[Polybigbang] Feel the Heat Coming Down | Part 3

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Danneel sits in the corner of the dark hotel room, just waiting to pounce. She can hear the rumble of the car pulling into its spot, the die-down of the engine, then Jensen approaching the door and using the key. Once he’s a few steps inside, she flicks the lights on and scares the shit out of him.

Once his eyes adjust, he sighs, “Oh, Lord,” and drops his keys on the dinette table.

“At least I’m not ambushing you in the shower.”

“I might’ve liked that,” he replies with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Who did you 99?” she asks immediately. No bullshit, she wants answers for something he never warned her about.

“What? No ‘hi, baby, how was your day?’” He approaches her in the corner, rests his hands on the arms of the chair she’s in, and leans close to kiss her.

Danneel wrenches out of the way because she is not giving in yet. She grabs his jaw and squeezes for his attention. “Who was it?”

“It was just a guy about a thing,” he says quickly.

She doesn’t buy it at all. Can’t accept he’s that nonchalant about sleeping with a guy when his ratio of girls to guys is pretty overwhelming. “What kind of thing?”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Then Danneel sees it. With her hand still on his chin, she yanks his head to the side and takes in the bite mark just below his ear. She thumbs at it and can see how the teeth line up with the edge of her thumb. Kind of like the ones on her own body.

Jensen’s been snooping around something and brushing her off for two days now. It makes her entirely too suspicious and, sure, overdramatic, but she’s not feeling his blasé attitude about where he’s been all day.

“Who was it?” she asks again.

Jensen sighs and leans back on the dinette table. “I was checking up on your security guard and ran into a little bit of a pickle and so I-”

“Sucked said pickle?”

“Danneel.” He seems semi-embarrassed, but she bets it’s because she’s hit the nail on the head. “Don’t be so crass.”

“Well did you?” she asks in a low voice. She stands up to lean into him, to drag her nail down the length of his bitten-red neck and across his collarbone, one of his sweet spots. “Did you suck Jared’s pickle?”

He immediately flushes, though it could just be from her. He’s easy like that. “You’re being immature.”

Danneel pads her fingers down his neck again. “Did he fuck you?” Jensen’s pupils expand and she lowers her voice even more. “Did you like it?”

Jensen curses and slides away from her, huffing like a child. “Okay, yes, fine, I slept with Jared, okay? I had to.”

“How did you have to?” she yells back because this is the most absurd thing she’s ever heard. Jensen just keeps getting stupider and stupider.

“He caught me at his building and I had to figure out a way to not be suspicious.”

“So you decided ‘hey! I’ll let him fuck me to distract him from the fact that I broke into his apartment’?’”

“Well, yeah.”

“And did it work?” Jensen opens and closes his mouth a few times and Danneel sighs and groans. “What’m I gonna do with you?”

He puts his hands out in the air and shrugs. “Look, It might not have been the smartest thing I’ve done-”

Danneel snorts with a muttered, “Ain’t that right.”

Rolling his eyes, Jensen drops his hands to his lap. “Alright, it’s pretty far up there on the list of stupid things, but I also found out that he’s working for Sheppard.”

That definitely gets her attention, sends a punch of nervous tension down her arms and into her fingers. “He’s working for Sheppard? Doing what?”

“Keeping an eye on you.”

She thinks on that for a few moments then complains, “So I slept with him for nothing?”

“Well, not nothing,” Jensen says mock-thoughtfully. “He did get you to come three times.”

“Jensen,” she says tightly.

“Which I can totally imagine now that I’ve been there.”

Danneel has to laugh at that, especially when Jensen wiggles his eyebrows. “I totally didn’t get gay vibes off of him, though.”

Jensen pushes off the table and goes into the bathroom. “That’s funny, because I totally didn’t get straight ones. He was very into it.”

She follows him and slides up to sit on the bathroom counter, idly watching him take off his shirt then wash his face. She frowns as soon as she sees harsh marks on his skin, bites on his shoulders and the back of his neck. “How into it were you?”

He doesn’t immediately respond; he finishes rinsing and toweling his face before sliding closer and smiling. “Now, look who’s jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” she mumbles, reaching up to drag her fingers over the marks. She’s not jealous; at least she doesn’t think so. “It looks like it hurt.”

“Oh, really?” Jensen asks, lightly sarcastic as he thumbs over one of the marks near her collarbone that’s turning purple.

Danneel quickly moves her hand down to smack at his bare chest, laughing when he flinches and whines. She takes a deep breath and then considers the implications of Jared sleeping with them both, especially in a twenty-four-hour timeframe. “So if he’s working for Sheppard, what’s he aiming for?”

Jensen suddenly looks serious and Danneel really does not like that. “I think he was aiming for you.”

“Why do you say that? Why would he bother with you if he’s watching me?”

“I don’t know, but …” He hesitantly opens his mouth and licks his lips, like he can’t manage the right words. “He has a picture of you in his nightstand.”

