Page 32 of Outlawed

“Hey,” I greet him sleepily.

He bends down and kisses me softly before standing up and removing his gun belt and badge.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d crash at your place or not, with it being closer and all to the station.”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

I smile at him as he strips, tired, but not too tired to enjoy the view.

“How’s Hannah?”

“Hanging in there.”

“I saw the vigil outside. Some of those candles are still burning bright. Should I be worried about the potential fire hazard?”

I shake my head. “Take your sheriff’s hat off, Shep. The house will let me know if there is an issue.”

He grunts but doesn’t put up a fight when I pull back the covers and make space for him to slide in beside me. I lift my head and lay it on his chest as I feel Riggs move closer in his sleep. Somehow, he always senses when I move away.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“What? Home?”

I feel him nod. “I know I still have my place, but that’s all it ever was. A place to crash. A place to eat. It’s different here. I look forward to coming back each day, even if I have to share a bed with another dude.”

The laughter that erupts from me wakes Riggs and makes Shepard start laughing too.

“What’s going on?” Riggs asks, disgruntled, which sets me off again.

I keep laughing until I find myself being dragged off Shepard by Riggs, who climbs on top of me and lifts my arms above my head, pinning me in place.

“You have far too much energy. Let’s see if we can burn some of it off.” He dips his head before I can protest and kisses me hard and deep. My body responds as I spread my legs so I can cradle his hips with my thighs.

He pulls his mouth from mine and blazes a trail of kisses down my jaw before he gets to my breasts. “Hmm… spoilt for choice.”

“Or, you could leave some for the rest of us, you damn titty hogger,” Shepard complains, and it makes me laugh all over again.

That is, until Riggs shifts to one side, sucking a nipple into his mouth, leaving the other breast open for Shepard, who is never one to miss an opportunity when it’s presented to him. Shepard rolls onto his side and cups my breast with his hand before dipping his head and snagging my nipple lightly with his teeth. The little bite of pain has me arching off the bed.

“So fucking responsive,” he growls.

I look down at the guys as they feast, and feel like a fucking goddess at the carnal vision they paint.

Riggs moves so he can spread my legs wide, trailing his fingers down my body to my pussy. He toys with my clit for a moment before dipping a finger inside me. “She’s so fucking wet, man. You’ve gotta feel this.”

Shepard pulls his mouth from my nipple and looks down at Riggs’s hand before moving to join him.

“Fuck!” I curse when Shepard slides a finger into me, too.

“You’re right. She’s dripping.”

“I think she likes us both touching her together.”

“That true, Poppy?” Shepard asks, looking up at me as his finger thrusts in and out.

“Yes,” I hiss, cantering my hips so I can take more.