Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel (15 page)

Meanwhile, Ethan opened the first aid kit and began rifling through. “Damn, no tweezers.”

“Didn’t figure there would be,” Rogan said, but then, inspecting the contents himself, he confidently plucked up a small pair of scissors intended for cutting gauze bandages or tape.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing with
those
, mister?” Mira asked doubtfully.

“Relax, babe,” he said, low, calm—and maybe Ethan would have been more worried, but over the years he’d observed that Rogan was good with first aid. And then he remembered another reason why Rogan had probably been placed on the Hostage Ops Team, and also why Ethan actually thought he made a good cop—it took a lot to ruffle him; he stayed calm and levelheaded when other people might not.

Now he held the scissors’ blades flat against the ball of her foot where Ethan could see a dark sliver of something embedded, probably a bit of wood or bark she’d stepped on while ascending the sandstone. Keeping his eyes on his work, Rogan spoke slowly, clearly concentrating on what he was doing. “I’m just gonna try to use the tips of the scissors like tweezers and grab the little black tip sticking out. Might not work, but …”

He went silent then, focusing closely on the scissors—and Mira let out a “Yow” just before Rogan said, “Got it,” and held it up for them to see.

“My hero,” Mira said, all smiles again, that quickly.

And Ethan ignored another small pinch of jealousy as he said to her, “Feel better now?” After all,
he’d
been her hero just a few hours ago, and what Rogan had just done actually seemed a lot more heroic than Ethan’s double-edged offer to apply her sunscreen.

She nodded. “I think so anyway. Just hurt when he was pulling it out.”

“We might want to cover that with a bandage, at least until we get back to the cabin, while you’re walking around barefoot,” Rogan suggested. “If we can get one to stay on the bottom of your foot and keep it halfway dry, that is.”

A few minutes later, they’d bandaged her up, and after she’d gotten to her feet, she announced that it was a little sore but mostly fine.

“Be good as new in a couple of hours,” Rogan replied easily.

And Mira smiled up at him. “I didn’t know you were such a splinter expert.”

He just laughed. “Got a lot as a kid, and I usually took care of ’em myself.”

The answer was just enough to remind Ethan that Rogan had had a pretty bad childhood, and it occurred to him that, though they’d never discussed it, Mira probably knew more about that than he did.

Ethan was just about to suggest they all get back on the boat when Mira, clearly in a good mood now that the splinter was gone, looked playfully up at Rogan to ask, “What can I ever do to repay you, kind sir?”

Rogan just took on a slightly lascivious look and said, “I’m sure I could think of a few things.” Then his gaze dropped to the front of his shorts.

Ethan guessed Mira noticed the same thing he did, at about the same time, since she bit her lip and flashed Rogan an amused expression. “You got a hard-on removing a splinter from my foot?”

Rogan simply laughed, shrugged. “Doesn’t take much for me. Especially when it comes to
you
. Never did. But you probably remember that.”

It surprised Ethan when
that
, of all things, made her lower her eyes, her cheeks blooming with a soft blush beneath the sun she’d picked up today. Maybe because Rogan had referenced their old relationship in front of him.

“And besides, you have great tits and you being topless this whole time has kinda kept me turned on.”

The words made Ethan think once more about this bold new Mira. And Rogan was right: She did have great tits—medium-size, soft but perky, with mauve-colored nipples that were almost always erect. He’d almost forgotten about her being topless when the splinter had put her in pain—he’d been more concerned with taking care of her and hoping it didn’t hurt too much. But now that Rogan had drawn her near nudity back to his attention, now that she stood before him in the sand, wet brown hair flipped back over her head and beginning to dry in the sun, wearing nothing but those little bikini bottoms—hell, he was starting to get excited all over again, too.

When Mira looked at Ethan, he could see the beginnings of fresh lust sparkling in her eyes, as well, so he reminded her, “It’s
your
birthday,
your
weekend, hon. Do whatever you want.”

And she responded by taking on a mischievous look the likes of which Ethan had never seen on her face before. “Then I think the only appropriate thing for me to do is thank Rogan properly.”

