made her shake. Rafe adjusted his stance and thrust in one last time
with a groan as he fingered her clit and sent her over the edge.
Laura let the orgasm pulse across her flesh. Rafe was still
thrusting, holding their hips together as he pumped out his own
orgasm. His whole body went rigid, and then he let himself fall
forward so they were chest to chest.
“Thank you, bella. I’ve waited a long time for that.” He kissed her and then pushed himself up.
Laura started to struggle to get up, but suddenly strong arms lifted
her off the counter, and she was cradled against a big, muscular chest.
“He was rough on you, baby,” Cam said, a hint of rebuke in his
voice as he cuddled her close. Laura threw her arms around his neck.
Cam hadn’t given her a chance to fix her skirt. Her bare ass was
hanging out, but Cam started toward the hallway. “He didn’t even get
your clothes off. What was he thinking?”
Laura was dazed as he kicked open the door to her bedroom and
gently laid her on the queen-size bed. Only the light from the hallway
penetrated the bedroom. Cam’s body was a huge shadow towering
over her, but his hands were gentle as he reached out for the buttons
of her blouse.
“I wasn’t thinking,” Rafe said, stepping into the doorway and
blocking the light. “I just wanted to get inside her.”
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Rafe flipped the light on, and Laura got a good look at him. He’d
shed his shirt and his slacks. He walked into the room wearing
nothing but his dark cotton boxers. Cam’s hands released the buttons
on her blouse and smoothed it back, his touch light against her skin.
After the storm of making love with Rafe, Cam was so soft and tender
that Laura relaxed into the bed.
It seemed unreal, like a fever dream, but she didn’t want to wake
up. Her body was humming with satisfaction, and now another wave
of arousal swept over her. As Cam looked down, she got restless with
desire. Cam was here. Rafe was here. They weren’t rejecting her.
“And I want to make it last,” Cam said quietly. He sat on the bed
beside her. “I want to see her. I’ve waited so long to see her without
all these clothes.”
Cam was different than she’d expected. He was so big and badass
that his sudden tenderness really disarmed her. When she’d thought
about making love with Cameron Briggs, she’d imagined it would be
wild and tempestuous, but emotion flowed from Laura as Cam flicked
open the front clasp of her bra and uncovered her breasts. His eyes
flared, and his hand trembled slightly as he brought it to her breast.
He grazed the peaks with his fingertips. Laura groaned as her nipples
tightened under his touch.
“Do you want me to go away?”
Rafe stood at the edge of the bed. His eyes shifted from her to
Cam. There was an awkward hesitance in his stance that she’d never
seen before. Rafe was always confident.
Cam turned slightly, and Laura got the feeling that Rafe hadn’t
been talking to her. He was talking to Cam. “Do you want to stay?”
“I do. I wasn’t sure I would, but I do. I want to watch you with
her.”
Cam nodded. “Then stay. But we’ll have a lot to talk about come
morning.”
Laura would have asked about that, but Cam leaned over and put
his mouth on her breast. She couldn’t think past that tongue licking on
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her flesh. He was stretched out beside her, still dressed. The rough
denim rasped against her side. She wanted him on top of her, but he
held back. Laura wiggled, the sensation causing her to move. Cam’s
hand came down on her arms.
“Don’t move, sweetheart. I want to enjoy you. Let me make you
feel good.” He spoke the words against her skin, lighting it up with
prickles of fire.
Laura relaxed and let her hands find his hair. Cam kept his golden
hair short, but it was soft, so soft. The lips at her nipple suddenly
pulled and tugged. She felt the soft scrape of his teeth on her flesh. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and lavished it with affection. He
whirled his tongue around and around before kissing his way to the
opposite breast and starting the process again.
She was helpless to do anything. Where Rafe had been aggressive
and quick, Cam was slow and seductive. Time seemed to still as he
played with her. He licked and nipped at her breasts while his hands
ran all over her torso. He finally kissed his way up to her neck and
nuzzled her there.
“You’re killing me,” Laura managed to whisper. He was making
her tremble. Her every nerve was past ready for him to move to her
center, but he kissed the curve of her neck and ran his tongue along
the shell of her ear.
“No, I’m enjoying you.” The words were spoken softly into her
ear. The heat of his breath was just another decadent sensation to be
had. “You see, I know that Rafe is the gourmet. I know I sit in a fancy
restaurant like an idiot and order a hamburger when I could have
something froufrou. I’m not that classy. I don’t care what wine tastes
like as long as it gets me drunk, but this—this I want to savor. I’m a
connoisseur of you, sweetheart.”
He planted his lips on top of hers and took her mouth. His tongue
slid in, gliding along hers, not allowing an inch of her to go untasted.