“Like, ‘cause he thought I was hot?” she asks, even if she knows what the real reason is. She doesn’t want to consider that right now.

“He also had a gun in there. Actually, there are two guns, but one is likely on him most of the time.”

And there’s that deep chill in her bones that she’d been avoiding. She takes a deep breath and looks down at her knees, trying like hell to find the place where this whole situation make sense. “What do we do now?” she whispers. “We’re screwed, aren’t we?”

“No, we’re in luck,” Jensen says kindly. He palms her cheek and tips her face up, kisses her temple. “Because your awesome boyfriend has himself a date with Sheppard’s watchdog tomorrow evening.”

Jensen and Jared having a date does not make her feel any better about this whole mess. “Meaning what?”

“Meaning, he’ll be out of his apartment and unable to find you snooping around for his keys.” Jensen grins and moves between her legs, wrapping his arms around her waist. “And when you’re done, you give me a call, I fake a headache and ditch him to pick you up. Then we can sneak over to the bank and get the papers. Pretty smart, huh?”

She’s reluctant to do so, because it never does them any good to feed his ego, but she has to admit he has a pretty good set-up. Maybe Jensen sleeping with Jared will yield them a way out of this mess.

Danneel rings her arms around his neck and softly kisses him. “My baby is so smart.”

“Yes, your baby is,” he agrees, moving in closer to kiss her again.






“I’ve made a huge mistake,” Jensen mutters into the top of his beer.

Jared’s off to the bathroom while Jensen can hypothesize just how much shit he’s getting himself into by being out with Jared and flirting. Sure, he’s supposed to be charming Jared, and he’s pretty sure he is, judging by the heated looks and the impressed way Jared’s eyes are roving over Jensen as they talk.

It’s been nearly three hours now and a handful of beers, and Jensen’s feeling warm and relaxed even if there’s a tiny corner of his brain nagging him for actually enjoying himself.

He argues with himself, though, that his only job right now is to keep Jared out of his apartment and appropriately occupied so Danneel can find the keys and then call him when she’s ready.

As Jared returns to their booth, Jensen’s phone rings. He’s slightly shocked to feel disappointment at needing to end their night. He’ll blame it on the fact that this is the first friendly engagement he’s had in years. Every other moment of social activity has been geared towards a job and … dammit, he curses himself for letting himself forget that this right now is also for a job.

“Are you gonna answer that?” Jared asks, nodding at the phone in Jensen’s hand.

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Jensen replies quickly with a smile. He receives the call and can barely get out “Hello” when Danneel is steamrolling him.

“We are in trouble! Right now! I’m at Jared’s apartment with the keys in my hand and there is a car outside watching the building.”

Jensen swears his heart stops beating for a few seconds, but then it quickly comes back online pumping faster than ever. He gives Jared a quick glance and wave before he’s sliding out of the booth and shuffling far enough away that Jared won’t hear him.

“What are you talking about? What kind of car?”

“It’s a black sedan. Four door, tinted windows, partial license plate is A4Z-”

“Okay, just relax,” he soothes quickly. “It could be a car for anyone. Jared’s here and utterly distracted, so I think you’re just fine.”

“Jensen,” she whispers harshly. “I’m pretty sure it’s a Maybach. What’s a Maybach doing in this neighborhood?”

“Holy shit,” he mumbles. Maybachs are worth more than most people’s homes, and having one sitting in front of Jared’s building with Danneel inside can’t be a coincidence of any size. “Okay, I’ll be there. Go out the back to the alley in ten.”

“Over and out.”

Jensen ends the call and pockets his phone on his way back to the table. He offers Jared as easy of a smile as possible as Jared glances up from his own phone. “I am so sorry for that. I feel rude, but I have to cut out. My sister’s having a freak out about one of her stalker ex-boyfriends.”

Jared gives him a long look. “One of?”

With a chuckle, Jensen waves it off. “Yeah, she’s got awful taste in guys.” He pats Jared’s back and takes a few steps away from the table. “But it was good to see you tonight. We’ll have to do it again. I’ll make it up to you.”

Jared’s reply is lost in the crowd as Jensen rushes out of the bar and to the dark parking lot. In seconds, he has the car revving and spinning out of the parking lot, onto the street, and around the corner.

When he pulls up to the cross section closest Jared’s building, Jensen sees the sedan parked in front. Jensen idles a bit, memorizes the full license plate - A4Z 8U9 - then continues down the perpendicular street towards the alley.

He pulls the car up behind Jared’s building and waits. He can’t see much in the shadows, but suddenly something drops onto a closed dumpster, making Jensen jump in his seat and put the car into drive. Then he realizes it’s Danneel hopping off the dumpster and running to the passenger door. She slides into the seat and smacks the dash board. “Okay, go!”

“What’re you? Spiderwoman?” Jensen asks as he heads down the alley.

