Falling for the Forbidden: 10 Full-Length Novels

by Jessica Hawkins

  “You knew?”

  “I know heartbreak when I see it.” Her keen eyes looked me over. “And I know when that’s over.”

  I blushed and made sure my shirt was in place—as if Donovan or Nix had been around to tug it up to cop a feel. I couldn’t help it because, well, this was Dolly. She didn’t have ESP or anything, but she could read people better than they wanted. Like right now.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Mmmhmm,” she murmured.

  “What? Do I have a sign on me or something?” God, I hoped not because it would say Double Fucked. I had a hickey on my right boob, but I refused to lift my hand to my neck, worried there was on there I hadn’t seen. Total giveaway.

  “Worked out your issues with those men of yours? By the dark circles under your eyes, I’d say all night.”

  My mouth fell open. “Dolly!”

  “Well?”

  I leaned in and whispered, “You knew about… both of them?”

  “They used to watch you all the time.”

  I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

  She sputtered, shook her head. “They didn’t come in for my coffee. They came here for you. All the time,” she repeated. “Whose section did they always request?”

  I thought back. They used to come in frequently. And sit in my section. I’d thought, well, I hadn’t thought. I’d assumed it was one-sided.

  “But… it’s Nix and Donovan.” I blushed, thinking about them. Smart, handsome, ridiculously virile. I’d been… so unlike myself with both of them. Together. I wasn’t a prude or anything and wasn’t ashamed about wanting sex, but two men was definitely pushing my sexual boundaries. “I mean, two men. One’s the detective on Erin’s murder and the other will prosecute the case.”

  She pursed her lips. “That’s definitely a hot mess, but you’re innocent, so why not be with them?”

  “They could have anyone. I mean, you’ve seen them.”

  She fanned herself. “They aren’t hard on the eyes, that’s for sure. If I were thirty years younger. Why wouldn’t two men be interested in you?”

  I glanced down at the box of sugar packets, then reached in and grabbed a handful, set them on the counter. Without looking up, I stuffed them—neatly—into the containers. “I’m nothing special.”

  “Kittredge Lancaster, what happens when you talk about yourself like that?” she scolded in the mothering tone I’d known for a decade, and used frequently enough.

  “I have to clean out the grease trap,” I replied sullenly. I felt fifteen again dealing with catty high school girls who made me feel less than important.

  “And wouldn’t your time be better spent working the dinner shift?”

  I whipped my head about to meet her shrewd gaze. “Really?”

  “Really,” she countered, and I hugged her something fierce.

  9

  NIX

  “Kit.”

  She spun around when I called her name. The back door of the diner slammed shut behind her, making her jump. The parking lot lights cast her face in sharp contrast, but I couldn’t miss the panic in her eyes.

  When I realized I was in shadow and she couldn’t see me, I stepped forward.

  She stumbled backwards, then froze when she recognized me.

  “Nix,” she replied, on a breathy exhale, her hand going to her chest. Her purse fell off her shoulder and she shoved it back up.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping close, realizing I’d scared her.

  She whacked me on the chest. “Don’t do that!”

  Her body shook and I grabbed her into a hug. She was all soft and warm, and she was all but vibrating with adrenaline.

  “What kind of policeman are you, scaring the crap out of people?”

  “Why are you out here by yourself?”

  “My shift’s over. My car is right there.”

  I knew exactly where it was since I parked next to it.

  “Have someone walk you to it if it’s dark. Okay?”

  “Yes.” She tried to pull back and I let her. Only enough so she could look up at me. “What are you doing here?”

  “I couldn’t call you, so I was going to have you follow me to Donovan’s. He’s waiting for us.”

  “Oh,” she breathed. I could hear the sound of dishes clattering inside the diner. Her shift was done, but the place was open all night.

  “I told you later, didn’t I?” Ever since the questioning this morning, I’d wanted her. It had been torture letting Miranski grill her. I’d wanted to yank her out of the chair, hug the shit out of her and tell the other detective to fuck off.

