Convict: A Bad Boy Romance (65 page)

The thought of him and Jack in a bathroom stall years ago only made her hotter and wetter. Jack reached for Houston’s cock, slowly stroking it up and down, still lying on his side next to Kirsten.

“He didn’t even say hello, just pushed me up against the wall,” said Jack. “Tore my shirt and nearly chipped a tooth.”

He moved his hand from the tip of Houston’s cock to Kirsten’s slit, and she arched her back, bringing her hips up as he traced her wetness around her, then rubbed it onto Houston’s erection.

“I meant to take him home,” said Houston, flexing his hand around Kirsten’s wrist, still held down against the bed. Her chest was heaving now, and she tightened her thighs, trying to bring him in, but he held fast. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

“Later, I found out that the bartender could hear me shouting ‘Fuck me harder,’” Jack said. “We were never allowed back at that bar.”

“I had bruises for a week where he bit me,” Houston said, grinning.

Jack closed his mouth around her nipple and bit, harder this time.

Kirsten’s eyes slid closed, and she moaned softly.

“So he wasn’t begging you,” she told Houston. “‘Fuck me harder,’ is a command.”

“I guess I take commands sometimes,” Houston said.

“Let my wrist go,” Kirsten said.

He did.

“Go sit in that chair,” she whispered, pointing at a big leather armchair next to the window.

He lowered himself, pressing his cock against her, Jack’s hand still wrapped around it.

“Why?” he asked, his voice low and lusty, awakening every inch of Kirsten’s body.

“I’m going to ride you like a bad pony,” she whispered, squeezing him between her legs, trying to move him against her, wanting more than
anything
to get the tip, just the tip, inside, but she couldn’t.

Her command worked. Houston got up, grabbing the condom from the bedside stand, then sitting in the huge arm chair and unrolling it onto his cock, grinning at where Kirsten and Jack still sat on the bed, watching him hungrily.

As she stood up, Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her back, kissing her hard.
Then
he let her go, and Kirsten walked toward the chair by the window, grabbing the back and leaning over Houston, his silver sideburns glowing in the light.

Slowly, feeling as though her heart might beat out of her chest, she knelt over him, running her hands down his face.

“Think this window is tinted?” she asked.

“I’ve got no idea,” Houston said.

“I heard you liked getting nearly caught,” she said.

He grabbed onto her hips as she hovered over him, kissing her lower belly. It tickled, and Kirsten giggled.

“Please,” he said, and with that, Kirsten bit her lip and lowered herself until the tip of his cock was right at her entrance, and then she put one finger over his lips.

“Don’t move,” she said.

Houston just nodded, and Kirsten slid down, bit by bit, letting him fill her until, at last, she was simply sitting on him, his entire shaft buried deep inside her.

She dropped her head until their foreheads were touching and just barely moved her hips, then gasped.

“You feel so good,” she whispered.

He pinched one nipple and Kirsten gasped, straightening her back, moving her hips again with a shock of pleasure that reverberated through her whole body.

Then Jack was there, behind her, his big body arching over hers, his hand on her hip, his mouth on her neck, and she began to find a rhythm. Her hips bucked back and forth as she rode Houston, his cock inside her making her nearly delirious.

“You’ve fucked other women, right?” she asked.

“Not like this.”

“But you have.”

Houston just nodded.

“Ever at the same time?” Kirsten said, softly, still moving her hips in time, leaning her face against Houston’s.

“Always at the same time,” he said.

Kirsten felt like her brain was sparking, close to shorting out, her body moving on its own. Having him inside her felt
so
unbelievably good that she couldn’t speak, only bite her lip, their faces pressed together.

“Have you ever both been inside at once?” she whispered, her hand on his face.

Houston just nodded, and then she felt Jack’s weight on the chair as well, his body wrapping around hers.

“A couple times,” his voice said in her ear.

“What was it like?” she asked.

“A little tricky at first,” Jack said. “Technically challenging, if you will.”

On Houston, she moved faster and faster, feeling herself edge toward orgasm.

“Wait,” said Jack. “Turn around, I want to see you this time.”

He lifted her off of Houston and sat her back on the chair, this time facing him. One more time, Kirsten let herself slid down Houston’s cock savoring every centimeter of pleasure as she did. Jack kissed her hard, and she moaned into his mouth.

“Tell me how it felt,” she said as he leaned over her.

I wonder if I could do it
, she thought. It seemed dubious, but what about today hadn’t been kind of dubious?

Instead of answering her, Jack kissed her slowly, his hands thumbing over both of her nipples.

