by Vanessa Vale
Shane nodded. “We would never hurt you.”
“I don’t doubt you.” She set her hand over her heart. “I doubt me.”
“At Poppy’s party, you went with us around the barn.”
She gave a small smile and blushed prettily. “I wasn’t thinking with my head.”
“Then think with your pussy,” Shane said. “It’s pretty smart. It wants us, doesn’t it?”
She stared at him wide-eyed, then laughed.
“That’s what I’ve been doing wrong all this time? I need to trust my pussy?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I told her. “What’s it saying right now?”
She bit her lip and glanced at us through her dark lashes. There was her inner sex kitten. She just didn’t even know it was there.
“It’s saying to have my way with two hot cowboys.”
9
EVE
In less than five minutes, we were naked. I knelt on Shane’s bed before them. I was taking turns with them, sucking their cocks, learning every inch of their hard bodies. They stood before the bed side by side. A dick buffet, just for me.
I’d messed up. Epically. Yet Finch forgave me without shaming me, without making me feel like shit—worse than I’d already piled on myself—and moved on. He’d recognized there had been a reason for it. Wanted the explanation instead of backhanding me or walking away.
When I’d told them the truth? When I’d finally opened up about my past, they hadn’t used it like a weapon against me, hadn’t found me weak for staying as long as I had with Chad. They’d said I was strong.
Strong! Their acceptance of me, their desire to be with me just the way I was, knocked down the last of the walls I’d put up around my heart. I’d been avoiding men in general for so long I’d been blind to how perfect they were. How good. Honorable. Real. Poppy was right. They were perfect for me.
I wasn’t expecting them to propose marriage, but I was open to more. To see where this took us. And so far it was pretty damned good. I showed them how much by lavishing them with attention. Hands and mouth on their bodies, their dicks.
“Enough,” Finch said, setting his hand on my shoulder and moving me back so I sat on my heels on the bed. My mouth popped from his dick like a kid losing a lollipop. “Or this is going to be over before it gets started.”
I felt powerful then, knowing I could not only make them feel good, but make them lose control. With the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth.
Shane held up a condom. “We never talked about protection. It’s our job to keep you safe. I’m clean and I’ve never gone without a condom before.”
“Same with me,” Finch added. “I’d love to go bare with you, but it’s your call.”
My pussy clenched at the idea of nothing between us.
“I get the shot, so I’m protected from pregnancy. I was tested when I left Chad.” I folded my hands in my lap, looked down at how my fingers were clasped together. “I told you I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“Sugar,” Finch said, his voice so gentle I looked up at him in surprise. “Condom, no condom, your call. What’s it going to be? Because we’re getting our dicks in you in the next thirty seconds either way.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “No condom.”
Finch sighed and grabbed me, lifted me and dropped me onto the bed. I bounced and he settled over me. “Ready for us?” he asked, his chocolate eyes focused on mine. His hand settled between my thighs and worked my pussy, circling my clit, dipping inside and nudging my G-spot to see. I was wet and quickly writhing beneath him. “You are.”
He didn’t wait a second longer, just moved his hand away and his cock pushed into me… one inch at a time. The slow friction was incredible. The press of his weight—even though he held himself off me—was comforting.
His pace was slow. Too slow and I told him that.
“I’ve got a pussy practically strangling my bare dick. I can feel how hot you are. How wet. Nothing between us. I’m taking my fucking time.”
I could only nod because I agreed. There was something different about it. Not just the feel but the closeness. I’d shared my dark past with them, my feelings. I was laid bare, not just in body but in heart.
Yes, I was giving it to them. Too fast, definitely, but they were everything I’d imagined and then some. And they had really big dicks and knew how to use them.
Shane dropped onto the bed beside us, began to stroke himself as he watched. “We need to get a plug for your ass. Get it ready for us to claim. Can you imagine? Finch in your pussy like he is now while I’m in your ass?”
I moaned, arched my back at his words. I could imagine it. Between both of them, being taken.
“She likes that idea,” Finch growled. “Just got wetter.”
“I’m going to come.” I was. I did. All from dirty talk and a skilled dick. How had I missed out on man-induced orgasms my whole life?
“Fuck, me too. Too good going bare.” Finch thrust deep one last time, filled me. When he pulled back, the hot rush of cum slipped out. I’d never felt that before, his hot release coating me.
He sat back, looked down, saw it. “That’s hot as fuck.”
Shane shifted up onto his elbow and looked between my legs as Finch moved away. Instinctively I pulled my knees together, but his hand stopped me. “Oh no. Let’s see your pussy. All nice and fucked.”
I flicked my gaze up to Shane as his finger ran through my folds, feeling Finch’s cum and my arousal.
“Your turn,” I said, ensuring he didn’t feel left out. I had two men, and while big and brawny, they needed equal attention.
He lowered his head and kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me some more as he slid into me, eased by Finch’s cum. He didn’t take his time as Finch had, but took me hard, fast with wet, breathy, flesh-slapping-flesh sounds filling the air.
It was perfect. Dirty. Messy. Skin to skin. We came together that time, and all through the night.
