Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel (12 page)

“Babe, you’d better be careful not to burn,” Rogan said to her through the small half windshield that separated them. “We want that skin touchable, don’t we, E?”

Never timid, her Rogan, and not even now, in this … unusual situation. But since
she
was no longer shy, either, it didn’t faze her, this reference to being shared by them. She only laughed and said, “You’re right. But I just got comfy.”

Just then, Ethan appeared from the back of the boat, where he’d been investigating some skiing equipment stored in bins. “Never fear, birthday girl, I’m here. You don’t have to move.”

“My hero,” she teased, more than happy to let him put on her sunscreen.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d helped her out this way, and he wasted no time digging into her beach bag and extracting a bottle. Taking a seat near her feet, wearing the red swim trunks they’d picked out together last summer, he sprayed coconut-scented liquid into his hand, then proceeded to apply it, starting at her ankles and slowly working his way upward, massaging it thoroughly into her skin to leave it looking slick and shiny when he was done.

She found herself tenderly biting her lip as she watched—his hands felt good as he took turns rubbing the sunscreen into each calf, going all the way around her leg, not missing a spot. And then she realized she felt his touch in her breasts, too, and between her legs. Wow, she was getting excited. Just from sunscreen.

Was it because they weren’t alone, because Rogan was there? Or because she always found something about the sun on her skin sensual in and of itself? It truly felt like the sun was touching her, and maybe Ethan’s
added
touch was just enough to elicit such reactions. Or was it simply one more response to everything happening this weekend, one more awareness? Maybe
any
sort of touch would turn her on right now.

Whatever the case, she heard her own sexy sigh waft upward as his hands slid over her knees. Somehow he’d scooted between her legs now, which meant she’d parted them without even thinking.

And it was in that moment when, beyond Ethan, she caught sight of Rogan. The man in the driver’s seat watched the sunscreen application with rapt interest, his dark eyes becoming shaded with lust, that fast. She sucked in her breath in response. But she no longer felt nervous about any of this—she’d truly shed that emotion, truly stepped beyond it now. All she felt was a curious anticipation to see where this would lead.

The scent of coconut smelled more exotic than usual when Ethan sprayed more into his palm, then began smoothing it over one thigh. She spread her legs still farther, without thought, naturally. And when a small “Mmm” escaped her, his eyes rose to hers and her pussy flared with even more arousal. Neither said anything, but it was clear they both experienced the same gathering desire.

When Rogan cut the boat’s engine, leaving only silence while the boat teetered on the water, she looked around and drank in the wonderful isolation. Occasionally another boat passed by, but only in the distance, and it made her thankful for the vastness of the great lake—even out in the open, they were alone here.

She was only vaguely aware of Rogan getting up, moving to the back of the boat, dropping the anchor off the stern to keep them from drifting too far—because Ethan remained busy massaging sunscreen high onto her legs. Now he worked at both inner thighs and she instinctively spread them open wide. She glanced down, saw what he saw, and felt naughty—but in the good way, the way she wanted to feel it from now on. She could hear herself breathing.

And when he eased his fingertips right up the edge of her bikini bottoms but not beyond, she sucked in her breath—and wanted more.

“You should, uh, take off your sarong,” he told her softly. “It’s in my way.”

Without saying a word, she untied the loose knot at one hip and let the sheer fabric drop to her sides, then leaned back on her elbows, patient, waiting.

From there, Ethan began applying the sunscreen onto her stomach, setting the bottle aside again to use both hands. He smoothed it upward, under her breasts, then worked his way back down, again being sure to rub it in right up against the bikini bottoms that began several inches below her navel. She liked watching him work, taking in his every move, seeing his hands, fingers, on her skin.

She noticed in her peripheral vision when Rogan took the captain’s seat again—he was watching, and now drinking a beer, the same way she thought he might observe a stripper on a stage. But her change in mindset was so complete that nothing about it turned her off—in fact, it turned her
on
. To be what she wanted to be this weekend, to have what she wanted to have with these two men, she had to welcome a little objectification. She had to take pleasure in seeing herself as a tool for
their
pleasure. And as long as that brought
her
pleasure, she didn’t see any harm.

