “Our mothers aren’t even sure what the hell they did. How do you expect us to figure it out? We take things day by day, like we always do, and see where this leads.”

“There’s something we need to seriously talk about. She’s going into witness protection after all this is over. Are you willing to go into it with her?”

“It’s too early for that. Don’t you think?” Grayson asked.

Parker walked past him and headed downstairs. As he did, he replied, “That’s a serious decision, cousin. You better start thinking about it before you get so far in that you can’t dig your way out.”

Chapter Sixteen

Heavy steps coming down the loft stairs pulled Cheyenne from her thoughts. She looked up to see Parker smiling at her as he descended the last step and walked in her direction.

Her heart did a little flip. The smile on his lips, though, didn’t reach his eyes.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

He stopped and looked down at her in surprise. She lifted the cup and took a sip of tea to keep from licking her lips as she imagined trailing her tongue across that wide chest. She still couldn’t stop thinking about what Grayson had said earlier about wrapping her lips around his cock.

“Why would you ask that?”

Cheyenne blinked, briefly forgetting what she’d even said to him. “You seem…I don’t know. Distracted.”

He lowered his gaze. “It’s probably those legs.” He looked up at her and grinned wickedly. “Very nice, by the way.”

She tugged at the denim shorts that had been left in one of the dresser drawers. “I’m just glad I found a pair that actually fit me around the waist. Although the length could’ve been a little longer.”

Parker chuckled, but his expression turned serious quickly. “Miss the operating room?”

His question caught her by surprise, but she soon recovered. “Actually, I do. Seems a little strange, huh? That I would miss cutting people open?”

“I think it’s more that you miss helping people,” Grayson said as he rounded the bottom of the stairs.

Parker turned to glance at him before bringing his gaze back to Cheyenne.

“That I do,” she said with a sigh.

She tried to push down her rising lust. She really did. Unfortunately all she could do was picture them naked. Naked and aroused and… She lifted her cup and took another long sip of tea. Maybe the burn as the hot liquid slid down her throat would take her mind off the throbbing between her legs.

When it didn’t, she glared at the remaining tea in her cup.

“So.” Cheyenne set her cup on the island. “What are we doing tonight? Another movie?”

“I know you’re bored, Doc. But it shouldn’t be too much longer.”

She stared up at Parker. She could still see the hint of worry in his eyes. Had something happened that they weren’t telling her? Should she ask them? Would they tell her or would they blow her off?

“It’s not you guys,” she murmured. “I’m just used to being busy. Even my weekends are usually jam-packed.”

“We can relate,” Grayson said. “Trust me.”

“Grayson’s going to keep you entertained tonight,” Parker said.

Cheyenne brow creased into a frown. “Where are you going?”

“I need to get with our boss on some stuff. I’ll be a while,” he replied.

Disappointment made her shoulders slump. “Oh.”

“Is that look because you like him more or is there something else?” Grayson asked.

Her eyes went wide and she rushed to reassure him. “No. That’s not…”

And it wasn’t. Dear Lord. Was she actually disappointed that it wouldn’t be both of them again?

“It’s just… I mean…”

Grayson and Parker both grinned as though they knew exactly what her problem was. Even though she didn’t. At least not really.

She crossed her arms and scowled at them. “Oh, stop it. Both of you.”

Parker laughed and leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. “Behave yourself, both of you. Try not to be too loud.”

Her face heated as blood rushed to her cheeks. God, were they that sure they’d get her in bed again? “Very funny.”

She watched him walk away, then turned her still-blushing face to Grayson. He was dressed in jeans and a green T-shirt. The material stretched tight across his chest—tight enough she could see his nipples. Who was she kidding? She’d be in bed with them all right, and love every second of it.

“So, what’s your plan?” she asked.

Grayson’s lips twitched. “Movie?”

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “When this is over, I’m not sure I ever want to see another movie again.”

“We could do something else. Cards? A board game? I think there’s a few in the closet.”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I always hated board games, even as a kid. I could never sit still that long.”

“You have trouble sitting still during a movie as well,” Grayson said, his voice full of amusement. “You fidget and keep changing positions.”

“I think it’s worse here because I haven’t had a really good way to get rid of all this nervous energy.” Grayson took a step toward her. The sensual darkening of his eyes made her stomach flutter like mad. “Do you know I even considered getting an animal from the woods and preforming surgery on it?”

Grayson chuckled. “You realize you would have to kill it first or the surgery would have.”

She grimaced. “I know. That’s what stopped me.”

He reached out and traced his finger over the edge of her tank top. His finger barely grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her entire body burn.

“If you want to get rid of nervous energy, I have the perfect idea,” he murmured softly.

“I bet,” she purred as a few ideas of her own ran through her mind.

He dropped his hand and left her panting for more. “Movie first.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words died in her throat. She watched in stunned silence as Grayson headed to Cheyenne’s bedroom.