“I had to get out somehow, and a window seemed like a great idea.”

“Could’ve warned me.”

“Next time, I’ll stop to text you,” she says, and the eye roll is obvious.

“I appreciate that,” he jokes, but then everything goes dead serious when a silver sedan rolls into the end of the alley, headlights glaring in their eyes as it faces them.

Jensen comes to a sudden stop thirty feet away and waits. Maybe it’s just someone trying to get down the alley, maybe it’s the start of a three-point U-turn, or maybe their worst fears are coming true.

It really must be the latter because suddenly the back door to the silver sedan opens and out steps a tall blond man. Once Jensen shields his eyes from enough of the headlights, he can tell it’s Pellegrino walking towards their car.

“Oh, fuck,” Danneel whispers.

“Yeah, I know.”

“What’re you doing?” she shrieks. “Get out of here.”

Jensen’s hand is frozen over the gear shift. One half of his brain is screaming at him to get the hell out of here while the other is afraid of running away from Pellegrino, thinks they’ll be better off answering to the man.

“Jensen!” Danneel yells then clamps her hands around his and shifts the car into reverse.

That’s when he can finally see around the glare of the headlights that Pellegrino is aiming a gun at them. He fires and the bullet cuts right through the windshield, leaves a hole between Jensen and Danneel, and that’s fucking it.

“Get down!” Jensen yells at her while grabbing her neck to shove her down in her seat and punches the gas pedal. He slides down as low as he can while still watching the driver’s side rear view mirror as he drives back out of the alley, getting faster as more bullets pierce the windshield, making him flinch each time the glass cracks. The headlights are following them, the silver sedan speeding at them as now two gunmen are shooting at them, given how quickly bullets are firing.

At the mouth of the alley, he spins the steering wheel, whips the car back out onto the street, shifts into drive, and speeds down the side street.

“What the hell is going on?” Danneel asks as she rises back into her seat and watches the car follow them. There’s no more shooting, likely thanks to the suburban neighborhood.

“I have no idea but - oh shit!” Jensen shouts as he stomps on the brakes to come just a few feet from hitting someone running in front of the car.

The guy stumbles in front of the car then stares at them, and Jesus Christ, now they’re staring at Jared staring right back at them.

A bullet shocks them all out of the stare-down and Jensen remembers what the hell is actually going on … except maybe not, because now the black Maybach heading towards them from the right, from where Jared was running.

Fuck this, they can’t sit around figuring it out; he hits the gas and tugs the wheel around to avoid hitting Jared as more bullets fire at the car.

They race around a few corners, putting some space between them and both cars. At another intersection, Jensen has to stop for opposing traffic, and that’s when everything goes from bad to worse: the back door opens and Jared jumps into the back seat.

“Jared!” Jensen and Danneel both yell at the same time then glance at each other.

“Hey, folks,” Jared says happily. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Get out the car!” Jensen shouts.

“Ooh, that’s harsh. After all the fucking we’ve been through, Dean?”

Danneel eyes Jensen then flinches when a bullet flies through the back windshield. “Don’t just sit here! They’re shooting at us!”

“I’m pretty sure they’re shooting at me, too,” Jared says as he lies back in the bench seat and kicks at the back driver’s side window. It’s already cracked with bullet holes and it shatters after a few swift hits with Jared’s boot. He leans out the window with a pistol and shoots at the Maybach, making it cut this way and that to avoid the hits.

“What’re you doing?” Jensen asks him.

“I believe this is called helping,” Jared replies as he sits back in the seat again, the cars now out of view. “Turn left at the next light.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m helping. Take it or leave it.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” Jensen complains even as he takes the left, “We’re kind of on the run from your boss.”

As Jensen punches the gas to put space between them and the other cars, Jared pops back up between the front seats. “Yeah, I totally noticed,” Jared replies with a smile, like he’s amused by this whole matter. “I noticed while I was also on the run from him.” Then he outright grins at them both. “Thanks for the pick-up, by the way.”

“Right, because we had nothing else going on tonight.”

“We had a date tonight,” Jared says easily as he leans even further forward to stare at Jensen. “A pretty nice one going until you had to leave for your sister’s stalker ex-boyfriend.” He glances at Danneel and easily smiles at her. “But you’re not his sister.”

Jensen looks at Jared, and Danneel shoves Jared back then tugs the wheel to swerve away from oncoming traffic. “Eyes on the road!”

A second later, a bullet pierces the back windshield then the front. In surprise, Jensen skirts the car to the side and Danneel grabs the wheel again. A glance in the rear view mirror shows the silver sedan is creeping up on them again. “Fuck, is that …?”

“Pellegrino,” Jared says darkly. “Keep the car straight.”

Jensen looks over his should to check what Jared’s doing, but by then, Jared is half hanging out the window again and firing at the sedan. Bullets crack the hood then one slashes through the front driver’s side wheel. The silver sedan skirts forty-five degrees and Jared shoots at the driver’s window as the car stops then is crushed on the passenger side by a car behind it.