“Don’t kiss me,” I muttered. “I’ve got morning breath.”
The soft nuzzle of Shane’s nose brushed over my cheek, and his lips settled on my ear, kissing it and working down my neck. He smelled like mint and the soap from the shower.
I was barely awake, content snuggled beneath the heavy blanket. Earlier Finch had stirred me long enough to tell me he had to go. Ranch chores. I had no idea what time it had been, but it had been dark out. Now the soft haze of a winter morning came through the window of Shane’s bedroom.
“There are other places I can kiss,” he murmured, pulling the blanket and sheet down off my bare body. “If I remember, you liked my mouth on your nipples, the curve of your hip.”
I yanked the blanket back up, instantly awake. While the room wasn’t cold, it wasn’t as warm as under the covers. “Don’t you dare!” I gripped the edge of the comforter in a death grip.
“What, you don’t like my mouth on your pussy? Last night you screamed about how much you liked it.”
I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. When I pulled it back, it hit the wall above the bed, and I heard the framed print slide. I glanced up, opening one eye. Seeing that all I did was knock it askew, I shut it again and dropped the pillow beside me.
“I need to up my multivitamin to keep pace with you two,” I grumbled and looked at him. He stood beside the bed, his hair still damp from the shower, and he wore his ranger uniform. He smiled.
“God, you’re one of those perky morning people, aren’t you?”
“Sure am.” He winked.
I groaned, rolled onto my side and rubbed my face against the pillow. “I’m not. My pussy’s not awake.”
His hand slid beneath the covers, cupped me. “I can wake it up.”
I wasn’t exactly awake, but I was eager. His hand was magical, knew just how to touch me. Gently, so very carefully at first, as if he knew I might be a little sore. In less than a minute, I was writhing, ready. “I love the feel of our cum in you. Knowing we’ve kept you well
fucked.”
God, the words out of his mouth. I pushed the blanket off, and he set a knee on the bed. He undid his belt and opened his uniform pants, pushed them down just enough to pull out his cock.
I lifted my hand to stop him. He frowned down at me. I hadn’t rejected him before. I wasn’t now, but I needed a moment. “I have to brush my teeth. I can’t kill you with morning breath.”
He grinned, stroking his cock and eyeing every inch of me at the same time. “Like I care.”
“I do,” I grumbled. I was aroused, but I was sticking my ground. This thing between us was new, and I wasn’t driving him away by my funky breath. I climbed from the bed—the opposite side of where Shane stood—and dashed into the bathroom.
“Hurry, Eve. I don’t give a shit about something like that,” he called.
I speed brushed, then returned, found him sprawled on the bed, his hands behind his head. Waiting. A man in uniform with his dick out. Holy shit, he was hot.
What a way to wake up.
“You’re on top,” he said, remaining still and watching me. I wasn’t going to argue. The only thing to do in a situation like this was to climb on.
I did. And I took him for a ride, setting my hand on his chest and lifting and lowering, circling. Rubbing my clit all over him. I was wet from all the times they’d fucked me.
He kept his hands where they were behind his head, letting me set the pace, pretty much using him for my own pleasure.
But he came too, right after me, his eyes clenched shut, his muscles tense. I loved the feel of skin on skin, the hot spurts of cum coating my pussy. As it slid down my thighs while I lifted off him and dropped back into bed. I was marked. His.
I closed my eyes, and he got up. I heard the slide of his zipper, the clank of his metal belt buckle. The blanket was tossed back over me.
“Go back to sleep,” he said. “You’ve used me well. Now I’ve got to head to the office.”
“The forest?”
“Yup.” I heard his footsteps as he cut through his house, heard the front door close. Then nothing.
The alarm on my cell woke me at eight. I blinked and took a second to remember where I was. It was the third night in a row I hadn’t slept at home. The third night in a row I’d been with Shane and Finch. It was a good thing I was alone. I had to get to the station, and I had no doubt they’d get me beneath them—again—and make me late.
Climbing from bed, I pulled myself together. I used the toothbrush from earlier, put on my day-old clothes. I didn’t have a new outfit with me, nor makeup or even my hair product, so I had to go home before I headed in.
My cell beeped, indicating a text, and I went over to the bedside table to grab it.
Poppy: Do I even want to know what you were doing last night?
I grinned as I texted back.
Me: Your brother.
She didn’t respond. She was probably throwing up. I smiled, grabbed a pillow and tossed it into place, then another. Taking hold of the top sheet, I tugged on it to straighten it. I might not be as neat as Finch, but I liked a made bed. I realized I was smiling. I was last to leave it. The least I could do was make it.
It was when I pulled the comforter up all the way and went around the far side to make it even that I saw it. The black wire that hung down from the bottom of the framed print above the bed. I stared at it, trying to figure out what it was, then knelt on the bed, crawled to the middle to touch it.
I looked around even though I knew I was alone. It was a tiny camera. Over the bed. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled the frame away from the wall just enough to peek behind it. Even in shadow, I could see something was there. I lifted the frame and placed it on the bed beside me. I didn’t give a shit about the landscape image, only the wall.
A notch was cut out of the drywall.
“Holy shit.”