  I liked Miranski. She was good at her job, which made my life easier. She could drink most guys under the table over happy hour and could ski the back bowls better than most locals on a good powder day. Being from Colorado, she wasn’t a local. She didn’t think Kit had anything to do with the murder any more than I did, but she knew nothing about Kit, hadn’t grown up with her like I had, so her questions weren’t just to mess with her.

  Keith Mills, on the other hand... The fucker had a thing for Kit, and not the good kind. Hell, I didn’t even want him to know her. But he did and he thought she was bad news. I had no idea if he really considered her guilty or found her a perfect person to vent his anger toward. Kit had taken it for years. Why not dish a little more shit on her plate?

  I’d calmed him down, a little. He was still out for blood, but I warned him from acting out and told him to let us do our jobs. I also gave him a piece of my mind for harassing Kit, although his hatred seemed to run deep. He’d left, but it wasn’t the last I’d see of him about the case.

  “How did you know I was working here?”

  I laughed. “I am a detective.” And she’d told me she was going to try and get her job back. I knew Dolly and Clyde and all those times I’d gone to the diner to talk with Kit, I’d seen the way they doted on her. I knew they’d give her the job back. I didn’t know she’d work tonight, but pulling into the lot and finding her car was easy enough.

  “You thought we weren’t going to connect with you.”

  She was quiet for a one heartbeat, then another.

  “Kit,” I said, drawing the word out.

  She sighed. “I just… it’s happening so fast. I wasn’t sure.”

  I grinned as I walked her backward until she was pressed into the cinder block wall. “Fast? It’s been happening for years.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her. And nudged my knee between her legs. Our height difference had her practically riding my thigh. My dick pressed into her belly.

  I wanted to flip her around and take her right here. Right now. But she deserved better than behind the diner. And no one saw Kit getting fucked but me and Donovan.

  With a growl, I stepped back, looked down at her. Fuck, she looked good. Her lips glistened in the lights. Her eyes were blurry and she was all soft and pliant against me. I could even feel the hard tips of her nipples against my chest.

  I wouldn’t fuck her here, but that didn’t mean I’d stop touching her. I stroked her hair back. “Where were you going?”

  Her eyes darted away and even in the harsh lights, I could see her blush. “Dolly offered me her couch.”

  I counted to ten, but it did nothing to ease my frustration with her. I wanted to shake some sense into her. I settled my hands on her slim shoulders, but didn’t shake. “Kit—”

  “It’s eleven at night. I hadn’t heard from you, so I thought—”

  “Whatever you were thinking is wrong. You’re ours now, Kit. If you didn’t get that after what we did last night, then Donovan and I aren’t doing it right.”

  The corner of her mouth tipped up. She didn’t believe we were in this all the way. I didn’t like that, that she doubted us, but it was a trust thing. While we’d been into her for so long, she’d thought we’d been off limits for over a year. I stifled a smile. Donovan and me, together. Yeah, no. So maybe it would take her a
little longer to get her head in the game, but we’d show her. Prove to her we meant every word. Every touch. Everything.

  “Let’s go.” I slung my arm around her shoulder and led her to her car.

  Thirty minutes later, we were in Donovan’s apartment and she was in my arms again. “Finally,” I murmured, kissing her neck. “Mmm, you smell like French fries.”

  She laughed pulled out of my hold.

  “Let me see,” Donovan said, grabbing her hand and spinning her around so she was in his arms. He kissed her, then nuzzled her neck. Sniffed.

  “I need a shower,” she replied.

  He stepped back, but kept her hand and led her toward his bathroom. “That can be arranged.”

  I followed. If she was going to be naked, wet and have soap bubbles all over her, I wasn’t going to miss out.

  There was no seductive strip tease, just Donovan helping her out of the diner T-shirt and her jeans. Still, I was instantly hard.

  “Oh shit.”

  Shyly, Kit turned to me. “Out of all the underwear in my drawer, you picked out this.” She didn’t sound too thrilled with the scraps of black lace and silk I’d selected when I packed her a bag the day before, but the way her nipples were hard beneath the flimsy fabric, I knew she wasn’t really upset. I’d been right, she looked hot as shit in sexy lingerie.

