Letting go of a deep sigh, Sparrow got into his black-and-red patrol car and headed down Route 14. Not two minutes outside of town he spotted someone speeding down the road.
Sparrow hit the lights and siren.
The beat-up Camaro slowed and then pulled to the side of the road. Sparrow got out, hand on the butt of his gun as he approached the car. When he stopped at the driver’s window, he rapped the glass with his knuckles. “Roll it down.”
The man had been digging in his glove box. When the driver turned to smile up at him, Sparrow was instantly in lust. The man’s dazzling blue eyes were the prettiest things he’d ever seen.
The mechanical sound of the window lowering filled the air before the scent of something fruity filled Sparrow’s lungs. If it was an air freshener, then it was strong. But Sparrow had a feeling it was something the guy was wearing.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
“My speed thingy is broken.”
“License, insurance card, and registration,” Sparrow said.
The man reached up into his visor and grabbed a card. All the while, Sparrow was trying his best to check the man out without being too obvious. The guy was slim, had blondish-white hair, and was drop-dead gorgeous.
Too bad Sparrow had to write this guy a ticket.
“I have my license, but I borrowed this car.” The driver handed him the things Sparrow had asked for. The insurance and registration were under Greg Abrams’s name while the driver’s license stated that the driver was Josh Abrams. “My brother is in the service, so he said I could use his car while he’s gone.”
Use it or steal it. Sparrow wasn’t certain.
He wasn’t going to be pulled in by a pretty face. “Did he sign anything stating that you could use his car?”
The man’s face fell. “Well, no. But he’s my brother. I didn’t think I had to have him sign anything.”
Sparrow was usually pretty good at reading people, but he couldn’t get a fix on this guy.
“Then do you have any way to verify what you’re telling me?” Sparrow gazed at the license. Josh was five foot seven, one hundred and twenty pounds, and from Maine. “You’re a long way from home, Mr. Abrams.”
“Please, call me Josh.” The man began to chew at his thumbnail. “I can’t call Greg. He’s overseas.”
Likely story. “Sit tight.”
Sparrow walked back to his car and radioed in the information. The station was supposed to be getting an upgrade. Sparrow had put in a request for the patrol cars to be equipped with mobile data terminals so he could simply put Josh’s information into a laptop, but the request was still pending so he had to do things the old-fashioned way.
Sparrow sat there enjoying the soft breeze that was blowing through his car as he stared at Josh’s vehicle. The guy could be telling the truth.
He hoped Josh was.
The dispatcher radioed him back, telling Sparrow that Josh was clean and there was no report of the car being stolen. Sparrow got out and walked back to Josh. But before he got to the driver’s window, Sparrow glanced in the backseat.
What he saw changed everything.
Sparrow pulled his gun and aimed it at Josh. “Get out nice and slow.”
* * * *
Clayton pulled into a parking spot in front of the post office. He’d come into town to pick up a package when he spotted Sparrow over at the police station, getting out of his patrol car.
What caught his attention was the cute blond the sheriff was pulling from the backseat.
There was something fruity on the air, like citrus and strawberries. Clayton moved a little closer, still sniffing when he realized the little blond was a bear shifter.
“It wasn’t mine!” the blond was yelling as Sparrow hauled the cuffed man into the station.
Curious, Clayton followed.
The sheriff had been avoiding him since the human had witnessed Dresden giving birth. The sheriff had walked right in as Dresden was pushing the baby out. Seeing a stranger in the room, Harland had shifted into his bear form to protect his mate, and Clayton had had to do some fancy talking to stop Harland from killing Sparrow.
Those thoughts slipped away as the fruity scent grew stronger. Clayton was more intrigued with the stranger right now than with Sparrow not wanting to see him.
Clayton stepped into the cool building, his skin instantly itching as his sweat began to dry. It was early summer and already the daytime temperatures were well into the nineties.
“Hey, Clayton.” The dispatcher, Harold, smiled at him as Clayton walked into the lobby. “Can I help you with something?”
Clayton shook his head, following that delicious smell.
Josh was furious by the time Sparrow hung up his phone. “Just who in the hell do you think you are?” Part of his anger came from the nervous energy humming through his body. It was true that he was attracted to both men. But there was no way in hell he was sleeping with them at the same time.
They’d lost their ever-loving minds. “What kind of a guy do you think I am?”
