Time to get her
home and tuck her into bed.
She gazed up at them, surprise evident in her wide eyes.
“You guys don’t have to leave with me,” she protested.
“We’re tired too,” Quinn lied.
Crista eyed them. “No, you’re not. I’m a big girl, you know.
I can walk myself home.”
“You walked here?” Nash asked loudly.
“Yes, why?” she asked, her voice filled with innocent
surprise. Anger surged through Quinn as he thought of everything that could’ve
happened to her, wandering around the streets in the dark.
Quinn grabbed one hand while Nash latched on to the other
and they steered her out to the parking lot.
“Hey, guys, slow down,” she exclaimed, pulling at their hold
on her.
Both of them stopped. Quinn glanced down into her
disgruntled face.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking by myself,” she insisted,
although she avoided eye contact.
Quinn tucked a finger under her chin, raising her face.
“Crista, you can’t walk around in the dark by yourself. It’s too dangerous.”
She would give him a heart attack. She really would. The thought of her being
assaulted made him ill.
“Why didn’t you drive?” Nash asked with frustration as they
steered her toward Quinn’s Jeep. They’d ridden over together, united in a
common cause—to beat on Doug. Well, okay, Quinn had wanted to beat on him. “Not
that your car is all that safe. It’s a rust bucket. I’m surprised it passed its
last inspection.”
“There is nothing wrong with my car,” she protested.
Quinn unlocked his Jeep, climbing in the driver’s side as
Nash helped her into the passenger seat. Nash got into the back.
“You know, you two are very bossy. Especially considering
that I’m your boss!”
Crista’s shy side was retreating. This new Crista was
mouthy, obstinate and bratty. Quinn really liked her.
Not that shy Crista didn’t stir both his heart and his dick.
When she bit her lip or lowered her gaze in submission, she could make him hard
instantly. But this bratty side… Well, all the more reason to spank her, right?
Her scent filled his car as he pulled out of the parking lot. Clean, pure
arousal. Damn, he knew it. She was wet. She had to be.
“No way could we just drive home, knowing you were walking
around in the dark. You have to take better care of yourself,” Quinn told her.
“And you’re only the boss at work, darlin’. Outside of work
hours, you’re ours.”
She turned a panicked gaze on him. “What exactly does that
mean?”
“It means we want you, Crista Grayson,” Nash threw down the
gauntlet. “And we intend to have you.”
* * * * *
It means we want you, Crista Grayson.
Surely they didn’t mean it? Crista rolled over, thumping her
pillow as sleep eluded her. Looking over at the bedside clock, she groaned—2:21
a.m.
She sat up. No way she’d be getting any sleep tonight. Not
with arousal riding her. She wanted them, couldn’t stop thinking about them
and, try as she might, she simply could not bring herself off.
Goddamn it.
What would it be like, having the two of them touch her,
taste her? One driving deep into her mouth while the other penetrated her
pussy. Taking her together.
Her hottest fantasy. Two men. Two mouths. Two cocks. What
wasn’t to like? A threesome might not be everyone’s dream but just the idea
drove Crista wild.
Urgh. Why torture herself this way? They must have had more
to drink than she’d thought. That was it. They were drunk and she’d been the
closest female around.
They couldn’t seriously want her.
She bet neither of them was losing sleep over that statement.
Right now they were probably sleeping peacefully, not a worry in their heads.
* * * * *
Nash bit Quinn’s nipple, knowing he enjoyed the mix of
pleasure and pain. Quinn had an amazing body, wide and thick with muscle. Hard.
Hot. Heaven. Nash licked down his firm stomach.
Quinn gasped as Nash swallowed around the head of his dick.
Sharp, salty pre-cum touched Nash’s tongue,
home and tuck her into bed.
She gazed up at them, surprise evident in her wide eyes.
“You guys don’t have to leave with me,” she protested.
“We’re tired too,” Quinn lied.
Crista eyed them. “No, you’re not. I’m a big girl, you know.
I can walk myself home.”
“You walked here?” Nash asked loudly.
“Yes, why?” she asked, her voice filled with innocent
surprise. Anger surged through Quinn as he thought of everything that could’ve
happened to her, wandering around the streets in the dark.
Quinn grabbed one hand while Nash latched on to the other
and they steered her out to the parking lot.
“Hey, guys, slow down,” she exclaimed, pulling at their hold
on her.
Both of them stopped. Quinn glanced down into her
disgruntled face.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking by myself,” she insisted,
although she avoided eye contact.
Quinn tucked a finger under her chin, raising her face.
“Crista, you can’t walk around in the dark by yourself. It’s too dangerous.”
She would give him a heart attack. She really would. The thought of her being
assaulted made him ill.
“Why didn’t you drive?” Nash asked with frustration as they
steered her toward Quinn’s Jeep. They’d ridden over together, united in a
common cause—to beat on Doug. Well, okay, Quinn had wanted to beat on him. “Not
that your car is all that safe. It’s a rust bucket. I’m surprised it passed its
last inspection.”
“There is nothing wrong with my car,” she protested.
Quinn unlocked his Jeep, climbing in the driver’s side as
Nash helped her into the passenger seat. Nash got into the back.
“You know, you two are very bossy. Especially considering
that I’m your boss!”
Crista’s shy side was retreating. This new Crista was
mouthy, obstinate and bratty. Quinn really liked her.
Not that shy Crista didn’t stir both his heart and his dick.
When she bit her lip or lowered her gaze in submission, she could make him hard
instantly. But this bratty side… Well, all the more reason to spank her, right?
Her scent filled his car as he pulled out of the parking lot. Clean, pure
arousal. Damn, he knew it. She was wet. She had to be.
“No way could we just drive home, knowing you were walking
around in the dark. You have to take better care of yourself,” Quinn told her.
“And you’re only the boss at work, darlin’. Outside of work
hours, you’re ours.”
She turned a panicked gaze on him. “What exactly does that
mean?”
“It means we want you, Crista Grayson,” Nash threw down the
gauntlet. “And we intend to have you.”
* * * * *
It means we want you, Crista Grayson.
Surely they didn’t mean it? Crista rolled over, thumping her
pillow as sleep eluded her. Looking over at the bedside clock, she groaned—2:21
a.m.
She sat up. No way she’d be getting any sleep tonight. Not
with arousal riding her. She wanted them, couldn’t stop thinking about them
and, try as she might, she simply could not bring herself off.
Goddamn it.
What would it be like, having the two of them touch her,
taste her? One driving deep into her mouth while the other penetrated her
pussy. Taking her together.
Her hottest fantasy. Two men. Two mouths. Two cocks. What
wasn’t to like? A threesome might not be everyone’s dream but just the idea
drove Crista wild.
Urgh. Why torture herself this way? They must have had more
to drink than she’d thought. That was it. They were drunk and she’d been the
closest female around.
They couldn’t seriously want her.
She bet neither of them was losing sleep over that statement.
Right now they were probably sleeping peacefully, not a worry in their heads.
* * * * *
Nash bit Quinn’s nipple, knowing he enjoyed the mix of
pleasure and pain. Quinn had an amazing body, wide and thick with muscle. Hard.
Hot. Heaven. Nash licked down his firm stomach.
Quinn gasped as Nash swallowed around the head of his dick.
Sharp, salty pre-cum touched Nash’s tongue,
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