ChasingSin (9 page)

Snyder leaned forward, his teeth finding one of her nipples
just as Tripp shifted his hand to press his fingertips against her opening. She
bowed back, jutting out her chest in offering while staying mindful of the
man’s head between her legs.

Her body raged out of control and she didn’t seem to be of
the mind to stop it.

Tripp’s hand tapped lightly against her thigh as he urged
her to shift one of her legs. As she set her foot against the wood planks, he
surprised her by driving two fingers inside her pussy. A shudder of excitement
coursed through her. His fingers withdrew only to push into her again, starting
a rhythm she came to love. She rode his fingers, urgently seeking release by
any means necessary, pushing back against the fingers buried in her cunt.

Once again, she found herself tethered between the two men.

Snyder had been right,
this
was home.

She’d never been the recipient of this much love and hope.
This much unwavering passion to live life to the fullest no matter what. Their
enthusiasm for her was intoxicating. She returned it, gifting them just as they
gifted her with their remarkable love.

Tripp tapped his free hand against the back of her thigh.
“Move up for me, love.”

Reluctantly, she slid off his fingers, whimpering at the
loss of contact with Snyder as well. She glanced over her shoulder just as
Tripp slid the two fingers he’d buried in her into his mouth. He smiled around
them as he sucked.

“She is more than ready for you, Snyder.”

He gestured to her with those very same fingers and catching
his meaning, she turned, now straddling his waist to face him. As she leaned
down to kiss him, she slid back, offering herself to Snyder.

His hand slid over the swell of her hip to gently guide her
into position. Something wet and cold skimmed against her anus and she gave a
moan of satisfaction when she realized his intent was to slide into her ass,
not her pussy.

His thumb dipped past the tight ring. “I have wanted to do
this since our first night together. Especially after you confessed that
interesting bit of information about being able to orgasm just from this alone.
Hope you don’t mind.”

She remained still, holding herself in place while he
prepared her as necessary even though all she wanted for him to do was drive
into her. His movements relaxed her, making her feel pliable and so light she
could have been carried off in the hurricane’s winds.

She got so lost in his attentive touch, it came as a
surprise when he slowly pushed into her. When she gasped, Tripp caught her
mouth in a stirring kiss while Snyder took his time working into her ass. The
feeling of fullness spread out, warming her all the way to her core. She relaxed,
keeping her muscles as loose as possible while her body adjusted to the change.

Pleasure spread out in consuming waves as he finally slipped
into her to the hilt. The movement had undoubtedly slid him up Tripp’s cock.
They stayed unmoving as the wind began to pick up around them. The connection
was almost too exceptional, too intimate, to fracture by moving.

But it soon became apparent she needed someone to move. “As
much as I enjoy knowing you’re buried in his ass while he’s buried in mine,
someone needs to make me come soon. Very soon. Or do I need to go get one of my
vibrators?”

The threat had the intended effect. Snyder growled. “You
will do no such thing.” His fingers dug into her hips to hold her immobile as
he began to thrust into her. She allowed Snyder to initiate the pace he wanted.
Whenever he slid onto Tripp, he would nearly withdraw from her. He set the pace
to slow at first and gently rocked to allow her to feel each and every inch of
his cock.

Tripp’s lips suddenly spread in a wide smile.

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that grin for?”

“You. You’re gorgeous like this, my sweet Kate. Your nipples
are brushing against my chest every time Snyder drives into that beautiful ass.
I can only imagine what your cunt feels like right now. Wet and dripping, I bet.”
She nodded as Tripp threaded his fingers through her hair. “We’re going to make
you come, Kate. Hard. And then we’re going to make love to you by burying
ourselves in that hot heaven between your legs.” He tugged her mouth to his,
spearing his tongue into her mouth.

Her fingers dug into his biceps as she emitted a low groan
that dripped with need and want. Her clit was hot and swollen as her arousal
increased. She desperately wanted to reach down and finger it. But she wanted
the orgasm she’d promised them in the hotel room months ago more.

Snyder’s pace began to slowly increase, drawing both her and
Tripp along with him to wherever he decided to take them. He stilled after
pulling her back onto him, and from the position, she could tell he’d seated himself
fully onto Tripp.

The moments they’d been together before hadn’t been this
potent and raw.