Laura heard Rafe leave the room. The door to her bathroom squeaked
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open. Cam kissed her, slanting his mouth over and over as he got at
every angle possible. His hands played in her hair.
There was a sudden warm, wet sensation at her pussy.
“It’s just a warm rag, bella.” Rafe was at the end of the bed. “If what Cam says is true, I think he’s going to spend some time here.”
Cam turned, and they both looked down her body at Rafe. He was
gently washing her pussy. The sensation left her feeling raw and
exposed, but it wasn’t a bad thing. It was a sweet ache.
Cam turned back, a smile on his normally hard face. “I’m
definitely spending a little time down there. I bet you taste sweet.”
Cam stood and began to quickly shrug out of his clothes. He
pulled his T-shirt over his head and shucked his jeans and boxers in
one smooth move. Cam was the only one of them who had changed
after work. Cam changed out of his suit and tie as quickly as he could,
sometimes ducking into a bathroom before they even left the office.
Laura knew he preferred street clothes, but now she knew what he
looked best in. Nothing at all.
Cam stood over her. He was enormous in every sense of the word.
His shoulders were wide, the muscles bunching as he tossed his shirt
off the bed. His cut chest tapered down to lean hips and strongly
muscled legs. And his cock. Damn. She’d thought Rafe had the
largest cock she would ever see. Cam topped him. His cock was
thrusting up, bobbing, the head close to his navel. His thick, heavy
balls had pulled up against his body.
“Give me the clothes, sweetheart,” he
said softly, his voice
belying the rough, masculine look of his body. “I want to be skin to
skin.”
With shaky hands, Laura pushed herself up and let the blouse fall
off her arms. She shrugged out of the bra. She felt a little self-
conscious. Rafe and Cam were ridiculously perfect. She tried, but she
knew she wasn’t really in their league. She was attractive, but they
were practically Greek gods.
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“You’re beautiful.” Cam pulled the skirt off her hips and reached
for the rest of her clothes. “You’re so fucking beautiful to me.”
“I call you beautiful all the time, bella,” Rafe added.
She wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t about to argue. Then she
couldn’t think because Cam was climbing on top of her. He’d said he
wanted to be skin to skin, and suddenly it seemed like he was kissing
every part of her. Their chests met, and their bellies snuggled. Their
knees knocked together, and his feet played against hers. His lips
covered her mouth in a soul-sinking kiss.
The world melted away as Cam kissed his way down her body. It
narrowed and got smaller and more intimate. The case and all the
stress fell away until it was just her and Cam and Rafe.
Cam settled between her legs and shoved his nose into her pussy,
breathing in her scent.
“This vintage has an excellent nose,” Cam said, grinning. He had
said it with just a hint of Rafe’s inflection, poking fun at Laura and
Rafe’s recent wine experiments. “But I really love the flavor.”
His tongue came out, and he licked a long slow path through her
pussy.
Laura felt her back bow. Cam set in, eating her pussy. She let her
head roll from one side to the other, the pressure building with every
swipe of his talented tongue. She was wetter than she could ever
remember being. She opened her eyes, and Rafe was sitting on the
chair by her bed. It was the same chair where she sat every night
trying to read before she went to bed. Now she wouldn’t be able to
think about that chair without seeing Rafe in it. His boxers were
shoved down, and he had that magnificent cock in his hand, pumping
it slowly as he watched Cam devouring her pussy. His eyes were half
lidded, but there was no doubt that he was focused. That hand moved
up and down, from base to tip, over and over.
“He’s thinking about fucking you,” Cam said, his eyes on hers.
“He’s remembering just how tight this cunt is.”
Laura groaned as he worked two fingers deep inside her.
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“She was so tight, Cam. That cunt of hers clamped down on me so
hard,” Rafe said on a guttural groan.
“I bet she’s tight everywhere.” There was suddenly a dark,
delicious pressure on her anus. “How about here, sweetheart? You
ever been fucked here before?”
“No.” The word came out in a breathless squeak. She squirmed. It
was so wrong, that finger teasing her anus. Still she couldn’t help but
wonder what it be like to have Rafe in her pussy and Cam in her ass.
“A little virgin asshole. That gets me hard, sweetheart. But it will
have to wait. I won’t hurt you.” Cam surged up and was spreading her
legs before she could take another breath.
“Cameron, suit up before you get inside her.” Rafe’s rough voice
reminded her that he was here, watching as she was just about fuck
his best friend.
Cam grabbed a condom from his discarded pants and rolled it on.
“I can be satisfied with this pussy for the night, but you should know,
I will have that ass, Laura. It’s going to belong to me.”
He thrust in, his cock splitting her in one long stroke.
His pelvis ground down in perfect harmony with that hard cock
hitting her G-spot. Laura called out his name as she came.