Continuing his ascension up her body, Ethan sprayed a burst of sunscreen directly on her chest, between the triangles that covered her. He used both hands, mostly fingers now, to spread and knead it to the edges of her top. And at the very second her breasts longed for even more of his touch, he boldly slipped his fingertips inside both flowered triangles and slid his palms fully over her tits, the move pushing the bits of fabric completely aside. She sucked in her breath, and as he began a slow massage over her sunscreen-slickened flesh, a moan wafted from her throat. She felt his firm, deep caresses squarely in her bikini bottoms, and though she liked watching the way he touched her, molding her breasts, she let her eyes fall shut for a moment just to soak in the delicious sensations.

“Feel good, baby?” he murmured.

At first all she could do was sigh her response. But then she managed, “Best time I’ve had putting on sunscreen—ever.”

He flashed a lascivious grin in reply, and the sound of Rogan’s deep chuckle a few feet away somehow only deepened the hunger she suffered between her thighs.

But she didn’t want to rush this, or even direct it. Yes, Ethan had encouraged her to be aggressive if she wanted—but right now she was enjoying this just as it was, letting it progress on its own. Only whereas last night that feeling had frequently been laced with nervousness, uncertainty, today it came with a growing confidence, a true acceptance of where she was, what she was experiencing, and how much she was starting to let herself bask in it.

“Damn, I want you,” Ethan murmured—and then, still sitting between her legs, he ran his thumb up the center of her crotch, making her gasp as the tingling heat of it fluttered all through her.

Reaching down to both her hips, he found the strings tying her bikini bottoms and simultaneously pulled until they fell away, leaving her exposed before him—and before Rogan, too. Ethan let out a low growl at the sight, and she heard herself whisper, “Please.”

“Please what, honey?”

“Please fuck me,” she said, softly, but with full self-assurance.

“Mmm, couldn’t stop me if you tried,” he said. And then he was undoing the front of his swim trunks, and his hard cock burst free, and Mira realized how badly she wanted him—
it
—right now. It was as if last night had somehow primed her, readied her—and yet because she hadn’t succeeded in fully letting herself go then, she hadn’t gotten enough, not even close, and now she wanted more. Unashamedly.

Kneeling on the boat’s cushioned bow, Ethan gripped her outer thighs and lifted her legs across his, bringing the key parts of their bodies into proximity. Then he used one hand to position his sturdy erection—until he was easing it inside her.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned as it smoothly filled the place that had suddenly seemed so vacant. Nothing in the world could have felt better in that moment, or more satisfying. She leaned her head back and shut her eyes as the sensation washed over her, rushing through her like a brisk ocean wave. “God, yes,” she murmured.

Ethan said nothing in return, but his eyes shone glassy with dark arousal as he began to slide in and out of her pussy with firm, even strokes. She felt each at her very core, as if the shaft reached much farther into her body than was actually possible.

“Damn, I’m getting jealous back here.”

Ethan’s rhythm didn’t change when Rogan spoke, but Mira’s gaze drifted from the spot where Ethan entered her to land on their companion. She met his dark eyes as Ethan’s cock pistoned into her moisture, again, again. And then she did the thing that truly proved to herself, if any doubt at all had remained, that all her good-girl concerns were a thing of the past—she said exactly what came to mind without even weighing it. “No need for jealousy.” Then she held up her hand and curled one finger toward her, summoning him.

A few seconds later, Rogan stood at her side in the walkway that cut between the cushioned seating—then he was dropping to his knees and leaning over to draw one nipple into his mouth.

“The sunscreen,” she warned.

But he only paused to say, “I don’t give a damn,” then resumed raking his tongue over the pointed peak as he smoothed one palm across her belly.

And there it was again, that extraordinary sensation she’d briefly allowed herself to get lost in last night: two men’s hands on her at once, two men working to pleasure her at the same time.