  Donovan grinned. “Nix is in charge of your bras and panties from now on.”

  Fuck, yes. I was all in when it came to finding sexy things for our girl to wear. Just for us.

  I couldn’t help but stroke a finger over the upper swell of her breast. The bra didn’t cover much and my dick liked that just fine. And lower, those panties… just a triangle with little strings covered that sweet pussy.

  “You look hot as shit in that. Now take it off,” I said, pulling my service revolver from my holster and sitting it on the vanity. Donovan’s apartment was in a new building downtown, modern and spacious. The bathroom, thank fuck, had a steam shower that easily fit three. No way could we fit together in my bathroom, let alone the clawfoot tub.

  She must have caught on to the way we were watching her hands undo the front clasp of her bra, because she slowed down. A turtle could undo the clasp faster. And the impish little twist of her lips…

  She was teasing us.

  I looked to Donovan.

  “You’re getting spanked, Kitty Kat, for teasing your men,” he growled. “I’ve spent all day with a semi. It’s hard to get shit done… hell, it’s hard to walk.” As he spoke, he opened his pants, pushed them and his boxers down enough to grab his dick, pull it out and stroke it. It wasn’t a semi at all, but ready to fuck. “I can still taste you and I want more.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, finally letting the bra slide off her shoulders and to the tiled floor.

  We stared at her perfect breasts. A handful and heavy, they were teardrop shaped with upturned plump nipples. Pretty pink nipples that were hardening as we watched.

  “Fuck,” I breathed. My mouth watered to get my lips on them.

  Donovan made a grunting sound and stalked to the shower, fiddled with the various knobs and got the water going. Before either of us could get our clothes off, steam billowed out the open door.

  It was her turn to stare. Clearly, she wasn’t used to watching two men strip.

  Donovan tugged Kit into the shower with him and grabbed the soap. I followed, then sank onto the bench seat. He handed me the bar before his lathered hands ran over her shoulders, down her arms and then to her breasts. He was taking high, so I’d take low. With her pussy right at eye level, I was content with the arrangement.

  She had four hands on her, running over every inch of her, getting her nice and clean. I did her legs, then carefully washed her pussy, ensuring no soap remained on that delicate flesh before I began to play. She was wet, and not from the shower, my fingers sliding into her easily.

  She went up on her tiptoes as I fucked her gently, my palm rubbing against her clit as I did so. Her head was angled back and Donovan was kissing her as he played with her nipples. Gorgeous.

  She broke the kiss when she came, her breathy cries of pleasure echoing off the tile. Her inner walls clenched and milked my fingers as her body went soft and pliant. “Hold her up for me,” I said to Donovan.

  He was able to use her sated state to lift her up, his hands hooked behind each knee as she was pressed into him. She was wide open for me, her pussy lips parted and I could see every inch of her. Swollen, coated in her sweet arousal and ready for another orgasm. I could even see the hole continuing to clench from the remaining pleasure.

  I leaned forward and put my mouth on her. Donovan had eaten her out the night before and I hadn’t gotten the chance. Now I had her sweet flavor on my tongue. Her hips bucked but Donovan’s hold kept her right where I wanted her. I flicked her clit, circled it, then took one lip into my mouth, then the other. I hardened my tongue and fucked her with it, then moved lower still, rimming the tight rosette of her ass.

  “Nix!” she cried, her hand going to my hair. She tugged and I looked up at her. “Oh god, what are you two doing?” This was probably the most erotic thing she’d ever done. If we wiped out every thought about any guy before us, then good.

  We weren’t vanilla. We could be, like the night before, where we were tame and gentle, but we liked things a little wild. Bold. We weren’t going to curb our sexual appetites just because the things we liked to do were illegal in a few states. Hell, sharing her was pretty damned wild.

  Unless she absolutely hated something, screamed some kind of safe word like “pineapple,” we would push her, to get her off in ways she never imagined.

