by Vanessa Vale
I gave her a hug and she walked off. Surprisingly, Honey followed. Mom stopped and looked down, then back at us. Honey looked up at her with adoration.
“She can go with you,” I said. Honey glanced at me, then back at Momma and stayed at her side.
“She’s your dog,” she countered as she smiled down and pet Honey some more.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I’ll bring her to the station tomorrow.”
Once she and Honey were in her car and driving off, Gus pulled me into his arms.
“Are you all right?”
I frowned with my cheek against his shoulder. He smelled good, he felt good. Sturdy. Dependable. “You mean about Poe?”
“That, too,” Kemp said. “But about in there.” He tipped his head toward the library.
“Beirstad doesn’t bother me.”
“Why didn’t you say you weren’t in the running for sheriff?” he asked.
I stepped back and shrugged. While I wanted to stay in Gus’s arms, we were on the street. “It never came up. It hasn’t been a week, Kemp. I mean, I know your parents are in Minnesota, but I don’t even know if you have any brothers and sisters.”
He nodded. “Point taken.”
“And to be honest, you guys didn’t ask.”
“I think someone’s missing out on this conversation. Let’s go find Poe,” Gus replied.
“He fucked up, baby girl,” Kemp added. I had no doubt the three of them had talked after I left earlier.
I sighed, remembering Poe’s words. Watch that sass, sweetheart, or you’ll be over my knee getting your ass spanked faster than you took that fucker down.
They’d been said out of anger, out of emotion, although those words often offered the deepest insight. And that wasn’t all of it. He’d gone behind my back and gotten me a job. A safe job. “Yeah, well, I think he might have fucked up again.”
When they stared at me in confusion, I added, “He’s in jail.”
POE
* * *
I swore once I got out of juvie that I’d never be behind bars again. The claustrophobia of being locked away was something I would never forget, that still woke me up at night. But I did it for Parker. I had to get her to see me, to listen to how sorry I was. How much I fucked up everything.
I couldn’t have her walking away. Stupid of me? Perhaps. Desperate? Definitely.
She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Hands down. I didn’t deserve her, obviously, since I was sitting once again behind bars. It hadn’t even been a week, but I was done for. Everything we shared, in bed and out, had been the closest, deepest relationship I’d ever had. And sharing her with Kemp and Gus… fuck, it made us a family.
I wanted a family. Ached for it. And yet I’d blown it before we’d barely begun. My past, my hang-ups reared their ugly head and now she hated me. I had a feeling she’d forgive me for talking with Porter—she knew I was a protective bastard—but it was what I’d said that was so much worse.
I’d used her submission against her. I’d disrespected it. Her. Shamed her. Made what she gave to me, to the three of us, willingly and with blind trust, into an embarrassment.
It was a beautiful thing, her submission. It made me so fucking hard for her, but it made me love her, too. Deeply. Purely.
And I’d taken that trust and destroyed it.
I stood, paced the small cell. I felt like a caged animal, not because of the bars, but because of my feelings. I wanted to rip my skin off, to shout, rage with frustration. I just had to hope she was merciful and forgiving. That she’d give someone who was as fucked up as I was a second chance.
I didn’t deserve it, but I wanted it. Needed it.
So I’d talked with Liam Hogan. We’d been friends for a while, involved in a monthly poker night. He’d told me where he was and I went flying past him in my truck going ninety in a fifty-five zone. He’d had no choice but to pull me over. I told him he had to put me in a cell. A ticket was all he’d offered, but I threatened him with breaking his nose so I’d get an assaulting an officer charge if that was what it took.
I’d explained I needed to get in front of Parker. Thankfully, he’d somehow understood I was pussy whipped—and in the dog house—with the sheriff. He was also smart enough to know I would do whatever it took with Parker and was content to keep his face arranged as it was, so he’d opened the back seat of his cruiser like a chauffeur and I climbed on in.
And finally, two hours later, Parker came in. Gus and Kemp followed, but leaned against the concrete wall and crossed their arms. They were going to listen, but I could tell they had no intention of getting involved. They were right, I had to fix this. It was on me.
She stood before the bars looking perfect. Sexy as hell. But her eyes didn’t have that fierce, powerful woman gaze I was used to.
Wariness was there. Emptiness, too. All because of me.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Her dark brow winged up, but she said nothing. Her hands went to her utility belt, and she tucked her fingers in.
“I told you I was protective.” I moved to stand right in front of her, my hands gripping the bars.
“Possessive. I warned you.”
“You can’t put the blame on me,” she countered.
I sighed. “I’m still fucking things up. Sweetheart, but now you know how much. I shouldn’t have gone to Porter Duke about a job. That was wrong. You’re smart and capable without me. But I’m struggling to deal with the fact the woman I love might be hurt. Or worse.”
Her mouth fell open and she just stared.
“Yes. Love. There are so many wives whose husbands are police or sheriffs or whatever and struggle with the possibility that they might not come home at the end of shift. Some deal, some don’t. I’m trying. I will try.”