She watched Rogan kissing and suckling her tit, drinking in the delights he delivered, then raised her gaze beyond him to Ethan, whose face now flushed with excitement. She peered directly into his eyes and didn’t attempt to disguise in any way how good it all felt. She bit her lip, so well-pleasured that it was almost agonizing.

“Wanna make you feel
so
good,” Ethan murmured to her.

“You are,” she whispered, her breath gone slightly ragged. “You both are.” That was what he’d wanted, after all, right? For her to enjoy being with them both at the same time. And oh God, she was—she really was.

As she met Ethan’s strokes, she also found herself raising her chest slightly, just enough to press the tip of her breast a little deeper into Rogan’s mouth. Part of the time, she let her eyes fall closed and simply luxuriated in the hot sensations being showered upon her beneath the warmth of the midday sun. But at other moments, she enjoyed keeping her eyes wide open, watching the naughty sex she was taking part in. She felt like a woman in a porn movie, and though she’d always sensed, heard, read that those girls weren’t really having a good time, right now she had to wonder if that was always true.

When Rogan, whose long-lashed lids had been shut as he feasted on her breast, suddenly opened his eyes to find her watching him, the feeling moved through her physically, affecting her as deeply as any touch or kiss. Because his face was so close to hers. While he was kissing her nipple. While Ethan was fucking her. She’d just … never expected to find herself caught up in such strange intimacy. With Rogan Wolfe, no less.

Like when he’d been inside her last night, she experienced that unsettling sense of connection to him, connection she shouldn’t be feeling—since this was all about lust and sex and pleasure. And if anyone was supposed to be growing closer here, she reminded herself once again, it was her and Ethan. And yes, that was happening, undeniably. But right now, again, as she let Rogan and Ethan witness this wild and erotic new side of her, as she let herself open up to physical delights in a more extreme way than she ever had before … God, it was impossible not to feel shockingly close to Rogan, too. In a different way maybe. They’d spent more than four years apart. But perhaps that made it even more powerful in a sense. God knew it was more
startling
—at least for her.

After a while, Rogan released her breast from his mouth and quietly pushed to his feet, opening his black trunks to extract his large erection. Larger than Ethan’s. Just by a little. So little that it barely mattered—it wasn’t something she could feel; it was simply something she saw. Now he positioned himself next to her to hold that big cock down, rubbing it back and forth across the same nipple still left moistened from his mouth.

Ethan continued to slide in and out of her and she couldn’t help admiring his amazing staying power. Steady in so many ways, Ethan—steady in even
this
way.

And as she continued basking in the hot, nasty joys they brought her, it hit her that now the two guys had reversed positions from last night when they’d been on the bed together, and she realized why that had been the most exciting part: not only because they were both working on her but because she was experiencing both cocks at the same time, both rigid shafts pleasuring her at once, just in different fashions.

And when Ethan began to rub his thumb expertly over her clit—oh Lord, she craved
more
of that sensation of having two cocks.

Working on pure, guttural instinct, she reached for Rogan’s dick, wrapping her hand fully and boldly around it—oh God, it was like stone in her grip—and murmured, “Want it in my mouth.”

“Aw, babe,” he rasped—then he let her pull his erection toward her face as she turned her head slightly, parting her lips, hungering for it in a way she never had before. She simply knew the yearning to have it inside her in some way—if she had two at her disposal, she suddenly wanted to experience them at once, together, fully and intensely. Her mouth physically ached for the stimulation of taking it in.

Still, she didn’t want to end up overwhelmed, so as she drew the penis near, she simply licked at the head—and mmm, loved the feel of it on her tongue, the taste of the pre-come. Part of her wanted to look at Ethan, to let him know she was thinking about him, but the urge to keep her eyes on Rogan’s dick overrode that. She licked it again, this time running her tongue sensually around the entire engorged tip, and thought of the playful ministrations—almost like teasing herself with what she wasn’t quite yet having.

Rogan’s hot sighs wafted down over her as Ethan said, “Aw, honey, you look so hot right now, so amazing.” And with her tongue still touching Rogan’s shaft, she glanced up at her boyfriend and felt the full measure of the shared lust filling the boat.