Destined to Be Three (9 page)

“Well, hey, boys,” Jaycee drawled, her tone as smooth as melted butter. She strolled around the car door and slammed it behind her as if she had no cares in the world. “Long time, no see.”

If Gray hadn’t already planned on paddling her ass, he would now. He hadn’t seen her or touched her in too damn long, and she had the gall to act as if he and Cade were two long-lost friends she’d run into at some fucking grocery store.

After the bar scene, she should have known the two of them were no longer playing around. Neither he nor Cade would allow her to toy with them. This was serious, and there would be no more games.

Gray clenched his fists so he wouldn’t feel compelled to flip her over his knee and spank her ass in the middle of a parking lot. Heaven help him if he did. He highly doubted her neighbors would turn a blind eye to that sort of behavior in public. Hell, they probably wouldn’t condone it in private, either. Since he had no desire to visit the county jail, he ought to keep his pants zipped.

Breathing in slowly through his nose, Gray stalked over to where Jaycee reclined lazily on the front fender. “Sweetheart, listen real close.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Gray saw Cade had followed his lead. They both towered over her petite body.

When she made no acknowledgement of him or Cade, he leaned down until his face was a mere breath away from hers. He heard a tiny gasp escape her ruby-red lips. “Are you listening, sweetheart?”

Jaycee nodded nervously.

Before he said a word, he nipped her lower lip. “Good. We’re going to do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“We’ll leave that up to you, darlin’,” Cade chimed in, acting more like his normal, charming self. Jaycee had to watch her step. When ill-tempered Cade transformed into jovial Cade at a moment’s notice, he was at his most dangerous.

Gray ignored Cade and continued on, “You can sashay that cute little ass of yours over to my truck like a good little girl, get in, and buckle up. Or you can run as fast and as far as possible, but we will be right behind you. We’re not going to allow you to get away again.”

Gray leaned in to kiss Jaycee’s soft lips while she mulled over her options. She parted her lips, and he swept inside as soon as their mouths touched. Their tongues met, tangling in a dance as old as time.

Gray could barely control his breathing as he moved his body closer to hers. Nothing had changed between them even though time had passed. She still fit him perfectly. The way their bodies curved around each other felt right. Her sweetly curved breasts pillowed his solid chest, her taut stomach flawlessly matched his muscled abdomen, and her soft pussy molded to his hard cock.

Closer.
He had to get closer. Grabbing her hips, he yanked her forward roughly and held her tight to his body. She melted against him and moaned into his mouth.

He deepened their kiss, unable to help himself. The subtle hint of chocolate on her tongue intoxicated him, drugging him and robbing him of his sanity.

Jaycee wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her warmth. She rubbed her pussy against his denim-covered cock and whimpered.

That was all it took for Gray. He didn’t give a fuck about her neighbors. They could put him in jail. He grasped her T-shirt with both hands and ripped it, splitting the shirt up the middle. Never breaking their scorching kiss, his hands roamed freely over her flat abdomen. Swiftly, he slid his hands upward, unable to wait any longer to touch the breasts he loved so much.

Jaycee made no move to fight him. She relaxed, her lips softening against his, and sighed.

Gray sought out her nipples with his thumbs, massaging the turgid nubs in small circles.

Jaycee arched her back, her nipples pressing into his fingers. He would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t otherwise engaged. His woman was making demands of her own.

Instead of giving in to her, Gray curled his arms around her waist, his hands traveling toward her enticing ass. He cupped the globes with both hands and kneaded the supple flesh. He ground his cock against her with the aid of his hands forcing her to remain still.

Jaycee grunted in frustration and tried to squirm, but his hands held her captive. That didn’t deter her. She continued to fight him with gusto. He wanted for her to get frisky, the feistier, the better.

Her hands left his neck, sliding down his chest. They stopped on his pectorals, his nipples landing in the middle of her palms. The little she-devil flattened her palms and massaged his nipples vigorously.

“Motherfucker,” Gray shouted as he flung his head back and ended their kiss. “You little hellcat.”

Grinning flirtatiously, Jaycee disagreed, “Naw, I’m not a motherfucker. I’m a Grayfucker.”

Gray chuckled at her smart mouth. “Well, Grayfucker, you’re not doing a very good job. You haven’t fucked me yet.”

“Give me a few minutes, buster,” Jaycee retorted saucily. “Some men are so fucking impatient.”

Gray slapped her ass and said, “I see your language hasn’t improved much, sweetheart.”

Jaycee stuck her tongue out playfully.

Gray had forgotten how much fun it was to banter with Jaycee. The playfulness and the innuendos only drove their lust higher.

“I can think of more pleasant things you could be doing with that pretty tongue of yours,” Gray retorted smugly.

Jaycee’s seductive smile made his heart flip. Her smoldering eyes met his. “Big boy, you still have on pants. I cannot exactly suck your cock if it’s locked away in your jeans.”

Gray’s dick strained in the already-confined space. He wondered if he should be thankful he was going commando or not. It was very easy access but uncomfortable as hell to have his naked cock pressing against the unyielding zipper.

