Free Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share by Trista Ann Michaels

watching this show wasn’t such a good idea after all. What the hell had he been thinking? He knew this show often had graphic sex scenes in it. Cheyenne should’ve known as well, but this one seemed to be more of a turn-on than others.
    Was it because it was two women? Or was it because he wanted Cheyenne?
    The scene finally ended, and it seemed they all three let out a small breath of relief. Parker still couldn’t get his mind off Cheyenne. Was she wet? Was she so horny her pussy actually throbbed? What would she do if he went over there and kissed her? Slid his tongue into her mouth and devoured her? Or better yet, stuck his face between her legs and licked away all that warm cream?
    He was going to drive himself insane if he didn’t stop.

Chapter Ten
    Cheyenne felt like pouring her entire bottle of water over her face. When Parker reached up to turn off the lamp, leaving the television as the only light in the room, she felt a small bit of tension leave her body. At least now maybe they wouldn’t see the hard marbles her nipples had become.
    Her panties were soaked and between her legs burned so hot, she had to struggle to keep from squeezing her thighs together to at least get some relief. All through that scene, she imagined her agents doing that to her.
    They would bend her over, push their fingers inside, and fill her, taking away this ache that now nearly overruled every ounce of common sense she’d once had. And now didn’t. She reached for another piece of popcorn and let her arm softly graze across her nipple. It was all she could do to not moan out loud at the touch.
    God, she wished it was theirs.
    She wanted one of them to squeeze and suck her nipples—even bite them—while the other licked between her legs like she now licked the popcorn from her finger. She jerked her hand away from her mouth as the searing heat of a blush moved over her face.
    Did they see her?
    She glanced over at them. Both appeared to be glued to the television, but one quick glance at Parker’s lap proved he hadn’t been unaffected. She bit her lip. Wow. Was he really that big, or was it the way he was sitting that created the illusion? After her experience with men, she’d begun to wonder if the large cocks of romance novels even existed. If what rested behind the zipper of Parker’s jeans was any indication, they most certainly did.
    She turned to Grayson, wondering if he was in the same boat. He’d put a pillow over his lap, not allowing her to see what prize lay beneath. She smiled slightly as she returned her attention to the show. At least she wasn’t the only one horny as hell.
    Although that could prove to be a very bad thing.
    What were the chances that all three of them would keep their composure? One thing was for sure: she was quickly losing hers.
    She wanted sex. Badly.
    * * * *
    The loud pounding at her bedroom door only intensified the harsh throbbing behind her eyes. She groaned and scowled toward the door. “What?” she snapped.
    There was a moment of silence before Grayson’s voice came through the door. “We’re heading out for a hike. Get up and get dressed.”
    Cheyenne rolled to her back and sighed up at the dark wood ceiling. Dark room, dark walls, dark mood. Did she want to go hiking? Yes.
    Did she want to go hiking with them right now?
    She threw the covers off her and then rolled to a sitting position. Her feet touched the soft throw rug that covered the hardwood floors, and she took a moment to run her toes through the thick shag. Just like last night, her mind went to her protectors. The softness of the carpet reminded her of their thick hair and how it might feel to run her fingers through it, grab a handful, and tug it closer to whatever body part they had their mouths around.
    Good Lord! When was this going to stop?
    When she had sex with them…probably.
    Should she accept the inevitable? Hint at what she wanted? Even go so far as to make the first move?
    But which one would she move