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Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 12,685
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing
When you’re a thief and you’re dating two cops, life can be tricky—especially when you stumble across your boys in the middle of a heist. When you’re a cop and you’re dating a sexy thief, life isn’t just weird. It’s dangerous.
Blue is falling for her two new boyfriends, but they’re having trouble finding time to be together. Being a thief is crazy. And a cop’s work is never done. When you don’t have time to date, you steal any kind of alone time that you can. So what if Liam and Matt are tied up in the middle of a murder investigation?
Matt and Liam never expected to find themselves bound together in a basement. When Blue stumbles over them, she offers them something much more risky than freedom: herself. Because she’s not a saint. She’s a very, very naughty thief, and when her boys neglect her, they must pay her price if they want to win her heart.
Be warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, bondage
Chapter One Teaser:
Blue inched her way along yet another ventilation shaft. Feels like I spend half my life in these things, she mused as she rubbed the itch out of her nose. This one was thick with dust and other things she didn’t care to think about too closely, but she moved carefully and slowly. She did not want to get stuck. On television, the life of a thief looked glamorous and exciting, but the reality was a hell of a lot less fun. Keep it together, Blue, she told herself. Another hour and you’ll be home with the boys.
She wiggled a little, then rolled to the right so that she could fit through the small space easier. This shaft was in an old, brick building and it eventually opened into a crawl space that ran between two firewalls. She’d had to climb the walls to get to the fourth floor. She wasn’t looking forward to climbing back down. She shimmied some more, and then relaxed when she finally got to the opening. She edged into the crawl space deliberately, not wanting to plummet head first to her death. When she was mostly out, she reached above the airshaft and grabbed some protruding pipes with her fingers. The entire process consisted of one part adrenaline, one part brute force, and two parts good luck. To be completely honest, it kind of felt like dating. Dangling from old pipes in the middle of a cramped space—yeah. This is exactly what dating feels like, she thought. And the two men she was seeing had no idea that she was still rather bemused and uncertain about the entire thing.
Good thing this old plumbing is mostly solid, she thought, easing the bottom half of her body out of the ventilation tube. Soon she was climbing down, thinking about the yummy lasagna Matt had promised her. When something clanged just below her, however, her thoughts scattered. Her heart pounded so loudly for a moment she couldn’t hear a damn thing, but then a few seconds later the noise clanged again, reverberating up through the pipes she was using as a handhold.
“Shit,” she breathed, easing hand over hand even more slowly. The pipes knocked again and she looked down, but saw nothing but darkness. She rolled her lower lip between her teeth, thinking hard. If she kept going, she might end up in a dangerous situation. If she climbed back up, she’d probably have to wait until morning to leave the building the regular way.
“Shit,” she repeated to herself, then began to quickly climb the rest of the way down. When she reached the ground, she flattened herself against the brick and shuffled silently to the right. She trailed her fingers along the wall in front of her. After a few feet, her fingers touched the loose board that covered the hole to the basement.
I really want that lasagna for dinner, Blue thought, imagining a romantic dinner with her two boyfriends. They had only been dating for a few weeks, and between her schedule and theirs, they hadn’t been able to spend much time together. Tonight was supposed to be their first full night together. She’d been looking forward to it all week. She took a deep breath and crouched down, then carefully pulled the board away from the wall. She put her eye to the crack just as a light clicked on across the basement. She blinked back tears as her eyes watered from the brightness. The bulb swung from a wire tacked into the old ceiling beam.
Dammit. That smarts. A good thief worked in darkness as much as possible, and Blue was a very, very good thief. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark an hour ago. Oh well, nothing I can do about it. She squinted and put her eye back to the crack, but all she could see were boxes piled haphazardly against the far wall, near the steps. Her angle of view sucked.
“How did we get ourselves in this situation again?”
Blue froze, willing her heart to stay in her chest. Matt? What the hell is he doing here?
“We were chasing a lead,” Liam said laconically.
And Liam, too? Of all the crappy luck, Blue thought, wishing she could bang her head on the wall. Unfortunately, it would make too much noise and give away her position.
“And you chased your lead right into the middle of my drug deal,” another man said.
“We could care less about your operation, Mr. Fozza. You know that,” Matt said carefully.
Blue frowned. She recognized the name from the pawnshop owner’s illegal book she’d stolen a few weeks ago. Fozza was one of the men who handled marijuana distribution in the city. From what she’d been able to find out from her contacts, he was pretty high up in his organization. Thankfully, he wasn’t prone to irrational bursts of random violence and he had a good reputation for keeping his word. Her boys should be okay if they kept their mouths shut. She hoped they would. She didn’t know them well enough yet to predict how they would behave in a dangerous situation.
Bullshit, her memory told her. You know exactly how they’ll behave. You were in a shootout with them, remember? Blue pressed her lips together and banished the memory of the men protecting her.
“I know that, and you know that, but the men who I’m meeting with upstairs don’t know that,” Fozza replied.
