Crimson (10 page)

“Me either,” Cait agreed, her voice breathless, the ache in her pussy returning.

Rain tossed the dishtowel onto the couch and grabbed her hand.

“Let’s go, baby. Surely there is something upstairs we can use to tie you up.”

She squeaked and followed her two lovers up the stairs.

Epilogue

Dear Diary,

What a night…

Cait folded her hands together in an effort not to strangle the two women she considered her best friends.

“I don’t understand,” she said again.

“Tasha thinks the dress is cursed,” Heather announced.

“It is.” Tasha glared at her niece, then turned back to Cait. “So, try to remember who you were near when the dress fell off. Was it the half-dressed man from the kitchen?”

“Rain.” She supplied the name.

“Okay. Or the almost naked guy who came downstairs?”

“Tanner.”

Tasha brushed aside the name. “Whatever. One of them is your true love.”

“But they were both there,” she protested.

Tasha shook her head and sighed. “No. The other might have taken advantage of the situation, but only one of them caused the dress to fall off.”

Cait looked up at her friends. Tasha’s intent gaze made her wince. She glanced at Heather.
She
rolled her eyes and shook her head. Clearly a non-believer.

Except the dress
had
fallen off her.

Around Rain.

And Tanner.

She clicked back through her memory. The first time had been in the cloakroom with Rain.

But then the dress had also fallen off when she’d been in that back hallway with Tanner. And the elevator.

Heat swelled in her pussy as the memories of the night surged through her body. Two strong, beautiful men, hard and ready for her. Ready to fuck her. Together.

In the month since the party, they’d slowly been gelling into a unit—matching schedules, dealing with minor jealousies. The best times were when they were all together.

It was as if the two men couldn’t get enough of her.

And damn if her body hadn’t come alive for them. So much for never dating another cop. Now she was dating two. How the hell did that happen?

The question had popped into her mind on a regular basis in the past four weeks, but what could she say? She was happy.

And strangely, neither man appeared inclined to leave. If anything, they competed to impress her. Sexually and otherwise. Rain was a master at spankings, fucking and cooking. Tanner could eat her pussy like the second coming and he loved to do home repair and work on her car.

Her whole life seemed to be moving in one smooth direction.

And Tasha wanted her to choose?

“Both.”

Tasha crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips and shook her head. “It can’t be both of them. One of them made the dress fall off.”

Cait wasn’t sure she believed the whole “cursed dress” thing, but she was willing to go along.

She shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. It happened with both men. One minute I’m wearing the dress and the next I’m standing there in nothing but crimson panties.”

“Crimson?” Heather cocked her head to the side.

“It’s a very specific shade and I love it. Now—” She stood up. “As much as I’d love to play Nancy Drew and help you solve The Mystery Of The Cursed Bridal Gown, I have to go.”

“You’ve got a date.” Heather’s eyes lit up.

“Yes, I do.” She couldn’t help feeling a little smug. She had two hot sexy men waiting for her.

“With which one?” Tasha asked, daring her to choose one.

She shrugged. “Both.”

“No, that won’t work. You—”

Cait waved as she headed for the door. Despite Tasha’s insistence that only one of the men was her “true love,” she could never choose between them. They were different and wonderful in their own ways.

They each made her want to tear her hair out sometimes, but that was to be expected.

Heather had picked her up from work and Rain and Tanner were collecting her. She walked outside and saw Tanner’s truck drive up. Tanner sat behind the wheel, Rain in the passenger seat.

He opened the door and stepped down, leaving the seat between them empty.

Liquid flooded her pussy.

She knew what would happen the moment she climbed into that truck. Her skirt would be pulled up and Rain would order her to spread her legs.

The panties she wore beneath her clothes had no hope. Thankfully, Rain and Tanner had discovered her preference for underwear in this particular shade and had stocked up.

She knew before the night was through, her crimson panties were toast.

Tielle (pronounced “teal”) St. Clare has had a life-long love of romance novels. She began reading romances in the 7th grade when she discovered Victoria Holt novels and began writing romances at the age of sixteen (during Trigonometry, if the truth be told). During her senior year in high school, the class dressed up as what they would be in twenty years—Tielle dressed as a romance writer. When not writing romances, Tielle has worked in public relations and video production for the past twenty years. She moved to Alaska when she was seven years old in 1972 when her father was transferred with the military. Tielle believes romances should be hot and sexy with a great story and fun characters.

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