Rough Justice (5 page)

“Ease up.” He nudged Soto’s hip. “You’ve got nothing to prove to her…or to me.”

“Oh fuck!” Ivan jolted and his muscles bunched. He wrapped his fist around his cock and erupted with another shout. Spasms rocked his body and his teeth clenched. Roxie closed her eyes and took him all, deep into her throat. Finally the storm ebbed. Ivan stilled and his touch turned soft as he caressed her face, brushed her hair from her temples.

Roxie smiled around his cock. Then she sucked the head clean, drinking down Ivan’s seed.

“Uncuff her.” Jay stood and walked around the bed to her nightstand where he knew she kept condoms.

Roxie swallowed, still savoring the tangy taste of Ivan lingering on her tongue. Her pulse raced and delicious sexual energy screamed through her. She was more turned on than she had ever been. Two virile, attractive men, both with hard cocks, were ready to lavish their attention on her.

That Jay was comfortable with his nudity in front of Ivan wasn’t a surprise, but that Ivan seemed to follow Jay’s lead
was
. She’d thought the tough sheriff would’ve taken control over the erotic encounter. Yet his obvious discomfort didn’t lessen his appeal. She liked the fact that the intense hunger glinting in his eyes was for her alone. That he’d rather have her to himself, but tolerated Jay just to be with her.

Jay walked to the nightstand, his defined thigh muscles rippling with his stride. Tousled short brown hair still bore the faint marks of his baseball cap and a day’s growth of whiskers shadowed his chiseled cheeks and jaw. Her breath caught as he grabbed a couple condoms and crossed to the light switch on the wall. With a flip, he plunged the room into darkness. Roxie smiled. Sometimes Jay had moments of brilliance.

Cloaked in shadows, Ivan could explore the sensations of their ménage. Revel in her kisses and body without worry of where Jay touched her or what he did to her. Jay already knew what made her thighs quiver, her body sing and her heart pound. For years he’d played her perfectly, had the confidence to know he could make her moan through her release.

However, on the side of the road, Ivan had left her dizzy, her body spiraling out of control.

But this was unusual for all of them. Well…at least she knew
she’d
never had two men ravishing her at the same time. Doing a lap dance in the Champagne Room at the club for a group of rowdy men wasn’t the same. And she’d bet this was a first for Ivan. He needed the darkness because, unlike Jay, Ivan wasn’t comfortable being naked in bed with another man, regardless that they were both focused on her.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Ivan’s muscular arm grazed against the outer edge of her breast as he shifted her body. The clink of the cuffs echoed in the darkened room then her hands were free. Before he could pull away, she trailed her fingers up his rippled abs.

“Ivan…” He paused and she pulled him close. “I’m glad you stayed.” He leaned into her and she found his mouth with hers. Dark and delicious hunger weaved between them. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

The bed dipped with Jay’s weight.

“Keep the sticks apart.”

Roxie laughed and nipped his lips. “Jay doesn’t want your cock.” She wrapped her fingers around his erection. “But I do.” He was still hard after his orgasm. She smoothed the taut skin over the solid strength of his arousal. “I have for months.” She drew her fingertip over the slit in the large mushroom head, gathered a trickle of moisture and brought it to her tongue.

Ivan growled and plundered her mouth. She rose to her knees on the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Get on the bed, Ivan.” She lay back, dragging him with her then rolling to her side. “Touch me.”

Ivan ran his hand over the curve of her hip, into the dip of her waist and up to her shoulder. His mouth slid languidly over hers. He pulled back and whispered, “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here with you.” He chuckled. “And your boyfriend.”

“I need you,” she said against his lips. “Don’t think about Jay…just me. I want you here.” She wanted the aggressive sheriff who’d handcuffed her, thrust his cock into her mouth and impaled her on his baton. She smiled. And she wanted him while Jay watched.

Jay moved in behind her. He slid a condom into her palm. “Can you take us both?” he asked her. “Or do you want to take turns?”