  I grinned. She was spread wide, water beaded and rolled down her creamy skin. Her tits were upturned and ripe.

  “We’re loving you,” I said.

  “Yes, but that was… where you licked—”

  “Your ass? It’s virgin, isn’t it, Kitty Kat?” Donovan said, licking up her neck.

  “Yes,” she breathed. She didn’t try to wiggle out of his hold, but I knew Kit was vulnerable like this, even aroused. So I’d make her forget she was embarrassed, especially since there was nothing to be embarrassed about. We would take her ass, play with it, fuck it. But she’d be prepared first. A little warmup now would show her how much she would like it.

  I didn’t say anything more. Our girl had her thighs spread wide and I wasn’t wasting the opportunity. I brushed my tongue over her asshole once more, briefly, then worked my way back up. I slipped a finger into her again, coated it with her arousal, then moved it to her back entrance. While I worked her clit with my tongue, I played with her ass, circled it, pressed in, circled some more, then eventually was able to get the tip past the tight ring of muscle.

  She gasped and her eyes flared open. Hungry. Needy. Surprised. I smiled against her clit and carefully moved my fingertip, waking up all those nerve endings I knew would make her come so hard.

  While I did all that, Donovan talked to her. Dirty. Filthy, even.

  “I’m watching Nix finger your ass. You like it, don’t you? That little pussy’s ours to take. To fuck. That ass is going to be ours soon.”

  He talked her up until she came, then crooned to her, how beautiful she was as she screamed, coated my chin in her juices. Her ass squeezed my fingertip and I knew it was going to be a tight fit, a death grip on my dick when I finally got in there.

  “Put her on my cock,” I told Donovan.

  He stepped forward and together, we carefully lowered her so she was straddling my waist, her pussy hovering over my dick, then onto it. Her eyes fluttered open.

  There she was. My Kit. Her pussy was clenching, adjusting to be crammed full of dick. I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her. When she pulled back, she licked her lips and I knew she could taste herself.

  “I guess you like a little ass play, huh?” I asked, stroking her wet hair back.

  Her dark eyes met mine. “More,” she breathed.

  Donovan swore a
nd shut off the shower. I followed him into the bedroom, Kit still riding my cock, now with her legs about my waist.

  I lowered her onto Donovan’s bed as I stood at the edge, began to fuck her. Donovan moved so he could take her hands, hold them over her head, pinning her in place again. If she wanted more, she’d get it.

  10

  KIT

  “Obviously, Dolly took you back,” Donovan said, tearing off a bite of crust with his teeth.

  Pizza had been delivered ten minutes ago and we were eating it sitting on Donovan’s bed. Before that, after Nix came inside me, Donovan took his turn, sitting on the edge of the bed and having me straddle him. Even though it was the three of us together, they were different lovers. They kissed differently, fucked differently. Even their dicks felt different when inside me.

  There was no question of one versus the other, choosing. I wanted both, needed what each of them offered.

  While they’d slipped on their boxers—and Donovan a pair of gym shorts to answer the door—they hadn’t let me get dressed and I sat cross-legged between them. Naked, except for the sheet that settled about my lap. It was strange to sit between them, my boobs right out there. But the looks they gave me as they ate, and the way my pussy felt after being with both of them, I felt… pretty.

  And after what we’d done, well, sitting naked was the least of what I should be embarrassed about. Nix had put his finger in my butt. That sounded ridiculously clinical, but he had. And god, I’d liked it. My pussy clenched remembering how it had felt. I had no idea something so… dark would feel so dang good. I’d gone off like a firework. What woman could resist one guy’s mouth on her clit while another said very naughty things in her ear. Oh, and holding me open, like yoga-wide open.

  I was a total slut. And I was loving every minute of it.

  I forgot what Donovan had said. Dolly, right. “She did. After all she’d done for me, I wasn’t very nice to her when I left for Billings. I’m surprised she was so cool about it.”

  “She cares for you,” Nix said, grabbing another slice from the box.