Cam seemed to let himself go. He thrust in over and over again.
His head fell forward as he groaned and every muscle stiffened. He
fell forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
“My turn.” Rafe stood over them, his dick standing at rigid
attention.
Cam’s head came up. “You won’t get any sleep tonight,
sweetheart.”
He’d barely rolled off her before Rafe was on top, his mouth
coming down on hers.
Laura sighed and gave herself over to her men.
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Chapter Five
Bliss –Present day
Rafe felt like an idiot in expensive slacks and a T-shirt that
proclaimed The Trading Post was Bliss’s one-stop murder clean-up
shop. He made his way out of the bathroom, the suit coat and dress
shirt he’d previously worn tucked over his arm.
“See, that looks much better,” Wolf Meyer said with a sarcastic
grin on his face. “So much more comfortable than that suit.”
Rafe stared at Wolf. What kind of name was Wolf? And what the
hell had happened? How was Laura engaged? His heart constricted at
the thought, but he just didn’t buy it. She didn’t have a ring on her
finger. “I prefer the suit, but if this is what Laura wants me to wear,
I’ll suffer through it. She knows the town better than I do. I see she
likes to be comfortable, too. She used to dress even better than I do.
And, of course, she loved jewelry. I’m surprised she isn’t showing off
an engagement ring.”
Rafe had very quickly figured out that Wolf Meyer was a
possessive son of a bitch. Rafe had spent the last ten years of his life on a BAU team. He knew how to read people. Wolf Meyer was
former military, maybe Special Forces. The man was all alpha male
with a strong streak of snark. No way did Wolf Meyer not buy the
woman he was going to marry a ring. He would want some physical
mark of his ownership. Rafe would, too. If he managed to convince
Laura to marry him, he would have a ring on her finger in a heartbeat.
Of course, Cam would probably take it a step further. He would
want a tattoo on her ass, something that couldn’t slip off her body.
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Wolf didn’t even blink. “You know how we country folk are,
Special Agent. We tend to downplay things like that. Really, our love
is far more important than a ring. At least that’s what she told me.
We’re saving up for the downpayment on a bigger cabin.”
Bullshit. Rafe didn’t believe that for a second. If Wolf Meyer
wanted a ring on her finger, it would be there. Rafe had a lot in
common with Wolf.
Nope. Something was wrong with Laura’s little engagement.
And something was definitely wrong with this town.
“Here’s some fresh baked cookies, Special Agent,” Teeny Green
said, putting a plate on the little table. “I, personally, am very glad you’re here. Oh, I know that everyone else will go into lockdown
mode including my wife, but something has to be done. We can’t
keep having all these murders. First it was that dreadful man after
Rachel and then those bikers. They needed to bathe more often, I tell
you. If you’re going to murder someone, at least h
ave the common
courtesy of smelling nice, I say.”
Rafe listened to the woman go on about the grooming habits of
the Russian mob and realized that he hadn’t met a single person in
this town who he wouldn’t flag as potentially insane. From Wolf
Meyer, who lied like a pro, to that dude who greeted them with his
dick hanging out at that Mountain and Valley place.
Rafe looked around. Where had Laura gone? Two women
whispered outside a curtained-off section on the second floor of the
store that seemed to sell everything from souvenirs to groceries to
fishing equipment. Rafe could see them from the ground floor. They
were Laura’s friends, the redhead and the one who previously
couldn’t speak. She didn’t seem to have that trouble now. Charm
hadn’t worked on them. Maybe it was time to take a play from Cam’s
book and be a bit of a bully.
Rafe couldn’t let Laura go. If she slipped out the back, he might
not be able to find her again. Rafe needed to know she was safe. The
sick feeling he’d had in his stomach every day since she’d walked out
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was back. He’d gotten so used to it, it had felt normal, only going
away when he’d set eyes on her.
“Do you think I should make more cookies, Special Agent?”
Teeny asked. “Your partner looks like a man who likes to eat.”
Cam was still in the bathroom putting on his undercover wear.
Cam would probably be thrilled to do the whole assignment in jeans
and a snarky shirt. “Cam can put away more food than an elephant,
but he’s not the only one.”
Wolf Meyer looked up, his face a mask of innocence. All six of
the cookies were gone. “They were awfully good.”
Rafe turned away as Teeny began to nag the big guy about
sharing.
He clenched his fists at the base of the stairs and made his
decision. Laura wasn’t getting away. He felt a little rush of rage. All this time he’d blamed himself for her running, but wasn’t she to
blame, too? He’d fucked up. He knew that. He’d fucked up, and she’d
paid the price, but she was the one who left without a word. She was
the one who had punished him and Cam for five long years. She was
the one who hadn’t wanted to listen to explanations or apologies.