With shaky fingers, I grabbed the small electronic device. It was the size of a large cell phone, the mini lens plugged into it with a cord about two feet long.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I studied the thing. It was a camera of some kind. There was no screen on the unit, only buttons. I spun it around in my fingers, found the catch on the side, opened it. Batteries. I spun it again, found another catch and, when that flap popped open, saw the little memory card.
Getting to my feet, I leaned forward, stuck my fingers into the cutout area, felt around and bumped into something and pulled it free. A small clear plastic case, smaller than a pack of gum. More tiny memory cards.
I looked around the room again.
Shane had a camera over his bed.
Over his fucking bed. Literally. This was the bed he’d fucked me in not even two hours earlier. And the night before with his best friend. Had he taken pictures? Video? Of us? Of me sucking their cocks, of the two of them inside me? Riding them?
I felt sick. Violated. Dirty.
Shane videotaped shit that happened in his bed.
In. His. Bed.
This wasn’t a one-time thing because… who the fuck cut a hole in the drywall so the unit would have a place to sit? He had several memory cards along with the camera, which meant he’d done it a lot. He’d taken time to set it all up, so the picture would lay flat against the wall. The camera itself was tiny and could have been missed by anyone—including me—against the black frame.
This was intentional. This was planned and had been in place for a while. He’d said he bought the house after college. This was… oh my God. This was scary as fuck.
I had to see what was on the memory card, but I didn’t want to know. Because I had a feeling it wasn’t just me I’d discover.
10
EVE
I couldn’t go to the station. Not with this. Not with what I expected to see. Me. Naked. Getting fucked. No way would I let anyone there see me like that.
I drove to the nearest big-box store, hustled to the electronics section and held up the little plastic case of memory cards. “I need some kind of adapter so I can see what’s on here through my laptop.”
The guy grabbed something from the case, held it up. It looked like every other random piece of electronic equipment I knew nothing about. “Slip the memory card in here.” He pointed to a narrow slit on the side. “Then stick this into the slot in your computer.”
I handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change.
Somehow I made it home, although I didn’t remember the ride. I tried not to think about Shane, about what I believed he’d done, but it was impossible. I was a detective, knew people had double lives. Husbands who killed their wives and said they’d gone to visit their mothers. Women who intentionally sickened their children to get attention. Hell, even Chad and the verbal and physical abuse. People weren’t always what they seemed.
That was why I’d protected myself all these years, from the possibility of getting hurt again. Of being used.
Chad hitting me was nothing compared to Shane filming women without their knowledge during sex. I’d known he’d been with women before, but this?
I dropped my coat on the floor by the front door, went to my desk and pulled the memory card from the camera unit and carefully slipped it into the gadget I’d bought, then put that into the port on the side of my laptop.
A folder opened automatically on the screen, and there were a number of icons to click. The file names were a bunch of numbers and letters, so I double-clicked on one at random.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, staring wide-eyed at the screen.
It was a video of a couple having sex, although only the woman was visible since she was on top. She was naked and clearly enjoying herself, lifting and lowering with abandon. Her large breasts bounced and she moaned. I clicked the button in the top corner of the window and closed it. Picked another icon. Another woman on top, the man not visible. God, she was young. Nineteen maybe? Her breasts were large but unenhanced, and they were high and perky. Time and gravity hadn’t made them droop at all. Shane was twenty-seven or twenty-e
ight, too old for teenagers.
The camera had been positioned so it aimed toward the foot of the bed. The angle was too great to see the man on the bottom’s upper body, especially his head on a pillow. Shane didn’t want to see himself having sex. He only wanted the women he fucked in his pornos.
I closed that one, opened one more.
More of the same.
Three clips. Three videos of Shane having sex with three women without their knowledge. It was well planned because they were all on top. The video was up close. Full frontal. Only a hint of Shane could be seen. The edge of a thigh. Dark thatch of hair at his groin. The shadow of his condom-covered cock when the woman lifted up as she fucked herself.
I ran to the bathroom, bent over the toilet and dry heaved. I hadn’t eaten yet this morning, nor had any coffee. There was nothing in my stomach, thankfully.
I knew a guy coming into a relationship would have a past, wouldn’t be a virgin. I didn’t think any different for Shane or Finch. Based on their sexual abilities, I assumed they had been with many women. We weren’t teenagers. Far from it.
But this…
This wasn’t notches on a bed. This was illegal. This was unethical. This was… sociopathic.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and went back to my desk. I caught my breath, then clicked more icons. There had to be over fifty different files.
Picking up the little case, I opened it with the edge of my fingernail, shook the contents onto the desk. There were three more mini memory cards. There had to be hundreds of files. Hundreds of women.
I’d been so cautious. So careful and the one and only time I let my heart open, this happened.
“Finch,” I whispered. I swallowed hard. Tears lodged in my throat. Was he in on it? Did he know? We’d had sex at his house first. Were there cameras in his bedroom? They’d made it clear from the start they wanted to share me, that together they wanted a relationship with me, but did Finch know about this? Surely, based on the video clips I’d seen, Shane slept with women on his own. It wasn’t a two-person thing.