After which she gave her lower lip a provocative little bite, stepped forward to deftly pulled the tie on Rogan’s trunks, then shoved them down until they fell around his ankles, revealing his completely erect dick.

Then, dropping to her knees before him, she took it into her mouth.

Chapter 9

R
ogan’s head dropped back as his groan echoed skyward. And Ethan’s own erection lengthened, hardened, as he watched his girl pleasure his old friend with her mouth. She worked with her eyes shut, one fist wrapped around the base of Rogan’s cock, moving her lips vigorously up and down the large shaft.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her be this sexually aggressive, and he discovered he found it wildly arousing even as he suffered a little more jealousy. Damn, what was
THAT
part about? Because at the moment, he couldn’t deny the piercing sting of it, and that it went beyond any previous such emotion he’d experienced last night or today. Why was he feeling that? He’d
invited
Rogan here, after all. He’d
invited
all of this to take place. It had been his idea; he’d wanted it.

Maybe he just hadn’t ever envisioned her going down on Rogan
first,
and so damn enthusiastically, too. Maybe on some level he’d sort of seen Rogan as being … on the periphery of it all, just a third body, a second penis, when needed. If so, that had been stupidly naive and shortsighted of him, and he had to just accept the reality now that Rogan was a full and equal partner in their sex this weekend. But had he ever seen Mira go down on
him
that energetically? The sensation of being excited and envious at the same time was strange as hell.

Okay, so clearly he’d thought
he’d
be more in control of the sex they shared with Rogan.
But you told her to do what she wanted, that this was all about her. How on earth did you think you’d control the sex if you encouraged
her
to control it, too?
Yep, he definitely hadn’t thought through that part very well. Had he been foolish to put all this in motion? Would he end up regretting it somehow?

But just then, she released Rogan from her mouth and turned, still kneeling, to look up at
him
.

Yeah, that’s more like it, honey.
Her gaze swam with hungry lust and he knew without either of them saying a word that it was his turn now. About damn time.

He stepped near her, peered down on her—and he thought about undoing his trunks but decided to leave that for her. She’d gone after Rogan’s cock; she could go after his, too. He wasn’t angry at her—hell, how could he be?—but he felt the urge to
make
her be aggressive now, make her work for it a little.

She clearly didn’t mind that, either, since she immediately untied his shorts in front, then tugged them down until she was face-to-face with his dick. And the way she looked on it so longingly … well, hell—plain and simple, it killed that jealousy of his in a heartbeat. It wasn’t Rogan she’d wanted—it was
cock
. It was as Rogan—and she—had said on the boat earlier: She wanted two cocks. And that was what he’d wanted her to have, what had started this whole thing—he’d wanted to give her an experience he couldn’t provide by himself.

So he followed the urge to reach down and take her face between his hands, to run one thumb across her pretty, now slightly swollen lips as they looked into each other’s eyes. He’d wanted to kiss those lips a few minutes ago. But now his desire for them was much more feral.

Even as he cupped her cheeks in his palms, she leaned in and delivered a long, thorough lick from his balls to the tip of his dick. “Shit,” he whispered, the pleasure echoing outward from his groin.

Her eyes told him she liked his reaction—and then she did it again, pressing her tongue flat so that it covered far more of his flesh than if she’d just used the tip. After which her hand curled around his length and pulled it down until she could maneuver her mouth over it and begin giving him the same energetic blow job she’d given Rogan.

“Aw, babe, yeah—suck that dick,” Rogan murmured. When Ethan raised his glance briefly to his friend, he thought Rogan appeared to be enjoying watching almost as much as when he had been the recipient of her ministrations. “You suck it so good.”

Or maybe Rogan had just wanted to remind her he was there—because after he spoke, she reached over to take his cock in her hand, working it even as she worked on Ethan with her mouth.

Damn, the sight increased the animal impulses echoing through him, made his groin tighten all the more, made him pump his erection lightly between her gorgeous lips. “So hot, honey. So hot,” he heard himself breathe unplanned, spurring her on.