A part of him settled when he saw the look in Sparrow’s eyes. The man wasn’t as confident as he had pretended to be on the phone. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one worrying about this.
“I think you’re the kind of guy who knows how to let two men show him a world of pleasure.” Sparrow moved in so quickly that Josh barely had time to catch his breath.
So much for Sparrow being nervous.
Even though the guy was human, Josh could see pure predator in the man’s obsidian eyes. Sparrow might not be one hundred percent sure about where things were going, but the man seemed to be onboard. The sheriff pulled Josh into his arms, kissing along the line of his jaw.
Josh wasn’t the type to engage in behavior like having sex with two men at the same time. “I’m not too sure about this,” he said to Sparrow as the sheriff continued to kiss him down his neck. Josh shivered, curling his fingers into the man’s shirt as he tilted his head to the side.
It had been too long since he’d felt the touch of a lover.
He was on the most extreme edge of arousal as Sparrow worked at Josh’s pants, unfastening them, pulling Josh’s cock free. The pad of the sheriff’s thumb ran over the head and Josh hissed, his ass clenching, needing to be filled. He heard something in the distance, but Josh was too far gone to concentrate on the noise. He could care less if someone was driving past them. He wasn't going to let Sparrow stop.
“Just relax.” Sparrow’s voice was heavy with sexual heat, his breath coming out in soft pants. “Don’t be alarmed, Josh.”
He had no idea what Sparrow was talking about until Josh felt something solid at his back, a wicked heat that made him feel even hotter than the temperature of the bright, sunny day.
Clayton had arrived.
He was sandwiched between the two. Clayton pressed into his back and Sparrow left no room in the front. He wasn’t sure what to do. The dynamics seemed simple enough, but with so much muscle surrounding him, Josh couldn’t think straight.
Josh had never thought he would have anything remotely close to this—two handsome, stubborn alpha males bidding for his time.
Sparrow sealed his lips over Josh’s neck, sucking up a bruise. His insides formed knots, his muscles locked into place.
“Relax, hon,” Clayton said from behind him as his hands skimmed over Josh’s waist. “It’s just us, no one else.”
Sparrow continued to suck erotically at his neck. The sensation only made Josh’s cock harder, throbbing painfully in Sparrow’s hand. Josh tried hard to stop his body from shaking, but it was so overwhelming being trapped between the two.
He held his breath as Sparrow slowly began to work Josh’s pants free. Sparrow pulled away from Josh’s neck and yanked Josh’s jeans down and off. He stopped momentarily to remove Josh’s shoes, and then Josh was naked from the waist down.
God, I’m about to have sex with two men. The thought startled and excited him in the same measure. But Josh couldn’t just stand there. He pulled at Sparrow’s shirt until the man lifted his arms and allowed Josh to slide it over the man’s head, tossing it aside.
The skin-to-skin contact was amazing. He also felt the solid wall of flesh behind him and knew that Clayton was already undressed. He must have stripped down as soon as he’d left his truck.
Josh began to panic. He wasn’t sure if he could go through with this. The heat from both men scorched him and Josh started to lose his bravado. He began to think about his earlier protest. What if only one of them was his mate? Could he live with the fact that he let another man fuck him in front of his mate?
“Wait.” Josh pressed his hand into Sparrow’s hard chest and nearly whimpered at how good the man felt.
Clayton moved even closer, his hand on Josh’s hip. All three sank to a kneeling position as Clayton’s hands slid over Josh’s ass.
“Tell me to back off and I’ll move away,” Clayton said as he pressed his lips to Josh’s ear. “I swear this to you.”
This was his chance to say no, to tell both men he didn’t want this.
But he did. As much as Josh feared that only one man was his mate, by god, he didn’t want either to stop what they were doing. He wanted the pleasure they were offering.
Josh didn’t say a word, but neither did he relax. He just knelt there, his breathing shallow. Clayton’s heat began to slowly seep into Josh, his cock pressing between Josh’s butt cheeks.
The man didn’t move away.
Splaying his fingers, Clayton ran his hand down Josh’s chest. When his hand reached Josh’s lower stomach, he felt the head of Clayton’s cock pressing against his back entrance.
Clayton was rock hard.
“You look so good between us,” Sparrow said. “Like a little minx here to destroy our senses.”