Jared slides back into his seat and changes the clip in his gun.

“Holy shit,” Danneel shrieks. “You just-”

“Saved you from a life in the sex trade,” Jared replies.

“Thanks?”

Jared shrugs. “He’s shooting at us all.”

Jensen’s nerves are still tense but he acknowledges a sliver of relief that it’s unlikely Pellegrino will catch up to them any time soon.

He keeps watch of other traffic and speeds forward as Jared directs them onto a major route to get them out of town. He has no clue where they’ll go, but they can’t stick around, that much is obvious. “We’re totally fucked now,” Jensen sighs.

“Not totally, but we can take care of that later,” Jared says with a wink.

“Wow,” Danneel says loudly. “You’re actually gay.” Jared shrugs and she widens her eyes. “You are ridiculously good for being gay.”

“Hey,” Jensen argues but Danneel goes right on, now sounding truly interested.

“How did I not notice you were gay?”

“You were probably distracted by all those orgasms,” Jared belatedly replies, winking at her, too.

“Hey!” Jensen repeats.

Jared laughs and settles in the back seat. “If it makes you both feel any better, I straddle the fence.”

Jensen isn’t sure it really helps, but he can appreciate knowing that Jared must’ve enjoyed being with them each if he’s actually helping them get away. At least he hopes Jared is helping because the road they’re on forks and Jared insists they go right then directs them to a parking garage. On the third level in the back, there’s an SUV Jared jimmies open with a lock pick then jump starts after exposing the underside of the wheel carriage.

“What’re we doing?” Jensen asks, standing next the car.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m trading up.” When the engine kicks over, Jared grins then must sense how lost and paranoid Jensen currently is because Jared rubs his hand down Jensen’s arm then squeezes his hand briefly. “They’ve got your car marked. They’d follow us anywhere.”

“Us?” Danneel asks from behind Jensen.

“Yeah.” After a moment, Jared looks confused. “You guys wanna get out of here, right?”

“All our stuff is at the motel.”

“Not anymore.”

“They’re in our room?”

“Were,” Jared answers easily. “I had you distracted, and Danneel’s hardly there on her own, so they went in.”

“Jensen,” she whispers, tightly grabbing the back of his shirt.

He’s certain she’s worrying over all their fake IDs, tools, clothes, random shit they’ve collected over the years, not to mention their stash of cash that gets them through each job.

“You wanna go back?” Jensen asks, halfway contemplating if they could actually recover anything without losing their lives.

Danneel sighs, knowing better, then looks at the broken back driver’s side window of their sedan. “I liked that car.”

“I like living,” he mumbles.

“We’ve done worse.”

Jensen smiles at her, because they first got out of Texas by living out of a tiny hatchback that could never last long on empty roads, pickpocketing for bus rides, and hitchhiking at the very worst of it. The backseat of an SUV with Jared at the helm can’t be too bad.

Except it takes another hour to get anywhere; Jared takes them down near-abandoned interstates until he finds a back road that winds through a dark forest and then dead ends at a cabin. He parks under a car park a few yards away and flashes them both a smile.

“See, we’re good,” Jared insists.

Jensen’s not up for trusting Jared at the moment, being one of Sheppard’s hired hands after all. Yet, it’s not like they have many options at the moment.

“Where are we?” Danneel asks once they’re out of the vehicle, spinning in place to take in the wooded area. “The last time we stayed in a place like this, Jensen had stolen an ugly car, and look where that got us.”

“Sharlene,” Jared replies with a knowing nod.

Jensen breaks from glaring at Danneel to ask, “Excuse me?”

“Sheppard’s car.”

Jensen makes a face; he hadn’t pictured that name, but to each their own. “Speaking of your boss … are we really safe here?”

“Yeah, of course, c’mon.” Jared motions them to the cabin, and retrieves a key from the inside of a very decrepit, yet extremely deceiving rock, and unlocks the door to let them in. “We shouldn’t stay long, but we’ll be okay for a few days.”

Inside, it’s an open floor plan with a king bed off in one corner, kitchenette in another, two wood-framed arm chairs with gaudy upholstery and matching sofa, and a surprisingly fantastic fireplace. The place isn’t big – or all that well furnished – but it’s comfortable given the circumstances.

Jensen waits until they’re settled to ask Jared what the hell is really happening. Well, relatively settled, because Danneel is sacked out in bed after a long, hot shower, and Jared has started a fire in the stone fireplace. Jared stokes the ambers, poking one log into place, then hands Jensen his half-full glass of whiskey when Jensen steps up to him.

He takes a long look at the glass, Jared, and again at the glass, figuring if he’s going to get drunk, right now is a great time. The liquor burns down his throat and low in his belly and he has to admit that it’s a nice match to the heat of the fire in front of them.

Jared is watching him with a mellow smile then takes the glass back, winks, and tips his head back to sip before passing it back.