She turned her head and made out the silhouette of Jay hovering above her, but she knew he wouldn’t kiss her after she’d swallowed Ivan’s cum. “I don’t know.” She’d never had double entry. At least, not with two fully erect men. Having Jay fuck her in the ass while she worked two fingers into her crotch wasn’t the same thing. She turned back to Ivan, who’d rolled onto his back. “One at a time.”
Keep the sticks apart.

Tonight was supposed to be about her and the sheriff, who had been her fantasy for months. In all the times she’d imagined his length and thickness stretching and filling her, the last person she expected to be in the bed with them was Jay.

In spite of that, to have him next to her felt right.

Jay rolled to his back. “Fuck me or suck me?”

She giggled. “God, you’re crass.” And she loved that about Jay. Just as much as she loved the quiet yet authoritarian strength of Ivan.

Roxie felt around in the dark until she grabbed Ivan’s hand. “Will you use your weapon against me, Sheriff?” His silence spoke loudly. She pushed the condom into his hand and leaned over him. He quivered as she swept her hair across his chest, feathered delicate kisses across his pectorals. She touched her tongue to his salty flesh and buried her nose in his neck. Heat, musky male scent and perspiration dizzied her mind. “Fuck me, Ivan.”

Jay scooted higher on the bed and Roxie crawled over his body until she was poised over his erection, her knees straddling his legs. She arched her back and braced her upper body with her arms. “I’m ready,” she whispered. “Are you?” Jay sucked in a breath as she kissed the crown of his cock, circling her tongue along the stiff ridge.

The bed dipped as Ivan maneuvered behind her. He probed her pussy, honey flowing onto his fingers. He spread her juices higher, over her puckered hole. “Yes,” she answered to his silent question. “There’s lubricant on the nightstand.”

The comforter rustled as Ivan moved across the bed. A moment later he was behind her again.

Roxie slowed her breaths and relaxed her muscles. Ivan’s hot tongue played in her ass and she moaned. He kissed her lower back, ran his strong hands over her curving hips. Not the spanking he’d given her on the side of the road, but almost as if he worshipped her flesh with his touch and kiss. Emotion swelled in her chest. She tamped down the urge to find more than a sexual response to his caress.

Pressure against her anus caused her body to tighten.
Deep breath. Relax.
“Ohh.” The engorged crown of Ivan’s cock slipped in. Although he’d lubricated his shaft, the rim of her hole burned as he inched deeper. She panted through the sting until her muscles relaxed, accepting the intrusion. Deeper. Fuller. Ivan groaned, grinding his groin against her, his hips gyrating and finally, his thick cock filled her ass.

Jay grabbed his cock and nudged her. “I need your mouth on me, Rox. I’m so hard.”

She almost wished the lights were on because she loved the way Jay’s deep blue eyes sparkled as his gaze locked on her mouth while she sucked his cock. “Stroke it for me. I love to watch you pleasure yourself.”

“It’s dark. You can’t see me. But I’m squeezing my cock—hard. I like it rough.”

Ivan pulled back and slammed back into her. “Oh mama mia! Ivan likes it rough too. Fuck me, baby.” She opened her mouth over Jay and slid her lips down his length.

Ivan grunted. His fingers dug into her hips. A synchronized flow of movement had Roxie sucking Jay’s cock and rocking onto Ivan’s. Her body tightened. She wanted to come, but she couldn’t stay on her hands and knees, pleasure Jay and touch her clit so she could teeter over the edge into orgasm. Whimpers of frustration mixed with moans of pleasure. She had to come.

A scream built in her throat but she didn’t want to release the suction she had on Jay’s shaft. His cock stretched, thickened. The essence of Ivan lingered in her mouth. At the same time, she felt the tension in both men. Jay was on the brink of release and Ivan plunged deeper, harder. They could all come together if she could…oh god, now!

Jay understood her body perfectly, but Ivan had yet to learn what she needed. She groaned in frustration.

“Ivan, she needs more.”

Yes! Thank you, Jay.
Ivan reached between her legs. Ah, her clit throbbed. Hot and erect, twitching and raw. Ivan gently grazed a finger across the sensitive nub.
Oh yes.
She moaned long and low while still blowing Jay. Convulsions rocked her core. Millions of stars sparked behind her closed eyes.