She nodded, but didn’t say anything.
I took a deep breath, let it out. “But the other. I’m sure I hurt you far worse. You gave me something precious and I… I… fuck.”
Tears filled her eyes and I reached through the bars to brush one away. “Your submission is perfect. Beautiful. I should never, never have thrown it back in your face. If you’ll give me a second chance, I promise, vow, to do everything in my power to gain your trust back.”
“I’m taking a job with Porter Duke at the DA’s office,” she said.
She hadn’t moved, let me stroke my thumb over the silky skin of her cheek.
“No. I won’t let you. You’re the sheriff and you shouldn’t give that up because one of your men is a dumbass.”
“You are a dumbass,” she agreed. “But I’m not taking the job because of you. It’s been arranged since summer. It was part of my contract that this was only temporary. Porter’s been waiting for me to start after the election.”
“But what about—”
“She never put her name on the ballot,” Kemp said, stepping toward us.
I looked to him, then Parker. “You never—”
She shook her head.
“Why didn’t you say?”
She shrugged. “It never came up.”
Fuck, I wouldn’t have turned into a fucking lunatic if I’d known, if her job had been temporary. “I’m glad it didn’t,” I admitted. “I made a shit show of things because of it, but now you see who I am. And I know who you are. Independent. Strong. Brave. Fierce. I can’t stifle any of that because that’s what I love about you.”
She leaned forward and we kissed, our foreheads pressed into the bars.
Ah, the sweet feel of her lips. The feel of my heart opening and letting Parker settle within.
She took the keys from her belt to unlock the cell door.
“Think twice about letting him out, pixie,” Gus said. “You’ve got him completely at your mercy.”
I smiled, but didn’t tear my eyes away from Parker. “I’m at your mercy, sweetheart, behind bars or not. I just have one question.”
She arched a brow and waited.
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��After you’re done being sheriff, can you keep the handcuffs?”
15
PARKER
* * *
It turned out, love was forgiving. I loved that Poe had gotten himself sort-of arrested so he could apologize. I should have told them about my job. So much heartache would have been avoided. Poe wouldn’t have stirred up some old shit. But love was also hard. Truths needed to be shared, fears admitted in order for it to last. Love was also all about trust.
Poe had taken mine, but I would give it back. I just wasn’t sure how. I did know the four of us were most in sync when we were naked, when there was nothing between us—not work or family or jerks like Mark Beirstad.
And so I’d released Poe from jail and they’d taken me home. To their home. And I let them strip me bare, my clothes a pile at my feet. Nothing was said. It seemed we were all talked out. But we didn’t need words.
They stood before me in Kemp’s bedroom, their heated gazes on me. Waiting.
What did I want? What did I need?
Them.
“I love you,” I said.
I did. All three of them.
“It’s happened so fast. So intensely. I never thought… well, I never thought a guy would want an Amazon like me. My job. Me.”
“Pixie, I don’t like hearing you talk negatively about yourself,” Gus commented.
I gave a slight nod. “I know, but it’s the truth.”
“We do want you,” Kemp said. “Have you ever doubted?”
“No.” I looked to all three of them.
Gus. Familiar Gus. Lighthearted and sweet. Fun and my first love.
Kemp. Commanding and quiet. Focused and attentive. He saw everything, knew things about me I didn’t. He pushed me to be… more.
And Poe. So big, so breakable. Intense. Fierce and ridiculously loyal.
They wanted me. Me.
“Can we love you?” Gus asked. “We’ll kiss and touch, caress and make you come.”
It sounded amazing and my nipples hardened at the idea of their hands on me. But sweet. Too sweet.
I shook my head. “That’s not what I want. What I… need.”
I flicked a glance at Kemp. His eyes narrowed and it seemed as if before my eyes he grew bigger, became more commanding. Dark, even though he was the fair one.
“What do you need, baby girl. Say the words.”
“You.”
KEMP
* * *
Her nipples hardened impossibly more. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Lush hips, full breasts, bare pussy and I could see her clit all swollen and eager for us from here. She was shivering, but I knew she wasn’t cold.
She’d admitted her need to submit before. But this was different now.
Poe had bared everything, shown the open wounds of his emotions. His heart. I had a feeling that Parker would fill those places, heal them.
She needed something from all three of us. Gus’s longtime love. His familiarity. My dominance, obviously. I saw her in ways Gus and Poe didn’t. And Poe. She needed his protection, his fierceness. Gus and I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, no fucking way, but he gave her that place where she didn’t have to be fierce and brave. He’d hold those burdens for her. Keep them, and her, safe.
And her body, her desires, they belonged to us as well. She just had to hand them to us once again.
I shook my head. “Do you need to kneel before us and suck our dicks?”
She took a ragged breath, her breasts bouncing as she did so. “Yes.”
“Do you need to lay back on my bed, spread your thighs and let us eat you out?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you need us to tie you up, hold you down, give you your pleasure?”