“So, is this an elaborate set-up?” he asks Jared sharper than intended.

Jared looks clearly offended and slowly says, “No, why would it be?”

“Because you work for Sheppard.”

“Which you didn’t seem to mind yesterday.”

Jensen fumbles for an appropriate response and drinks instead. They probably need more alcohol to have a real conversation after the night they’ve had.

Especially when Jared adds, “When you were bent over my couch.”

“Is that really your couch?”

Jared shrugs and takes the glass back. “Okay, it wasn’t really my place. But my point still stands. I’m not in any better standing with Sheppard than you are.”

“Why?”

With a harsh chuckle and the glass held near his mouth, Jared shakes his head. “Like most employers, he’s a fan of ‘look, but don’t touch’.” Jensen watches Jared take a bigger gulp of whiskey and hiss immediately after; he’s not sure what that really means. “He came to pull me out once he heard I slept with you both.”

“And pull you out means?” Jensen asks, even when he’s pretty sure of the answer.

“If Sheppard were a New Yorker, I’d be sleeping with the fishes.”

Jensen snorts and takes the glass from Jared to drink. “Who knew a good fuck would be so much trouble?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

Jensen immediately looks to the bed, where Danneel is still tucked in with the blankets pulled over her shoulder. He feels guilty for even thinking it with her in the room, but it is the truth.

“Sheppard said you two were some strange Bonnie & Clyde crap. She told me you were just friends.”

Slowly, Jensen turns back to Jared. Some strange Bonnie & Clyde crap sits heavy at the back of his brain no matter how nicely Jared is regarding him.

“So which are you?”

Jared is still staring at him and Jensen can’t figure out what to say at the moment, really. His brain is on overload and yet not entirely firing right now. It’s been a long, crazy week, and he suddenly wishes he’d collapsed into bed with Danneel when she did. Finally, he replies, “Bonnie & Clyde, I guess. But we’ve never killed anyone.”

“Yet.”

“No,” he says, firmly. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

“Just having fun.” He hands Jared the glass then nods to the bed. “I’m gonna crash, but you –”

Jared waves him off with a kind smile. “The couch is fine for me, don’t worry.”

Jensen doubts anything other than the bed can contain Jared’s size, but he’s not going to argue. He slips off his jeans then slides into bed right behind Danneel with an arm around her waist and a smile when she subconsciously leans back to him.

It’s one of the better moments of the day and helps enough for him to fall asleep.

With the sun streaming in through the few windows of the cabin, Jensen struggles to keep his eyes open or see beyond the glare off the mirror near the sink area.

He shields some of the light and blinks until Jared and Danneel come into focus at the dinette table. Jared’s sitting forward on the wooden kitchen chair with Danneel next to him but resting on her legs and leaning across the table. She’s got a phone in her hand - Jensen’s phone, he realizes – as she’s whispering to Jared.

“I already tried his birthday and mama’s birthday.”

“What about an anniversary?”

Danneel snorts. “We just look that traditional, huh?”

Well fuck, Jensen thinks. They’re trying to break into his phone? Now he can’t even trust her? Fifteen years and she rolls over for a couple of good orgasms, what the hell? He’s about to sit up and ask what the hell is going on when Jared chuckles softly and Jensen decides to watch a little longer.

“Fair enough. “How about 6-9-6-9?”

She snorts again and moves to elbow him, all while still smiling. Then suddenly her mouth drops open and she’s smacking Jared’s arm excitedly. “I got it!”

Jared shifts closer to see over her shoulder. “It was really 69?”

“It was not, you moron.” Danneel smirks when Jared winks at her and it’s all sorts of uncomfortable to watch. Thinking about them together (three times) has been bad enough, when it didn’t turn Jensen on), but now he has to consider that the woman he’s loved for more than half his life is ready to pick up and leave?

“I’m not a moron,” Jared insists.

“Honey, you really are.” When Jared pouts, she tips her head thoughtfully. “You’re a really cute one, though. A really cute moron who forgot to charge his phone.”

Jared playfully sighs and pouts. “I can’t be perfect.”

“No, you can’t.” Danneel – the dirty little harlot – scrolls through the phone and leans harder on the table. “Okay, here it is … and it’s ringing,” she says in a rush as she hands the phone to Jared.

Jared brings the phone to his ear and easily smiles at Danneel as he begins talking to … “Sorry, boss, but no, not Jensen. It’s Jared … yeah, I know you’re none too happy right now.” Jared looks right at Danneel and devilishly insists, “But I’m on their trail and I’ll bring ‘em in.”

And OH, they weren’t hacking his phone for some secretive getaway. She was hacking Jensen’s phone for Sheppard’s number and is apparently part of a double cross to trap Sheppard.

Lord Almighty, Jensen is growing hard beneath these blankets and he’s not blaming it entirely on morning wood; he fucking loves this woman and her feisty, devious brain.