She broke the kiss, breathing hard. “I want to come.”

“Sounds as if our girl is going to blow soon.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Tripp nodded just as Snyder’s cock grew harder
inside her, and she knew he had to be anxious for any kind of relief. The glint
in Tripp’s eyes delighted her and she gladly seized the moment to take over.
She pushed back into Snyder, swiveling her hips against him in order to force
him down onto Tripp’s cock. They moved, thrusting and frantically working
toward release like a well-oiled machine.

She slammed onto Snyder, grinding onto him with such force
he had no choice but to take all of Tripp. His shout of release was quickly
carried off in the wind, but she triumphed in the fact she’d done this to
him—to them both.

“Your turn,” she said to Tripp, and reveled when his eyes
lost complete focus as he came as well. The power of the moment washed over her
and she exploded, colors dancing behind her eyes from the intensity. As her
body trembled from the intoxicating release, the men cradled her, holding her
between them where she knew she belonged.

Chapter Seven

Kate woke to the sound of the generator rumbling out on the
front porch. When they’d all finally crawled back into bed, the power had still
been on. The loss of electricity signaled the storm had barreled even closer in
the hour she’d been asleep.

So close, she knew this would all be over soon.

And then she’d have to face the real issue at hand.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw the graceful lines and
planes of Snyder’s back as he slept. Tripp was nowhere to be found, but the
scent of strong coffee drifted in the air and stood as a signal he was already
up and moving around.

If he even went to bed at all.

Her stomach grumbled loudly and she giggled as she slipped
from the bedroom, shutting the door behind her so as not to disturb Snyder. A
quick, cold shower, and five minutes later, she entered the kitchen just as
Tripp slid two over-easy eggs onto a small plate.

“Oh God, I’d forgotten your cooking skills even when there’s
little to work with. I’m so hungry, I could eat a cow.” She’d certainly
expended enough energy with the men over the past twenty-four hours. Certainly
a much different way than how she’d expected to spend her time waiting for the
storm to arrive.

Sex while storm chasing.

“They’ve been better. I can’t promise anything fancy if we
lose the generators, but if we do, beans and franks will be the least of our
worries.”

“What do the forecast models say?”

“She’s showing signs of strengthening.”

Her good mood faded. Even though her forecast track had been
different, she hadn’t foreseen any indication Hurricane Jean would find
something to feed on. The idea that she’d been wrong didn’t sit well with her.

“The eye wall will be here in a few hours. Things are going
to deteriorate very rapidly from now on, as if they weren’t bad enough as it
is. Your next door neighbors lost their car port about fifteen minutes ago.”

He hadn’t pulled any punches and she appreciated it. She
could have simply found out the truth within a few minutes by checking the
laptop on the other side of the counter, but the fact he didn’t gloss things up
meant a lot.

“How does it look outside?”

“Rough and angry.”

She grinned as she forked some of the egg into her mouth.
“Just the way I like it.”

Tripp snorted and sipped his coffee. “Snyder’s still asleep,
I take it? Did we wear him out?”

“What I suspect would be the first time of many if we had
more time.”

He handed her a napkin and a mug. “Decaf for you. Hi-test
for me. Eat up. It may be a few days before you’re going to eat this good
again. And we’ll always have more time, Kate.” He pulled a stool beside her and
sat down with a thud. He elbowed her in the side and smiled. “Or are you going
to raise this baby on your own.”

Kate’s blood suddenly ran cold and the mug slipped out of
her hand.

“Whoa there, sugar.” Tripp neatly caught the mug, spilling a
few drops on the back of his hand as he did. He reached for the stack of napkins
he’d placed in the center of the island and wiped it off.

A sharp pain stabbed behind her eyes and she fought to
swallow the emotion building in her throat. This week hadn’t been going at all
as she planned, and while she could handle the sudden change in her sex life,
this particular subject was the very last thing she wanted to talk about.

“I don’t know—”

Tripp’s hand lifted and cradled her jaw. “Stop, all right?
Don’t cheapen this moment by telling me I don’t know what I’m talking about. My
sister kept me routinely updated all throughout her pregnancy last year, so I’m
familiar with the signs. We may not have seen each other for a few months, but
I still remember sucking on those gorgeous breasts of yours in that hotel room.
You weren’t as sensitive as you were last night.”