“It felt pretty good,” he said, a grin on his face. “Tight and wet, my cock sliding against Houston’s.”

Heat washed over Kirsten.

I want that
, she thought.

“Did she like it?”

“She seemed to.”

He kissed her again, and now Houston’s hand was snaking around, seeking out her clit, and Kirsten moaned again, wrapping both hands around Jack’s head, leaning against Houston.

“I don’t remember her name,” Jack said. “I don’t remember most of their names.”

“Say mine.”

“Kirsten,” growled Houston.

“You,” she told Jack.

He grinned.

“Kirsten.”

“Say it again.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

“Kirsten,” they both said, almost in unison.

“Don’t forget it.”

“Never.”

She swallowed hard, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I want you both,” she told them.

“You’ve got us.”

He held up his left hand, his new wedding band catching the light.

“Inside me,” she said, her cheeks beginning to flush.

Behind her, Houston groaned, and inside her, Kirsten could feel him stiffen. She turned her head to look at him.

“Come on,” she whispered. “You and Jack, both at once.”

“Not tonight,” Houston said, his voice low and raspy.

“We have to work our way up to that,” Jack said.

He kissed her neck, then her shoulder, then ran his tongue across her nipple, kneeling in front of her.

Kirsten wondered what it would feel like, with both of them moving inside her. She knew they were right and she gripped the arms of the chair, her nails digging in.

Jack pushed her thighs apart and quickly tounged her clit from side to side.

“Oh,
fuck
,” she whispered, and then Houston’s hand was on her hip.

“Slow down,” he murmured in her ear. “I want you to cum so hard they hear you on the ground floor.”

Jack licked harder and harder, and Kirsten moaned again, her toes curling. She tried to move faster, to give Houston the ride she
desperately
wanted to, but he held her down. Kirsten felt beads of sweat rolling down her neck, then Houston’s lips, sucking them off. A shiver went down her back at the sensation.

She was so,
so
close, her whole body like a lit rocket, primed to go off.

“Slower,” growled Houston.

“I can’t,” Kirsten said. “Please, just let me fuck you, I
need
to—”

She felt something else slide inside her, and Kirsten looked down in surprise to see Jack’s hand.

He grinned up at her as a second finger joined the first, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Kirsten was speechless, and then Jack moved his fingers, just barely, and Kirsten felt a wave of pleasure break over her.

She gasped. Houston’s hands on her hips rolled her back and forth, and she felt herself spin higher and higher.

“How’s it feel to have both of us?” Jack asked.

“Fuck yes,” Kirsten whispered.

Then she came. She felt like she was in slow motion, a spark lighting a fire that roared through her.

She screamed, mostly the word
yes
over and over as Houston held her hips down, buried deep inside her, and Jack moved his hand, just barely. The neighbors next door banged on the wall and the three of them ignored it.

Just as she thought she had finished, a fresh wave broke over her, wracking her body again and again until she was sure she could never cum again.

“I could watch that forever,” Jack said, standing up. He pulled her off of Houston and then sat in the chair, sliding her over him. Kirsten glanced quickly at his flaccid cock.

“I can’t cum again,” she whispered. She wasn’t certain she could
ever
cum again, since she felt like she’d spent a lifetime worth of orgasms.

Jack laughed softly.

“Me either,” he said, kissing her shoulder slowly. “I’m dead drunk and dead tired, but I still want to watch.”

Houston leaned forward and kissed Jack over Kirsten’s shoulder, and as he did he entered her. Tired as she was, she arched her back anyway.

It still felt
good
to have him inside her.

Outside, the sky was just turning pink with the sunrise, and for a moment, Kirsten wondered what time it was.

“This was the best night of my life,” Houston murmured into her ear.

And then he came with a groan, pressing himself hard into her, pulling her hair just a little.

“You feel so fucking
right
,” he whispered. Kirsten rested her forehead against Jack’s, and the three of them stayed there for a long moment.

Finally, he pulled out and pulled Kirsten onto her feet, where he wrapped one arm around her, looking out the window, and kissed her on the top of the head.

Then he pulled his condom off and collapsed on the bed, followed by Jack, throwing an arm across the other man, who grabbed his hand and kissed it.

For a moment, Kirsten watched the two of them. She was still very, very drunk, but a drunken happiness was swirling through her brain.

“C’mon,” said Houston.

Then she hopped onto the bed between them, and within seconds, she was asleep.

K
irsten woke
up to the sun in her eyes, and she threw an arm over her face, turning over.

I’ve gotta shut those blinds,
she thought for a moment.