“Just let us go and we’ll get out of your hair. Problem solved,” Liam said.
Blue heard a rustling sound.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t take the chance. You’re going to have to stay here for a bit. I’ll figure out what to do with you later.”
“Fozza—” Matt began, but the man interrupted him.
“Sorry about this, Mr. Detective. Sit tight and be quiet.”
The sound of boxes being dragged and then a door being shut and locked told Blue that Fozza had left. She leaned down to the crack again, but still couldn’t see anything. “Dammit,” she murmured under her breath. She eased the wood out and leaned it against the opposite wall, then stuck her head fully into the opening. Matt and Liam were on the floor, tied back-to-back, from their elbows to their hands. They’d been blindfolded, too. Matt wore a black t-shirt and jeans. Liam wore a green button down shirt. Neither of them had their weapons or badges.
Huh. This is interesting, she thought, smiling speculatively. She glanced at the stairs. No way to get out the way she came in, at least not right now. Fozza had undoubtedly locked the door. She eyed the single small window near the ceiling. She could squirm out that way, but neither Matt nor Liam’s shoulders were small enough to fit.
“Well, this sucks, big time,” Matt complained. “I promised Blue I’d make lasagna tonight.”
“We promised her lasagna,” Liam muttered, struggling against the zip ties binding his arms to Matt’s. “And now we’ll probably miss dinner altogether.”
“Stop that,” Matt said, banging his head back against his partner’s.
“Ow,” Liam complained, struggling harder.
“Liam, stop struggling. You’re making it worse.”
Liam growled. “I think one of the ties is loose.”
Matt sighed. “Even if one is loose, it’s not going to help much and you know it. Just sit tight. He’ll let us go when he’s done.”
Liam slumped down. “I don’t want to miss our date.”
“I don’t either.”
Blue smiled to herself. None of them were going anywhere, but that didn’t mean they had to skip their date. She slowly eased into the room, then walked across until she stood in front of her men. “Well, I was expecting pasta, but this isn’t so bad.”
Matt started violently. “Blue?”
She smiled, knowing he couldn’t see her. “The one and only.”
“What are you doing here? You’re not mixed up with Fozza, are you?” Liam asked, frowning.
“No. I was here to work on a completely different job in the building next door.” She could see that Liam wasn’t happy about her being here. “Don’t worry. No one knows I’m here.”
“Blue—” Liam said, but his partner cut him off.
“Shut up, Liam. I don’t care why she’s here.” Matt tilted his head in her direction. “Can you untie us and get us out?”
Blue tapped her lip, then slid off her glove. “Sorry, nope.”
Liam frowned even more. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”
“Your friend, Fozza, blocked and locked the door. And the two of you are too big to fit out the window,” she explained.
“Dammit,” Liam muttered.
“Well, where did you come from, Blue? Maybe we can leave that way,” Matt said, reasonably.
“Unfortunately not. We’d have to climb back up the walls, crawl through a ventilation shaft, and then hide out in a closet until morning.” Blue slid off her other glove and stepped closer. She wanted to touch them, badly. She licked her lips. There was something undeniably sexy about having two big men tied up and at her mercy.
“We’ve hid in a closet before,” Matt said, a hint of humor in his voice.
Blue smiled. “All three of us won’t fit in this one.” Silence greeted her pronouncement. “I could probably go out the window and sneak back in and open the door.”
“No way,” Matt argued. “It’s too dangerous. Fozza is up there somewhere.”
“He’s right,” Liam agreed.
“Could you at least untie us? Please?” Matt asked.
Blue walked closer, then leaned down and ran her fingers over his face. “Hmm.” Matt’s stubble pricked her fingertips. She liked that. She knelt down and thought about exactly what she wanted to do.
“Hmm? What do you mean, ‘hmm’?” Liam sounded outraged. He pulled against the zip ties again, making Matt wince.
She chuckled and leaned over to cup Liam’s cheek. His skin was smooth-shaven, in contrast to his friend’s jawline. “I kind of like you at my mercy like this.” She ran a thumb over his lips.
He went perfectly still. “Blue, what are you doing?”
She bit her lip, then leaned in and kissed him, open-mouthed. He shuddered, but couldn’t pull away. He had no choice but to kiss her back.
“Liam? What’s she doing?” Matt asked. It was his turn to struggle.
“Stop struggling,” she said, putting her hands on their arms. “I don’t want you to hurt yourselves.”
In answer, she kissed him, too. It really is delightfully convenient that they’re tied so closely together, she mused, enjoying the way his full lips immediately coaxed hers apart. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and her breath quickened.
“She’s kissing you, isn’t she?” Liam asked.
Blue grinned against Matt’s mouth. “Uh-huh.”
“Jesus,” Liam muttered.
She couldn’t resist. She ran her hand up his jaw and turned his head, kissing him, and then going back to Matt. She kissed them both again and again, taking turns until they were all out of breath.