Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share by Trista Ann Michaels

that could be seen through a gap in the trees. He caught up to her and studied the scenery over her shoulder.
    The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Big white puffy clouds floated over the tops of the mountain, breaking up the color and sunshine and casting shadows over the green hillside.
    A breeze flowed, ruffling her hair and wrapping her scent around him. She smelled like flowers, and he inhaled, bringing her into him, hoping to hold on to it.
    She lowered the camera and stared out over the view. “It’s so pretty here.”
    “You should see it in the fall,” Grayson replied.
    Parker came up to join them. He rested his hand on her back between her shoulder blades. Grayson had been careful not to touch her, not to tempt himself any more than necessary. He didn’t have to. When Parker touched her, Grayson could feel her body heat in his fingertips.
    It was one of the odd side effects of their bond. It didn’t happen all the time, but this time was stronger than others. This time felt different, and that worried him. It complicated things way too much.
    “Have you guys been here before?” she asked.
    “We used to come here a lot with our families for vacation. Our mothers love it here. They get a cabin and spend a couple of weeks exploring the trails. They still come up, and we join them when we can,” Grayson replied.
    “What do your mothers think of…?” Cheyenne began, but then stopped as though not sure how to continue.
    “Our jobs?” Parker asked with amusement.
    She turned and pursed her lips as she stared at them. “No. The girlfriend thing.”
    “The sharing?” Grayson asked.
    She nodded.
    “They were surprised at first.”
    “I’ll bet,” she replied. “Do you guys really do that, or are you just pulling my leg?”
    “Why would you think we were pulling your leg?” Parker asked.
    “It just…” She gestured with her hand. “It just seems so off the wall. Two guys. One girl. How does she walk once the two of you are done with her?”
    Parker and Grayson busted out laughing. Cheyenne wasn’t amused. “I’m being serious here, guys.”
    “Sorry,” Parker said as he ushered her forward, continuing on the trail. “I assure you, she can still walk.”
    As they walked the downside of the trail, she continued to ask questions. “So is it the two of you all the time? Or do you take turns?”
    “Wow,” Grayson said. “Interesting questions.”
    “It’s an interesting situation. I mean, you have to admit. It’s not something you hear about, unless you read erotic romance novels.”
    She tripped over an exposed root, and Grayson quickly grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. She glanced up at him and smiled that smile that made him weak in the damn knees.
    “Thanks,” she whispered.
    “Anytime,” he replied.
    She continued on and so did her questions. “So…you never answered me.”
    “It’s a mixture,” Parker replied. “Sometimes together. Sometimes separate. I think, truthfully, it would depend on the woman and the relationship. And then there’s Grayson, who sometimes just likes to watch.”
    She came to a dead stop and glanced at Grayson over her shoulder. The eyebrow over her left eye rose, and Grayson scowled at Parker. “Really?” he snapped.
    Parker shrugged. “She’s curious. What’s the harm in being honest?”
    “So you’re a voyeur, huh?” she drawled.
    Grayson didn’t miss the amusement in her voice. With a sigh, Grayson grumbled, “On occasion.”
    She snickered as she continued down the path. “Don’t feel bad, Grayson. To me, having someone watch is kind of sexy.”
    Grayson’s lips twitched as Parker nudged him in the side. Cheyenne could certainly surprise him. So she liked being watched, huh? That knowledge opened up a butt-load of possibilities.
    “So what else do you think is sexy?” Parker asked.
    From behind her, Grayson watched her shoulders lift in a shrug. “Different stuff.”
    He couldn’t see her face, but with her hair in a