Gray reached for the button of his pants, but halted when he realized Cade watched them avidly. Cade was as voyeuristic as a person could be. So, Gray was about to give him one hell of a show. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down with deliberate slowness.

Cade groaned. “Shit, Gray, stop hogging the lady. It’s my turn.”

Chapter 8

Standing outside in a nearly deserted parking lot with the sun at her back, Jaycee still managed to feel like someone had dashed a bucket of freezing cold water on her. The desire-filled fog cleared, and comprehension dawned. She was doing what she’d promised herself she would never do again—choosing one over the other.

Panicking, Jaycee shoved Gray away from her with trembling hands. “Get off me, Gray. Please. Please, just get off me.”

Disappointment flooded Jaycee when Gray stepped away. She’d wanted him to fight her, not accept her appeal. He made life so much easier when he pissed her off.

Jaycee grabbed the remnants of her torn shirt and made an effort to cover her breasts as much as possible. It was futile, so she let it go and stood in the middle of the parking lot proudly with her shirt gaping and her breasts exposed to the heat of the sun.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

They spoke to her at the exact same time. Since she didn’t know which one to look at, she wouldn’t look at either of them. Her eyes fell to the blisteringly hot asphalt underneath her sneakers.

“Don’t you want me?” Jaycee could hear the hurt in Cade’s husky voice and wanted to smack him for being so obtuse.

So she did. She whacked him on the side of his head, and it made her feel good, really good. “Of course I want you, dumbass. That’s not the problem.”

Gray cleared his throat, distracting her. “Then I’m the problem? If it’s me, I’ll go.” He made a move to leave.

Jaycee hit him, too. This time, she didn’t feel vindicated, though. She felt pissed. They hadn’t been back in her life a full week, and she was already being driven to violence. “Gray, you’re an asshole. You come here and dangle what I want in front of me then walk away as if you don’t give a damn. Well, fine. I don’t need you, and I don’t need him.” She pointed at Cade viciously.

Jaycee turned on her heel and stalked back toward her apartment, muttering under her breath the whole way.

Before she reached the steps leading to her apartment, someone grabbed her from behind. She shrieked and struggled to get away from the man holding her.

“Oh, baby. You just made my fucking day,” Gray whispered gruffly in Jaycee’s ear.

One of the hands at her waist journeyed up her rib cage, stopping at her breasts long enough to flick her already-hard nipple. Then, much to her chagrin, he continued upward, gliding over her neck, into the mass of curly hair.

Jaycee was about to explode in anticipation. This Gray was unknown to her, but not entirely unfamiliar. He’d been lurking under the surface for years, and she was about to get her first real dose. She shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

Gray caressed her hair and rubbed her scalp.

Jaycee’s body went slack, the tension in her muscles disappeared in a flash, and her breathing slowed. She felt like her Jell-O legs might give out at any moment, but she didn’t worry. Her men were here, and they would take good care of her.

Gray’s sweet, loving touch turned to painful pleasure. He seized her hair in a restrictive clutch, pulling her head back and exposing her neck.

Cade appeared out of thin air. He was in front of her, his body so close their chests collided with every breath she took.

Squeezed between these two men was more than Jaycee had ever dreamed. With Gray’s steely cock against her ass and Cade’s stiff cock against her crotch, she thought she would die from the pleasure.

Jaycee’s cunt heated, and her juices boiled over. Moisture leaked from between her labia, dampening her panties and trickling down her leg. She bit back a scream as her hips involuntarily gyrated between their two hard, luscious bodies.

Cade leaned down and kissed her neck, overwhelming her with emotion. It was so tender that her heart clenched. He made her feel so cherished, so adored.

Cade brushed his lips back and forth in a torturous motion. As the chills skittered down her spine, Jaycee felt him lightly nip. She wanted to scream in frustration. He was teasing her, tormenting her.

She growled, noisily, with aggression. She would love nothing more than to beg and plead but wouldn’t give Cade the gratification.

Bite me. Bite me. Bite me hard.

Jaycee longed for Cade to leave a mark. It might be a primitive desire, but she wanted the whole world to know she had been fucked by these men and fucked good.

What she wasn’t prepared for was Gray’s mouth lowering to the other side of her neck. He yanked her hair and granted both men even better access. Instead of kissing her, though, Gray bit her. Cade didn’t give her body time to respond to Gray before he bit her, too.

The delicious pain disappeared in a millisecond. Pleasure rushed over her, triggering another gush of moisture as her pussy spasmed. She moaned passionately.

Cade chuckled. “Gray, I think we are going to need to gag her before everything is said and done.”

Jaycee felt the surge of blood in her cheeks.

“I love that shade of pink on your face, sweetheart, but it’s a rose-colored ass I want to see,” Gray informed her coolly as if he were telling her about the weather.

“We’re ready,” Cade told Gray cryptically, talking over her head.

Cade infuriated her. They both did. “
She
is right here, and
she
wants—”

Her tirade came to a standstill when she realized her hands were bound. While she’d been distracted, he’d tied her wrists with what looked and felt like rope.