“Kemp,” she whimpered.
“What is it you need, baby girl?”
She licked her lips. “All three of you.”
“Together?” Gus asked.
She nodded, but then remembered herself. “Yes.”
“Then you’ll get me in your pussy,” Poe said. He hadn’t spoken yet, had been cautiously waiting. I was glad he spoke now, for she was the one who would give consent.
“I’ll be in your mouth,” I told her. Fuck, I loved the hot suck of her mouth.
“And I’ll be in your ass,” Gus added. “I never got in your ass before. It’s time.”
Her hand went between her thighs and she touched herself.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You need our dicks, don’t you?” Poe asked, working his shirt off.
“Please,” she begged.
“Oh, we’ll give it to you, baby girl.”
And we would. Forever.
GUS
* * *
I’d never stripped so fast in my life. Our girl was forgiving, generous, loving. And so fucking fuckable.
She wanted us at the same time. Filling her up and making her whole.
Hell, who was I kidding? She was the one making each of us whole.
Poe stripped the blanket off Kemp’s bed, dropped his big frame down into the center, his head on the pillow. He curled a finger and Parker crawled up the bed and straddled him. From where I stood, I couldn’t miss how wet she was. Her skin was so pale, so perfect and silky. Her breasts, generous handfuls, pressed into Kemp’s bare chest as she kissed him.
Poe was tentative at first, as if he wasn’t sure if he should touch her, but quickly succumbed, wrapping his arms about her and hanging on for dear fucking life.
Yeah, I knew the feeling.
Kemp opened his bedside drawer, pulled out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.
“You don’t need those,” Parker said when Poe finally let her up for air.
Kemp frowned. “Baby girl, no way will any of us take your ass without lube. We won’t hurt you.”
She rolled her eyes at Kemp and smiled, which only got her a light spank on her butt. “I meant the condoms.”
I was in the process of climbing up on the bed when I froze. So did Poe and Kemp.
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“God, don’t look so panicked. I don’t want a baby or anything, at least not now. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I just thought—mmph”
Poe kissed her, stole whatever else she was going to say. I looked to Kemp and he all but growled as he ripped off his clothes. We’d all agreed we wouldn’t ever be with a woman bare until we found The One. “We” meaning Poe, Kemp and I, but also my brothers, too. Claiming a woman raw, marking her with cum was only for the forever girl.
I told Parker that. “We take you bare, pixie, we take you forever.”
She looked over her shoulder, lips swollen and slick from Poe’s kisses. “I know.”
Kemp tossed the condoms back into the drawer, but handed me the lube.
“You wet, sweetheart?” Poe asked. Parker gasped as he cupped her pussy. “Yeah, you are. Drenched. Good girl. Climb up on my dick then.”
Moving then, she lowered herself onto him and I watched as Poe’s dick disappeared into her. Bare.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands clawing at the sheets. “I’ve never felt something so good. You two have got to get in her.”
He didn’t need to say more. Parker fucked herself up and down a few times as I popped the top on the lube, drizzled some down and between her parted ass cheeks.
She gasped, then Poe pulled her down for a kiss. I took the opportunity to work the lube into her, pressing against her tight ring, but quickly sliding in. Tight, especially with Poe already in her. My balls ached with the need to come, especially the way she clenched down on my one finger, and then two.
Kemp put a knee on the bed. “Baby girl, you’ve got three holes and three men.”
She lifted her head and looked to Kemp, but had to do so over the line of his dick. She grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
His dick bobbed and she pressed up on her hands and took him as deep as she could.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I was close to coming, and I hadn’t gotten in
her yet. I slipped my fingers from her, confident she was slick and loosened up. I added more lube to my palm and liberally coated my dick. Only then did Poe widen his legs, making Parker open up even more. I lined up to her back entrance and pressed in.
She moaned around Kemp and I kept going. She was still good. Tense, but trying to relax. She breathed through her nose and Poe held himself still.
I popped past that tight ring and I was in. She clenched down. Poe groaned, I bit my lip. Fuck, she was tight. Carefully, I worked my way into her, back and forth until she’d taken all of me.
Kemp stroked her hair back from her head. Praised her.
“So perfect. You’re ours, Parker Drew. Every inch of you. You belong to all three of us.”
“You make us a family,” I added through gritted teeth.
“I love you, sweetheart, but dudes, if you don’t fucking move, I’m not going to make it.”
I chuckled at that and we set a rhythm.
Poe thrust his hips up as I pulled back, fucking her in opposing motions. Kemp fucked her mouth in a slow pace, allowing her to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed as she just let go.
I saw the moment she did, felt it, for her muscles went lax and she began to whimper, to moan with the pleasure of it.
This was the ultimate submission. Pure, dirty, raw.
And when we came, Kemp first down her throat, then me deep in her ass, and Poe marking her pussy, there was no doubt she was ours.
But more importantly, we belonged to her.
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