Then she sat bolt upright in the bed.

I’m not in my bed,
she realized. Her head pounded and everything seemed terrible and fuzzy, her whole body covered in a thin layer of sweat.
I’m still drunk, too, she realized. And already hungover.

A person moved in the bed, next to her, dead asleep.

All at once, the entire night came back to her with crystal clarity: drinks, dinner, nightclub, more drinks, karaoke,
more
drinks,
even more
drinks, Elvis, the limousine.

Then she’d had sex with both of them. Two wolf shifters.

Kirsten panicked. Ignoring the pounding in her head, she stumbled off of the bed, her white bridal garter still on her left leg, and practically fell on the floor, next to her dress.

I can’t believe I’m still drunk
, she thought.

I also can’t believe I got married to two shifters whose last names I don’t know.

WOLF shifters.

Oh my God
.

“Come back,” one of them murmured, though she couldn’t see which one.

Kirsten’s hands started shaking.

“Just a minute,” she whispered, grabbing the silver dress and her shoes.

“Okay,” he mumbled.

Then Kirsten sneaked out of the bedroom, throwing her dress and shoes on, and left their suite.

* * *

I
n the elevator
, she leaned her cheek against the mirrored wall, feeling like she could barely stay upright.

This is the worst I’ve ever felt
, she thought.
That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and now this is the worst I’ve ever felt.

With every foot that the elevator dropped, she thought she might puke, pass out, or both. She hadn’t even zipped her dress all the way up, and it gaped open over her upper back, but Kirsten didn’t care.

You lied to them
, she thought.
They don’t know that you just got divorced. And now you’re married to them, and you’re practically a bigamist, and what the fuck is everyone going to think?

She swallowed hard as the elevator doors opened, then held her head up and walked through the casino floor, out the front, flagged down a taxi, and went back to her own hotel.

That elevator didn’t feel any better on her stomach, and she had to share it with two young men, both wearing board shorts and flip-flops, both pretending not to leer at her.

You can get it annulled and no one will ever have to know
, she thought.
It’s Nevada. There are practically no laws
.

She glanced at the silver ring on her finger, a spike of sadness going through her, but she took it off and stuck it in her pocket. The doors opened and the two dudes got off, leaving her alone on the elevator.

Annul it and get back to your life
, she thought.
You just got divorced. Get a new dog, start dating regular people, go to that job interview in Cascadia —

The elevator doors opened, and for a moment, Kirsten stared at them before walking into the hall.

What if I get the job, and then I move there,
she thought.

Then she shook her head.

How do you know they don’t do this all the time?
She reminded herself.
If they did it with you, they’d do it with anyone, probably.

Snippets of their conversation from the night before came back. Kirsten remembered herself, asking about other women.

There have been a lot
, she realized, coming to a halt in the hallway.

Look, just forget about it. They’re pussyhounds — literally — and you got divorced two days ago. What happens in Vegas and all that. Let it be a really, really fun night and that’s it.

She took a deep, shaky breath, and slid her key card into the door.

Besides, I’m pretty sure you begged them to both fuck you at the same time. How can you even look them in the eye again?

Just remembering that made Kirsten’s face burn, and she pushed the door to the room open.

“Oh my god, THERE you are!” said Lily, already wearing jeans and a tank top, hair and makeup done.

Slowly, she took in Kirsten.

“So, you had a good night?” she said, grinning slowly.

Kirsten told her a heavily edited version of the story, leaving out key parts. Like how there had been two of them, or how she’d gotten married, or the fact that she was pretty sure that the sex had broken her forever and she would never be satisfied again.

Lily raised her eyebrows.

“I thought Peyton said there were two of them,” she said.

“Oh, one sort of left after a while,” Kirsten lied. “Look, I gotta shower.”

Lily grinned.

“Right, of course,” she said. “I’ll go get you a bucket of coffee.”

“You’re the best,” Kirsten said, and she meant it with every fiber of her being.

When she got out of the shower, there was the biggest cup of coffee she’d ever seen next to three Advil, as well as a note that said:

Got late checkout. I’m next door. You up for brunch?

She gulped half the coffee, and took the Advil, and began to feel human again.

You’ll be okay
, she thought.
Nothing is so bad that you can’t undo it
.

Another flash of memory: Houston holding her hand, walking through a casino. Jack’s arm around her in the booth. The look on their faces when Elvis had pronounced them married.

What if this is real
, she thought, guzzling more coffee.

It can’t be
, she thought.
You don’t even know how to contact them.

She walked to the next room over, steeling herself for another litany of questions.