She loved him. It just wasn’t going to happen. He needed more than she could give him. He needed his career and his family, and he risked both if he became involved in a ménage. Cam had worked hard to get where he’d been, and he’d already given up so much for her.
He’d given up his whole career. How could she ask them to give up their chances at a family, too? She would have to make that sacrifice.
“I do love you.”
He leaned over and kissed her as he pressed down hard. The orgasm bloomed, racing through her system, connecting them in a way they had never been connected before. She felt a heated rush as Rafe released his cum deep inside her. It had nowhere to go, but it still felt right. It still felt like something that should happen between them.
“I love you, bella.” There was a knock on the door, and Rafe’s face fell. “Impatient bastard. I wouldn’t bother cleaning up.” Rafe kissed her one last time and then zipped up. Laura scrambled to get up and off the desk, but the door closed again and Cam was all over her.
“Oh, baby, was he a greedy son of a bitch?” Cam sank his hands in her hair and turned her mouth up, locking his lips over hers. He ate at her lips, biting and licking softly. “He took two thirds of the time, but he only has half the cock.”
It had felt like a whole cock at the time—and then some. “Cam, we should talk about this.”
She was covered in Rafe’s cum. Despite what Rafe said, she should clean up, and they really needed to talk. The morning had flown by, her emotions twisting and turning until she’d felt numb.
Now her heart was racing and her head spinning. She needed to talk, to explain that she couldn’t do this with them. They had to see that it couldn’t work.
“I don’t think talking is going to help. I haven’t talked to Rafe except to tell him he’s an asshole and to agree that, given what happened last night, I should go second.” He rubbed their noses together, the touch so sweet it made her want to melt.
She had to stay strong. “I don’t want to talk about sex. We have to talk, seriously talk.”
He pulled up a bit. “I don’t know if I can talk seriously until I get inside you.”
“That’s not going to help.” She forced herself to say the words, but she was already twitching, her hips seeking him out.
“It’s going to help me a lot.” Cam let his hand run down her body toward her pussy. He’d already taken Rafe’s place between her legs.
His eyes flared as he sank his fingers in. “Holy shit. He didn’t use a condom. Motherfucker. That’s not fair.” A slow smile spread across his face. “Damn. This should gross me out, right? Fuck, I’m turned on. I know I should be thinking about how some other dude’s jizz is all over your pussy, but all I can think about is the fact that this makes great lube.”
He pulled back and flipped her over in one neat turn. His finger pressed against her ass before she could think to breathe.
“Damn it, Cameron. I’m supposed to be mad at you,” Laura said.
“You were supposed to be even madder at Rafe, but he got to ride you bareback. He’s the one who brought this shit down on our heads, but you let him fuck you. I deserve more. I’m the good one. Doesn’t the good one deserve more than the bad boy?” Laura groaned as he pressed his well-lubed finger deep in her anus. His cock teased at the lips of her pussy.
“You’re both bastards.” It was so much easier to fight with Cam.
She practically heard the smile on his face. “Yes, but we’re your bastards.”
Laura groaned as his cock invaded. She would have sworn she couldn’t feel anything else, but her cunt lit up at Cam’s thrust.
“What if I don’t want you?” Even as she said the words, she lifted her ass up to take him more fully.
“I’d want to die, so I wouldn’t believe it,” Cam replied.
He gently spread her legs further so he could work his cock in. It was so deep at this angle. She felt absolutely helpless, yet that was all right with Cam. She felt her body softening under him, allowing him to take control. Her breasts were flattened against Nate’s desk. God, Nate was going to kill her for desecrating his desk. Nate took his job seriously. There was no way anything sexual had ever happened in his office. Well, it had now. She had to hope Nate had gone to lunch and wouldn’t really guess what the feds had been doing to their very important witness.
Laura felt the dual penetration of Cam’s cock and his fingers.
“Besides, your cunt is sucking me in. Damn it, baby. You have to stop that. I don’t want this to end. I want to make it last.” Cam sounded slightly drunk. He pushed in and out of her pussy, never letting up on the slow gliding motion. “I want to fuck you forever.
You won’t have to deal with anything. You’ll just have to deal with this.”
It sounded perfect. It felt better than perfect. “We have to talk.” Cam found a rhythm, his hips pumping his cock deep while his fingers rotated inside her. “I’m listening.” She groaned as he added another finger to her asshole. “Damn it, Cam. I can’t leave here.”
“Is that his plan?” Cam steadied himself before he started up again. “I wouldn’t talk to him about anything but this. But I will, baby. I’m pissed right now, but we’ll work it out. And I wholeheartedly approve of getting you the hell out of here. We’ll hole up someplace quiet. No one has to know where we’re going.”
“I can’t.” She clawed at the desk. He was killing her with this never-ending slow fuck. He kept the rhythm perfectly tantalizing, but he withheld her orgasm. It was right there. She shouldn’t need another one so soon after the last, but the pleasure was there and she reached for it—only to have him pull back. “Damn it, Cameron. I’m not leaving. I’m going to face this.”
“Then I’ll face it with you,” he swore, and there wasn’t a smile in his voice this time. “I won’t ever leave you. Not until they haul me out in a body bag. If you run again, I’ll find you. I’ll track you down, and we’ll be right back here. I already talked to the sheriff. He says he could use another deputy. If you stay, I stay. I can’t promise what Rafe will do, baby, but I’m here, and I won’t let you shut me out.
Never again.”
Laura moaned as Cam got serious. He plunged in and pulled out, cock and fingers working in perfect time. She wanted to argue with him. The body bag comment scared the hell out of her. If Cam stood in the killer’s way, that rash statement could prove true.
Then nothing mattered but the way he felt. He filled her. She closed her eyes and imagined they were both there, one in her pussy and the other claiming her asshole. Her men, working together. The three of them safe and whole.
She nearly sobbed as she came. Cam stiffened behind her, calling her name over and over as he pumped his cum into her body. His fingers slipped from her ass, but his cock remained.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.” And she would protect him. She would find a way to protect them both.
He watched his pretty little rabbit as she tried to sneak from the office. The big asshole who had gone in there with her didn’t bother.
He had that smile on his face, the one that idiot men had after they were done fucking.
Of course, the other one had that same self-satisfied “the world is mine because I got some” look on his face.
Only his rabbit had the sense to look embarrassed. Too bad she hadn’t had the sense to not be a whore.
He felt his fists clench on the file in his hand. He’d spent the morning coming up with some questions to pose to his girl. He’d always wanted to ask her how she’d liked their time together. Back when the wounds were fresh—god, he loved the fact that he’d made her bleed—he would have seemed monstrous to ask her what he really wanted to know, but now with so much at stake, he could have a freer hand. If anyone pushed back, he could merely state he needed to get deeper into the killer’s mind. Nothing had worked so far. The profile still wasn’t complete.