Her hands started to shake and she wove her fingers together
in an effort to still them. Tripp placed his hand over hers and smiled. “That’s
why you’ve been running, isn’t it? Why you’ve made it so we’ve had to chase
you.”

She nodded, wetting her lips. He knew, so there was no use
keeping it from him any longer. Doing so would just make matters worse and it
wasn’t as if he hadn’t already figured out the secret she’d been holding onto
for the past few weeks.

“Yes.”

“I don’t have to remind you how unnecessary that is.”

“I know. I already told Snyder I couldn’t tie you two down
with one place. A baby is going to do that without question.”

“Did you ever consider the fact we might want to be tied
down?”

She contemplated what he said and reminded herself she’d
heard those words before. “That’s what Snyder seemed to allude to.”

“Because it’s the truth. You have this irrational fear you
need to get over.”

He was right, as much as it pained her to admit it. “I can
chase these horrific storms. Put myself in danger without blinking an eye and
yet I can’t seem to face the truth standing right in front of me.”

“There’s absolutely no reason you need to face this alone.
We’ll get through this and figure it out just as we always do. We’re problem
solvers, that hasn’t changed. While I don’t consider this a problem, we’ll be
all right.”

The sound of water running in the bathroom signaled Snyder
was up and moving around. The panic that had eased a bit while talking to Tripp
roared to life again. “I know this is wrong of me to ask, but—”

Tripp frowned, his shoulders dropping as he sighed. “He has
the same right to know that I do.”

“I know. I just…I have a few more things to work out in my
head about it. Please just let me do that before you tell him.”

His hair shifted as he shook his head and gave her a stern
glare. “No, you’ll tell him. It’s not my place to. Are you sure you don’t want
to tell him now? The worst of the storm is just about here, and once we’re in
the thick of things, there’s no telling what’s going to happen.”

“We’ll be all right.”

“Of course we will.” Snyder strode into the kitchen with his
usual swagger.

She gave Tripp a pleading look as Snyder shuffled past. The
man at her side hesitated at first and she grabbed his hand when he started to pull
away. He wove their fingers together before she lifted their joined hands to
her mouth and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

He smiled and shook his head as he chuckled quietly. “Never
could say no to you,” he whispered as he pulled their hands to his own mouth
and pressed a kiss to the same spot.

“So what’s on tap today, happy campers? Are we going to get
out there and chase this hurricane or sit here and make googly eyes at each
other all day? Not that it’s a bad plan, but I think we’re all intelligent
enough to think of more appealing things to do if that’s the case.”

Snyder’s enthusiasm was infectious and she found herself
smiling despite what just happened. She would tell Snyder. It just needed to
happen in the right time and the right place. He was caught up in the
anticipation of what today would bring. Hell, she felt it herself and she
wasn’t about to deny him the very thing he loved so much. The very thing he
seemed to live for.

“I was thinking of taking the cameras down to the seawall.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Give me about five minutes to get
everything ready and I’ll meet you two out front.” The front door slammed
seconds later and signaled his evident rush to get things moving.

Tripp tapped her shoulder and she tried not to feel guilty
as she turned to face him. His stern expression softened as he brushed her
bangs out of the way and kissed her forehead.

“I know you’ll tell him when you feel you’re ready, but
remember he gets a say in all of this. He needs to know soon because I know him
well enough that he’s going to want to fawn all over you as much as I want to
do right now.”

“You shouldn’t—”

“Hush. This isn’t something that’s up for argument.” His
lips brushed over hers and a small thrill of comfort shot through her. “Unless
you have other plans, which will still necessitate a lengthy discussion where
Snyder and I try to talk you out of it, we’re all going to raise this baby
together.”

She had an idea what he was referring to, but before she had
a chance to assure him that wasn’t even a choice for her, the front door burst
open. A gust of wind blast through the corridor, scattering the papers full of
data strewn around.

“You two have got to come out back and see this!” Snyder
appeared around the corner, drenched from head to toe and wearing a giddy
smile. Drops of water glistened on his freshly shaven head and he lifted a hand
to scrape them off.

Kate couldn’t help but grin. “He’s like a kid in a candy
store.”

“Just wait.” Tripp pushed around her and started to follow
Snyder as he jogged to the back of the house.

