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

ponytail, he could see the red tips of her ears. She’d apparently spoken without thinking, and now that Parker was continuing the line of conversation, she was embarrassed by what she’d said. Grayson wasn’t sure if he should laugh or change the subject and stop what she probably saw as her torture.
    He chose to continue. After all, she’d brought all this up by asking her questions. Right?
    “Like what?” Parker coaxed. “Come on, Doc. If you can ask us about our sex lives, then we should be able to ask you.”
    She stopped and mumbled something under her breath before replying. “Fine. I concede your point.” She turned and scowled at him. “I find a lot of different things sexy. A strong, alpha man. A slow kiss. Sometimes, a hard kiss.” There was a pause before she spoke again, this time a little lower as though loathe to admit it. “Talking dirty.”
    “The man or you?” Parker asked.
    She reached a small stream that crossed the trail and stopped, studying the best way to cross without getting her shoes wet. She took a wide step to a flat rock above the waterline, then jumped from that to the dry path on the other side. She still hadn’t answered his question, but so far, Parker hadn’t pushed. Grayson was curious to hear her answer because one thing he really enjoyed doing was talking dirty, especially when giving a woman instruction on how to please Parker.
    Grayson and Parker followed her trek across the stream. “Which is it, Cheyenne?” Grayson asked.
    She stopped and growled toward the sky. Grayson and Parker glanced at each other and grinned.
    “God, you guys are like a dog with a bone.” She opened her mouth to say something, but a young couple rounded the corner, coming into view. She smiled and murmured, “Saved by the yuppies.”
    “It’s only a temporary reprieve,” Grayson said with a chuckle as he nodded a greeting to the young couple.
    They pushed on up the trail but didn’t press Cheyenne any further. At least for now. It was fun to tease her, though. She might blurt stuff out, but she embarrassed easily, and it was that adorable trait that had Grayson thinking of even more ways to get the blush in her cheeks.
    CHEYENNE WAS GRATEFUL the questions had stopped. She should’ve never probed them about their sex life. It wasn’t any of her business anyway, but the idea of sharing definitely turned her on. She was as horny now as she had been last night. She thought about jumping into the cold stream she could see a few feet below to cool herself off, but then her clothes would be wet. She would have to change them.
    Would one of them give her his shirt to wear? Would they play with her pussy beneath the hem? Drive her crazy with their long, thick fingers?
    She stopped to take a picture of the stream. If she concentrated on the picture, of getting the right angle or watching the light, then maybe she could lessen the ache between her legs.
    She had never imagined being aroused could be almost painful, but that’s what it was. She wanted sex so badly, she physically hurt. That was insane, wasn’t it?
    Lowering the camera, she inhaled the damp air. Ahead was a smaller waterfall. She tried to focus on the soothing sound. Even the temperature was cooler here. She wished hers was.
    It was all their fault. Asking those questions about what she found sexy. It had been on the tip of her tongue to say she found them sexy, but that would’ve been a stupid thing to say. She wasn’t able to curb her responses sometimes, so she was grateful she hadn’t blurted that out. God help her if she had.
    “Earth to Doc,” Parker sang.
    Warmth flooded through her at the nickname. She liked that he called her Doc. It was cute.
    “I was just admiring the view,” she replied over her shoulder.
    The two agents came to join her, standing on either side of her.
    “Wouldn’t it be incredibly cool to have something like this in your backyard?” she asked.
    “Wow, she sounds like Mom,” Grayson