“There’s a DVD player in here and a few movies in the cabinet. Let’s pick one out and get comfortable.”

GRAYSON HID HIS smile as he closed the blinds, then the thick curtains to block out the late evening light while Cheyenne searched through the small pile of movies in the drawer under the television.

He wanted to keep her busy, to keep her mind off things for a while. They could watch a movie, and while it played, he could play with her. Get her so hot and turned on, she wouldn’t have even a second to worry about anything.

He liked that idea a lot—his cock especially liked it. It was already half-hard. He checked the bottom drawer of the nightstand to make sure the gun they’d placed there earlier was still there. Better safe than sorry at this point, especially after finding out Steve’s location had been discovered and infiltrated.

Grayson hoped they weren’t making a mistake by not leaving now, but there was no indication that their location had been compromised. Especially since he’d set it up through the TBI and not the FBI. Most agents only knew about the main safe houses, but Grayson had a friend in the TBI who had pulled some strings and gotten them this one. Mostly because Grayson loved this area, and if he was going to be sequestered, it might as well be somewhere he enjoyed.

They’d told no one but their boss and had even kept it out of the system, mainly because of his gut. Something had told him not to log it. A feeling he was now grateful for. Maybe he’d watched too many movies where the mob had people on the inside.

It wasn’t unheard of, especially with a mob this powerful, but he would never reveal that to Cheyenne. She had enough to worry about.

“How about this movie?”

Cheyenne held up one of the
Star Trek
movies, and Grayson snorted. “We’ll watch that when Parker’s around. Keep looking.”

She smiled slightly and placed the movie back in the pile. “What about
Pitch Black
?”

“I could do that one.”

“Yeah, me too. Vin Diesel can always take my mind off things.”

“How about a comedy?” he asked, not really sure he wanted to get her aroused while watching someone she found attractive.

She looked at him with an adorable twinkle in her eyes that made him warm all over. Full of mischief suited her.

“Are you jealous of Vin?” she asked playfully.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. He tossed the material across the foot of the mattress. “Absolutely not.”

Her gaze moved down his chest and back up, setting his blood on fire. He took the movie case from her and removed the disk. With a push of the button, the DVD player came on, and he set the movie in the tray.

“Take your clothes off and get comfortable,” he commanded.

Her eyes widened slightly, but a spark of desire made them darken in color. He loved seeing that look in her eyes. “We’re watching it in the nude?”

He grinned but didn’t say anything.

“Huh. Interesting,” she said as she walked to the other side of the bed and removed her tank top.

He stood and watched as she slid the bra straps down her arms. She undressed slowly, teasing him in the darkness of the room.

Once the straps were off, she started to reach behind her but stopped. “Would you help me?” she asked.

Hell, yes, he would.

He strolled over to her as she turned her back to him. He undid the clasp of her bra and pushed it down her body. It fell to the floor, silently hitting the carpet. Grayson reached around and cupped her breasts, massaging them gently with his fingers. Her nipples hardened and poked into his palms like his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

Cheyenne moaned and arched slightly, fitting her mounds even tighter against his hands.

He wanted to keep things slow, tease her till she was ready to scream. He even wanted to make her come a couple of times by his hands and mouth before he took her, but damned if he wasn’t already desperate to be inside her.

“I like your breasts,” he whispered in her ear. “I plan on playing with these a lot during the movie.” He gave her nipples a hard pinch before lowering his hands to the waist of her shorts. “Now let’s finish. I’m about to start the movie.”

Chapter Seventeen

Cheyenne bit her lip as Grayson unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them down over her hips, where they fell to the floor in a puddle around her ankles. She’d gone without underwear after taking a shower earlier. She didn’t have many pairs with her, so she’d started leaving them off when she could.

As Grayson feathered his fingers over her ass, she was glad she didn’t have anything there to come between his fingers and her skin. She loved the feel of his hands on her, the way his lips softly grazed the side of her neck and shoulder, his breath as it brushed over her flesh.

God, she was so close to melting.

She could hear the music in the background, the DVD playing in that endless loop as it waited for the watcher to press Play. Grayson slid his hands to the inside of her thighs and let his fingers slowly brush over her labia. Instantly, all thoughts of the movie faded, and her head fell back against his shoulder.

“Mmm. Nice and wet already,” Grayson murmured. “I like that.”

Cheyenne gasped softly at the deep rumble of his voice and the way it literally vibrated against her back. She turned to face him, trying to look sexy and inviting. His pecs were right in front of her face, so she flattened her palms against them and ran her fingers up and over his warm flesh. His chest was smooth and hard, his heartbeat steady beneath her hands.

She moved her gaze up to his face and his desire-filled, dark eyes. With a smile, she slid her arms around his neck. “Are we really going to watch the movie?”

He smiled back as he slowly moved his hands lower and cupped her ass. “Yes, we are,” he said as he gave her ass cheeks a squeeze before moving his hands up her spine.