Gus: Come over after work. We’ll take care of your needy pussy.
* * *
I noted he’d sent it right after she left.
* * *
Parker: OK
* * *
Her response was timed much later—in fact, just ten minutes ago—I assumed after the call she’d left us to attend. At least I knew she was okay, thank fuck. Raines wasn’t known for a shit ton of crime, but bad things could happen anywhere.
* * *
Then Kemp had chimed in on the group text.
* * *
Kemp: Since you had your panties halfway down, clothes are optional.
Parker: I should come naked?
* * *
“Holy shit,” I muttered, thinking of her showing up in just a trench coat and fuck-me heels.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gus grin and tip up his chin toward me. “Send her something so she knows we’re all into this.”
“She’s the fucking sheriff,” I countered.
“Yeah, and if you get your head out of your ass, you’ll be fucking the sheriff all night long,” Kemp added, drying his hands.
Since he was annoying, but accurate, I paused, thought of what to type.
* * *
Me: We can make you come dressed, naked, riding any one of our dicks. Even two of them.
* * *
I hit send and both of their cells vibrated. Gus looked at his. “Nice.” Then he typed as fast as his big thumbs would allow.
* * *
My cell vibrated—we didn’t leave the ringers on during working hours—and I read his addition.
* * *
Gus: That’s right, pixie. You can have all three of us at the same time if you want. And I promise, you’ll come.
* * *
Her response came almost immediately.
* * *
Parker: I need it. Bad. I get off at six.