Jared trades info on a location to meet then puts the phone down with a cocky smile.

“I still can’t believe he has this much in these accounts,” Danneel says, picking up a stack of papers and flipping through them.

“You think he came by his billions honestly? With that evil accent?”

She chuckles and nudges his shoulder with her own. “No, I know, but I just figured he’d have more liquid assets. This is a lot of money tied up in difficult ways.”

“It is a lot of money,” Jared agrees. He tugs his laptop across the tabletop to set right in front of them. He types out a few commands then cocks an eyebrow at Danneel. “So how much you want?”

Danneel closes the laptop screen. “I think we should finish one mistake before we make another.”

Jensen finally shifts up to his elbow, rubbing a hand down his face, and finds Danneel smiling at him as she unfolds herself from her seat to walk to the bed.

“Mornin’, Sunshine,” Danneel murmurs then leans down to kiss his forehead. She stands back up with her hands on her hips, looking mighty proud of herself even if she’s minimally dressed in boy shorts and a tank that seems far too stretched out to be hers. It’s got to be Jared’s and that’s surprisingly making his dick even harder. “We’ve been doing a little bit of handiwork while you got your beauty sleep.”

Jensen glances at Jared who’s smiling at them both. “I heard,” Jensen says then clears his sleepy voice and tries to pretend he wasn’t just eavesdropping on them. “What’s going on?”

“We got the papers out early this morning.”

Jensen blinks and wonders how long he’s actually been sleeping. Long enough for them two to escape back to town, slip into the bank, and get back.

She runs fingers through his hair then tugs a little for his attention. “Get your butt into the shower then we have to hit the road. We’ve got big plans to whip into shape.”

Butt, shower, whip … they’re all awful words right now. Jared is in the room, they’re on the run, they have to get out of this cabin before Sheppard tracks them down. There are a dozen more reasons that Jensen’s dick should stop thinking, but he can’t help it.

His upstairs brain doesn’t know better, either, because he rubs the back of her thigh and asks, “Join me?”

Danneel narrows her eyes then glances back at Jared for a second. When Jensen’s fingers slide up around her thigh, she smacks his arm away. “Not now. Work.”

She shifts away and faces the corner closest to the bed as she pulls the tank away from her body, but not off, and slips her bra under and into place. It’s the little, stupid things that Jensen still enjoys about her, like watching her get dressed in her own quick, efficient way when they’re on the go, so he’s smiling when he sits up in bed and checks Jared.

He had figured Jared would be watching Danneel, seeking out any flash of milky skin, but no. Jared is again smiling at Jensen. “Maybe next time,” Jared suggests with a short nod towards the bathroom.

Jensen doesn’t waste time getting into the shower to jerk off to image of them crowded in the shower stall, three wet bodies all fighting to touch and get off. And he gets himself off, biting his lower lip hard enough that it stings for another ten minutes. He's not entirely proud of it, but he's beginning to think there's something to this arrangement.






“This is a horrible idea.” Danneel rolls her eyes when Jensen goes on to say, “Should’ve never taken the bank job. I told you, we shouldn’t have.”

“And I told you that you should not have taken that stupid, ugly car.”

“We could’ve gotten $200,000 for that thing.”

“You would’ve never gotten sticker value,” she insists before taking a long sip of coffee they snagged from a gas station about a hundred miles ago. It’s pretty nasty and mostly cold, but she needs something to distract her from Jensen’s painfully stupid insistence.

“I maybe could’ve.”

“You maybe never do.”

“It’s not ugly,” he argues then looks up to Jared walking a few feet ahead of them.

Jared is leading them into the mouth of a darkened alleyway and even if they’d all discussed where to go from the cabin, Danneel still thinks it’s a bit suspect.

“Did you think it was ugly?” Jensen asks

Jared opens the door to the abandoned warehouse where they’re meeting Sheppard. He looks tired, and bored, maybe both. Danneel wouldn’t blame him after getting sucked into their shit. “I’m not getting into this.” He smiles charmingly at Jensen and motions inside. “Ladies first.”

Danneel snorts then zips her lip when Jensen glares. He’s so touchy. Maybe she would be too if she were to blame for this debacle. “I still love you, baby,” she says sweetly, leaning in to smack a kiss to his cheek.

Jensen seems like he’s still annoyed, but she can read the small quirk to his lips; he’s dying to smile at her.

She’s reminded how huge and messy this debacle really is when they find themselves on the far end of a shadowy open space and Sheppard stands at the far end.

He’s alone as promised in the call, but Danneel is sure there are others lingering around somewhere. No way would Sheppard be stupid enough to meet all three of them here – even if he believes Jared is still on his orders.

As Jared leads them through the warehouse, Sheppard adjusts his stance and grins for their approach.

“My lovelies. It’s wonderful to see you all together.” He nods at Jared with a wry smile. “Especially you, monkey.”