She had no doubt Snyder would approach fatherhood with as
much enthusiasm as he threw into chasing storms. It was that level of
excitement that worried her. She didn’t want to deny him that pleasure in his
life. Putting a baby in his arms would certainly put a damper on things. She
wasn’t out to rope either one of them with raising a child, which is why she’d
held off telling them. But Tripp had been too smart for his own good and
figured it out before she could say anything.

She stood by her decision, especially after seeing them
interact with one another again. Tossing the baby into the mix certainly put a
wrench on their relationship and she’d needed to make sure
she
could
handle it before talking to the men. Those were the type of decisions she meant
when she’d told Tripp she needed to work through things before going to Snyder.

She should have known he was up to something when he’d
handed her the mug of coffee. He would have known she’d never drink a cup of
decaf in her life. They shared the same philosophy—full throttle or nothing.

As she shut the door behind her, Tripp stood off to her left
and Snyder let out a loud holler to her right. He’s stepped out from the cover
of the porch to an unprotected area by the stairs and spread his arms wide to
the wind and rain battering at his body.

“Worse than a kid in a candy store.” She shook her head and
watched the monstrous waves churn toward the shore. Tripp had been right, the
ocean was rough and angry. The Gulf’s water had been turned a muddy brown from
all the sand the storm was churning up and white foam flew through the air from
the action of the water.

Snyder gave another holler as a powerful wave hit the
pilings underneath their feet. The house creaked as the water started to recede
and she grabbed for the door casing behind her for support. The powerful sea
was determined to make its mark on the land, however, and slammed into the
piling again before the water even had a chance to pull away.

Conditions had deteriorated faster than she’d expected and
her stomach rolled as she noticed a row of waves that seemed to aim right for
their location. This thing seemed to be growing more powerful by the minute.

“Get back!” She shouted over her shoulder for Snyder the
same time Tripp yelled for her. Neither seemed to heed one another’s warning,
and by the time she spun to call out to Snyder, the first of the waves slammed
into the supports. The house shook violently as the water spray lofted high in
the air, soaking everyone.

The house gave a horrific shake as the ferocious waves
slammed into the support structure below their feet. A loud crack split the air
and Kate was thrown into Tripp as everything seemed to fall out from under
them. Another loud noise rent the air and she wrenched out of Tripp’s firm
hold.

Before she’d taken two steps, she watched the porch
disappear under Snyder and he vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.

“No!” she screamed as she ran for the edge, uncaring about
the fact the waves slamming into the house seemed to be getting even stronger.
She dropped to her knees just before the edge and used the wet surface to slide
forward.

Snyder’s eyes met hers as she peeked over the ledge. He’d
managed to catch a piece of wood as he’d fallen when the water had washed out
part of the pilings under the porch. Water swirled ominously under his feet and
tightened the knot of fear around her heart.

This could go very bad, very quickly.

“Give me your hand,” she ordered, inching forward as she
extended her hand toward him.

Snyder shook his head and shifted his grip on the slick
wood. “Get back, Kate. It’s not safe. You don’t know when this whole thing will
collapse.”

She did not have time to argue with him on this.

“Tripp, help me!” Kate screeched over her shoulder,
completely ignoring Snyder’s demand. Satisfied when she saw Tripp already
making his way toward them, she turned back to Snyder. “We’ve been through too
much for me to abandon you now. You’ve always rescued me time and time
again—now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

When he started to protest again, she took matters into her
own hands and clamped her hand around his wrist, grinning down at his menacing
scowl. “Someone has to be the sane one in this fucked up relationship we’ve
started. Who the hell else will teach our kid scruples?”

His grip faltered and she immediately took the extra weight.
She expected her surprising confession would catch him off guard and she was
pleased to see she had been right. Tripp’s strong hands enveloped her waist and
she pulled on Snyder, her grip fortified by Tripp’s hold.

They both managed to get their feet under them to use their
legs for the leverage needed to pull Snyder from over the brink. The wood
slicked with salt water caused Tripp to slip backward and she and Snyder
tumbled with him.

The force of the hit and the howling wind stole her breath
and it took a few seconds for her to recover the air she needed to breathe. As
she opened her eyes, she found Snyder glaring at her. His anger matched that of
the storm’s.