“Fuck!” Jay jolted and his hips rose in a violent thrust. Roxie relaxed her throat. Warm and salty cream exploded from his rigid shaft. She swallowed, savoring the familiar flavor. At the same time, Ivan’s growl ricocheted off the walls. She felt his cock, deep and pulsing. He held her tight around the waist, nearly lifting her off the bed.

Finally the only sounds in the room were their breaths returning to normal.

Ivan slipped from her body and released her. Her hands braced against Jay’s chest, she could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms. She sat back, leaned against Ivan and released a contented sigh.

Chapter Three

Roxie tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but the tightness remained. Jay had crashed out, naked and apparently intending to stay the night. However, as soon as Ivan slipped from her body, he immediately left the bed and flipped on the bedside lamp. He fumbled on the floor for his uniform pants and tugged them on.

“Do you have to go?”

A muscle twitched in his jaw as his stare rested on Jay then turned to her. “Yeah, I think I should.”

Roxie crossed the room and slipped her arms into a short satin robe. “Can you stay for a cup of coffee?” She didn’t want him to leave. Not like this…unsure of himself, of her, of what happened between the three of them.

Roxie slid her hand into his large one. Ivan dropped his shirt and followed her to the kitchen. He sat at the table and she went to the sink to fill the coffeepot with water.

“It’s been a crazy night,” she said.

“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it.” Ivan closed his eyes, leaned his head back and combed his fingers through his hair. Muscles in his arms bunched.

Roxie paused with the pot in her hand. Her eyes raked the flexed contours of his chest. Masculine, strong and sexy as hell. Flutters filled her tummy. She wouldn’t have thought any moisture was left in her body, but her mouth watered and her pussy clenched. Her eyes slowly lifted until she stared into his piercing green depths. Puckered nipples poked against the silky material of the robe. With each ragged breath, the fabric scraped against the sensitive, taut tips.

She looked away first. “Do you like cream in your coffee?” After she poured the water into the coffeemaker and added grounds to the basket, she went back to the table and sat next to Ivan.

“So do you and Jay have little
parties
often?”

Reaching out, she grasped his hand on the table and shook her head. “Never! This is the first time for me.” She glanced toward the bedroom. “I don’t know about Jay.” Turning back to Ivan, she said, “What about you?”

He chuckled. “First and
only
time for me.”

Roxie’s tummy swooped. Evidently she’d enjoyed the encounter more than Ivan had. The way Jay knocked off, just like he always did after copulation, told her he’d found satisfaction in their sex play. “I don’t know what to say.”

“What’s the story with you and Jay?”

“We have a long history. Six months ago we decided to see other people. I say we broke up,” she shrugged. “But I guess we really haven’t. He’s still my best friend. I trust him.”

“Are you in love with him?”

She went to the cupboard and grabbed two mugs and poured the coffee. “Did you say you wanted cream?”

He shook his head. “Black.”

She brought the cups back to the table.

“Thanks.” He took a sip. “So?”

Did she love Jay? “Yes…and that doesn’t change anything.” For several years she and Jay had been good together. They still had passion for each other. They still had great sex. “Jay and I have different goals.”

They were on different life tracks. Jay dreamed of the big league and she knew working as a stripper, while fun, wasn’t exactly shooting for the moon. But she just wasn’t ready to give up dancing. Someday, she hoped she could open a small shoe shop. Specialty items, and not just for strippers, but edgy styles that department stores didn’t carry. But that was a long way off.

“I want to see you again.” Ivan took another sip of coffee. “Without Jay. I’m not into sharing.”

“I understand.” And she did. She also wished he felt differently. “I’ve dreamt of you for months. Tonight was incredible.” She lowered her eyes. “But I won’t give up Jay.” They had too much history to toss on one amazing night. Part of her realized she and Jay might not have a future as a couple, but an equally strong part hoped they did. But first Jay needed the opportunity to play baseball. He’d get his big break. And when he did, she’d be there to celebrate with him.