Jared’s eyes narrow then he motions to the side. “I brought them like I said I would.”

“Yes, you were always a very good little pet.” Sheppard smiles cruelly as he regards all three of them. “I’m certain you were able to show these two just how much.”

“Just trying to make amends with you.”

“Well, if you knew how to keep your dick in your pants, we wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.” Sheppard’s voice goes dark. “Now, get out of here.”

Danneel watches Jared purse his lips and clench his jaw as he steps to the side. It’s not too far, but he’s lurking deep enough in the shadows that she can’t see him without really searching for him in the dark.

Sheppard grins at her, tipping his head to the side as though he truly cares. “I’m so sorry, princess. Did you really think Jared would turn over for a cheap date?” Following a harsh laugh, Sheppard shakes his head and tsks. “Jared knows best who puts money in the bank and milkbones in his pocket.”

There’s a flicker of moonlight shining off of Jared’s gun, now drawn and at his side and she hears Jensen sigh beside her.

“Isn't that right, mutt?”

Jared lifts his head in reply and Danneel’s stomach rolls even when Jensen’s fingers run along her lower back in comfort. As her eyes adjust, she can now make out Jared in the darkness. His face is set, absent of the easy smiles and light eyes he’s had with them all these last twenty-four hours. It reminds her of those first few days at the bank when she tried to win him over and all he did was stare back, unconcerned. Shit. Maybe they’ve all played each so far around that she truly cannot trust anyone. Jared led them right to Sheppard, and even if they had a game plan, she’s not feeling all too comfortable with executing it now with Jared in the shadows.

Executing. It’s likely what Sheppard (or Jared) will be doing with them when they’re done.

Danneel is short of breath as she figures now it’s just her and Jensen against Sheppard, who idly swipes lint off his shoulder then stares at them with a dark leer.

“Now. As for you two,” Sheppard growls. “The obnoxious thorns in my side.”

Danneel looks between Jensen and Sheppard then tries to sneak a glance at Jared, but there’s nothing to read on anyone’s faces. Sheppard seems like he’s ready to pounce on any one of them, or just nod at Jared to end it all. Bang-bang, she and Jensen would be on the floor without a way to survive.

“We have the stuff,” Danneel blurts out. She holds up the manila envelopes they’d nabbed from the bank way early that morning. “So, we’re good now, right?”

Sheppard smirks and slowly strolls towards them. He steps up right to Danneel’s space, eyes roving her face as she feels her pulse quicken. “You think so, now do you?”

“I’d like to think so.”

With a haughty laugh, Sheppard looks at Jensen. “Your lady here sure has balls of steel, don’t she?” He snorts, shakes his head, and turns back to Danneel. After a few quiet, tense moments, he takes the manila envelopes from her hands and bounces them in his own, as if he’s weighing the papers to judge that it’s all really there. “So when push comes to shove, lovely, you’ve finally come through?”

Danneel forces her head up to stare him down. “It took some time to collate all those copies.”

Sheppard searches her eyes. “Pardon?”

“We had a lot of copies to make,” she replies tightly. “I’m certain a lot of people would be interested in the size of your …” Danneel looks him up and down then bites her lower lip seductively. “Holdings.”

Jensen moves forward to crowd Sheppard. “I think what my lady with the brass balls is saying is that we have a dozen copies for the eyes of some very special folks.”

Sheppard’s eyes immediately find Jensen’s, and Jensen just blinks prettily return. “Like who?”

There’s his soon-to-be-ex’s lawyers and the federal government to start. Danneel just slips into an easy smile; watching Sheppard flub for even half a second is worth much of this mess. “Do you really need to ask?”

“Jared!” Sheppard barks and shuffles back to put some space between them. “You let these idiots do this?”

Jared steps forward with his gun in the air towards them. “No, I didn’t,” he replies, and it’s true.

Danneel and Jensen had to retain some sense of control in this manner and when Danneel had insisted on shoddy gas station coffee, Jensen slipped around the corner to a copy and mailbox center.

Sheppard huffs. “So you’re even more helpless than I had originally gathered?” He laughs riotously as he puts even more space between them then spins around and angrily points at them. “Just put us all out of our misery, my God!”

Jared lifts his gun higher, narrowing his eyes down the barrel and fires. Danneel flinches against Jensen, hands gripping his shirt as they both drop to the floor.

“Oww!” Sheppard shouts. “You stupid little …”

Danneel shifts to her side and sees Sheppard is cradling his left shoulder, rocking at the hips with pain etched across his face. Jared has his gun trained on Sheppard’s head now.

“You moron! You useless, big-headed baboon, I meant shoot them!”

“Yeah, I kinda got that,” Jared replies. Another few tense moments filled with Sheppard moaning and going for his cell, and Jared winks at Danneel, which makes her shift up to sit with a bit of a smile.