After a few more minutes of pleasuring them that way beneath the warm afternoon sun, she lifted her mouth off Ethan and switched again, her knees shifting in the sand to face Rogan once more. And as she lowered her mouth over his hard length, now she wrapped a fist around Ethan’s superstiff shaft.

As it went on, Ethan slowly got more and more caught up in the passion until he stopped pondering any worries or regrets he might be developing and instead focused simply on feeling, and watching. Watching
her
.

She’d become like … a porn star, something in a dirty fantasy. Relentlessly hungry and taking all she could get. It excited the hell out of him.

And yet, remember, she’s still your Mira. She’s still the girl who helps your nieces and nephews hunt for Easter eggs, still the woman who sets the table for your mother on holidays. She loves books and puts her heart into making the perfect gift basket with every single order she receives. She makes you homemade chicken soup when you’re sick. She watches legal dramas just to try to learn more about what you do and why it means so much to you. She snuggles up to you in bed just to be close to you when you sleep.

And somehow, to his surprise, remembering all that … made it all even
hotter
. That she could be all those things and also be this aggressively wild, erotic, sex-craving woman before him now. He’d thought he knew her so well, yet suddenly here he was, discovering this beautifully dirty new part of her.

And isn’t that what you
really
wanted? To come here and discover something new with her? To somehow feel closer to her through having shared this?
Yeah, that was exactly what he’d hoped for, envisioned, but right now he was finding it even more profound than he’d imagined. Especially when she shifted her gaze over to him, her mouth still filled with Rogan’s cock, and their eyes met, and he felt them sharing … everything. The rawness of it. The stark honesty. The stark
intimacy
. His breath grew shallow and for a second he feared he’d come in her hand just from the profound thrill he was taking in watching her.

“Jesus God, baby, I need to lick your sweet little pussy,” he told her suddenly. The powerful desire had come over him without warning—he
needed
to give to her what she was giving to both of them. And so he dropped to his knees, same as she had a little while ago, at the same time reaching to turn her body toward his.

The move shook Rogan’s dick from her mouth to send it plopping wetly against his belly as she rolled onto her ass in the sand. Ethan wasted no time yanking at the little bows she’d tied at each hip, then tossing the damn scrap of fabric away. Before she could even spread her legs, he did it for her, prying her thighs roughly apart, seeing the shock and delight mingle in her gaze. He wasn’t usually this forceful—but he was doing what he’d told
her
to do this weekend: He was letting go of every inhibition, letting his lust drive him. And apparently it turned
her
on, too.

Mira watched as Ethan sank his tongue greedily into the pink flesh between her legs, then let out a yowl as the pleasure shot through her. Oh God, she hadn’t realized how much she needed some attention there, but she could scarcely remember anything ever feeling more welcome than this did now.

She moaned and whimpered her delight as she watched him, looking downright ravenous as he licked and mouthed her. Leaning back on her elbows, she murmured, “So good. So good.” And oh, what a difference a day made. Less than a day, actually. And even in the few hours since both guys had fucked her on the boat, she felt she’d let herself come alive even more, let herself go after what she wanted. It was as if jumping off the sandstone ledge behind her right now had given her some amazing new power. To take what she wanted. To trust her instincts. To be braver than ever before.

Just then, Rogan dropped to his knees beside her, his large hands coming to cover her breasts. He molded and massaged them, adding still more sensation to everything that was happening. But her mouth felt empty. That simple. Before this weekend, she often experienced the urge to give her lover a blow job, but she’d never quite … recognized it, indulged it, welcomed and accepted it in the way she did now. So as Ethan licked between her parted legs, then thrust his fingers into her pussy, making her release another low sound of pleasure, she found herself peering needfully, hungrily up at Rogan, then reaching a hand to curl around his still rock hard erection.

He read her look immediately—she saw the dark delight enter his gaze. “Aw yeah, open up, babe, and I’ll give you a sweet treat,” he told her, rising, leaning, until his thick length hovered just over her mouth.