Cameron turned around in his seat, clearly surprised by the offer. “You’re inviting us to meet your parents? Or are you going to have us dress up like Poppy and Jas so they don’t realize it’s us?”
“Somehow, I don’t think you two can get away with that.” I giggled, looking at the strapping, broad-shouldered men.
It was so good to be close to them both again, and the electricity that sparked in the air when we were all together was definitely still there.
“We’ve already visited Muri’s parents earlier today. They definitely think there’s something more than friendship going on, and they almost seemed encouraging?”
My nose scrunched up automatically. “No. Well, I’m sure my dad would be happy with me dating you, Hugh, and my mom clearly likes you.” I gestured toward Cameron, who smiled widely and stuck his tongue out at Hugh. “But I don’t think they could even comprehend that all three of us might be together.”
“I don’t know,” Hugh said thoughtfully. “I got the impression they suspected something close to the truth, and since I wasn’t banished from the house forever, I think they might be okay with it.”
I wanted to argue but had to admit that he might be right.
While I still wasn’t sure my mom even knew anything about the concept of three-way relationships, there was something in the way my parents spoke that suggested they were happy for me, no matter what my situation was.
Perhaps the speech I’d been mentally preparing, where I tell them that it’s my life and I’m not their little girl anymore, would remain unsaid. The idea was liberating and a little scary.
“Where’s Vic?” Hugh asked.
“He’s gone for a walk. Apparently, he was sick of hearing about waffles and needed some space away from me. Say, that gives me an idea...”
Cameron stepped out of the car, and Hugh and I gave each other quizzical looks as he walked around to the back door.
“Shuffle up,” he said, climbing inside next to me. “And whatever happens, this door must stay open or we’ll be locked inside until Vic comes back and rescues us.”
It was cramped in the back, and the proximity to the two guys made me heat up despite the breeze through the open door.
Cameron looked over at both of us, grinning wickedly. “I’ve always wanted to get frisky in my car.”
“Cameron!” I called out, laughing at the suggestion. “I’m pretty sure that’s not legal.” It wasn’t an objection on my account; in fact, the idea appealed immensely, but I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble.
“What do you mean? I’m on my break, the scanner’s still running in case of an emergency, and I’m pretty sure frisking a woman isn’t illegal, if she consents to it.”
Hugh narrowed his eyes at his friend. “You worry me sometimes, you know. Indecent exposure? And I’m willing to bet there are regulations, at least, against cops having sex on the job.”
“Hugh, must you live so relentlessly on the straight and narrow? I know all that, but there’s nobody around, my break isn’t over for another half hour, and isn’t Muri looking more gorgeous than ever right now?”
“Are there cameras in here?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’ll only switch them on if you want a copy of the video,” Cameron waggled his eyebrows.
“No, thank you.” I laughed, although the idea did have a certain appeal. I began to stroke the inner thighs of both my men. My legs parted slightly, seemingly of their own accord. I was more than ready and willing to give Cameron what he wanted.
When my hand reached the tent that had already formed in Hugh’s pants, his face flushed slightly, and he licked his lips. “Fuck it, fine.”
Cameron kissed me then, and I twisted and turned to put my legs up on the seat, leaning back against Hugh and reaching up to run my fingers through his curly hair.
Cameron’s kiss was hard and hungry, and it was clear he needed to blow off steam after his day of being a hero. His hand tickled the underside of my right knee before it started moving achingly slowly up my thigh and beneath my skirt.
I gasped as his fingers brushed the thin layer of cotton that separated me from him. I threw my head back against Hugh’s chest, and Hugh responded by moving his hands underneath my sweater. He pulled up my top, exposing my breasts completely.
My back arched as Hugh touched my breasts, teasing my nipples and watching me squirm with delight.
Once again, I found myself not caring if any passers-by saw me that way.
Cameron pulled at my panties, and I lifted my hips to let him remove them completely. He threw them on the floor, and in an instant his fingers slipped into me with no resistance. Skillfully he teased and fingered me until I was almost sobbing with pleasure.