Jesus. This man. Flipping on everyone a dozen times to Sunday, and all wrapped up in an incredibly tall, exceptionally handsome, and beautifully muscular package. She’s turned on just thinking about the brain that must've thought through every turn of the last two days.

Gritting through the pain, Sheppard glares at Jared. “I will gut you myself.”

Jared fakes thought and hums. “Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“Then I’ll have Hank do it,” Sheppard insists, bringing his phone to his ear.

Another gunshot and Sheppard falls to the ground with his knee blown out by the bullet. The phone skids far enough that Danneel can quickly crawl forward to grab it and she ends the call Sheppard had placed before Jared rendered him immobile for the time being.

“You kids just gonna sit and watch?” Jared asks.

Danneel gets to her feet then pulls Jensen up with her. “Are you really gonna kill him?” Get back at Sheppard, yes. First-degree murder … not quite on the agenda.

Jared shrugs. “I was thinking about it.”

Jensen tugs Danneel even further away and awkwardly laughs. “If you’re all set, then I think we’re good to hit the road.”

Nodding, Jared keeps his eye on Sheppard still painfully fidgeting on the musty cement floor, and digs his keys out of his front pocket. “Take the truck," he offers, tossing the keys to Jensen.

“And then?” Danneel asks. holds her breath, waiting for Jared to insist they hang around for him or to instruct them on where to meet up, but he seems pretty resolute in facing Sheppard. All she has to offer is a watery smile that he smoothly returns. She really will miss the guy, and he’s likely putting himself into a world of pain by double-crossing his boss. “Jared, we can …” she trails off, unsure of what they really can do.

“I’ll see you two on the other side,” Jared says.

They don’t reply; Jensen’s yanks her hard enough that they run out of the warehouse. She’s compliant yet quiet when they get into the SUV and Jensen pounds the gas pedal hard. Dirt and gravel kick up behind them as they make their getaway.



 
Epilogue

It’s hot as hell. Danneel says it’s the humidity. It’s a stupid argument they have on a regular basis, but they’re in the Bahamas; Jensen can’t find much to truly complain about.

Jensen’s in one of his few collared shirts, faded cargo shorts, loafers, sunglasses, and a straw fedora. Back at their little beach rental, he would feel overdressed, but it’s appropriate now when he enters the small Bahamian bank, outfitted with white marble flooring, creamy brick walls, and a gorgeous oak desk where an associate leads him to sit.

“Mr. Brady, how are you?” the eager banker asks with a bit of island flare to his voice. His teeth are crooked but bright in his smile, animating his face. “I have been waiting your arrival.”

Jensen takes his hat and glasses off and smiles with guilt. “I’m sorry. The ferry was –”

“No worries,” the man waves off. “I was just concerned you had changed your mind.”

Chuckling, Jensen holds his leather portfolio tightly in his hands and thinks of how this has been an all-day affair. He left their little patch of beach at dawn to catch the ferry to start this whole process, then island-hopped until he found himself here on San Salvador Island with the hospitable Andrew to finish the day’s work.

“I have not,” Jensen reassures him. He sets the portfolio on the desk, tipping it open enough to pull out a bank-issued check. The amount has more than enough zeros to feed the entire island for years to come, surely, and that makes Jensen feel a bit embarrassed. But considering all the tasks and trades they’ve made in their career, he thinks he and Danneel deserve it without complaint.

Jensen slides the check across the table and pleasantly smiles. “I’d like to open an account with your fine establishment.”

“Yes, Mr. Brady. We would be happy to have you. Extremely happy. Just need to see your identification.” Andrew takes the check and excitedly motions an assistant over for new paperwork.

He easily accepts Jensen’s fake documentation – just one piece of many to get him through this day, including a passport that claims him to be an Irishman who once had two working knees. Sheppard had intended to hide his money away from those who had rights to it; now it will be held under one of Jensen’s aliases, far from where anyone else can get to it.

Revenge, Danneel had murmured when they discussed the plot.

Retirement, Jensen replied.

“And your secondary holder?” Andrew asks.

Jensen provides one of Danneel’s aliases with a smile. She’s not here since Jensen had worried about them both being caught or spotted; he’d rather go down alone if someone, somehow, had followed their trail down to the islands.

“Vanessa Fanning. She’s a bit tied up today. We can be back for her signing.”

Andrew gladly assents to that; Jensen’s dumping a lot of money into this place, so there’s no doubt exceptions will be made. “Yes, of course.”

An hour later and Jensen has signed Eric Brady in a half dozen places and procured a few high-dollared bank-issued checks as well as a tall, ice-cold bottle of water to quench his dry, talked-out throat.

“May you have a notepad and a few envelopes I can use?”

“Why of course, Mr. Brady.” Andrew rushes through his desk and hands over the items. “Anything you need, you name. I’ll be happy to supply it.”

Jensen smirks and drops his head to make out the notes to accompany the checks. One to Danneel’s family and another to his own. The final note goes to Pellegrino at $1,000,000, more than double what the diamonds were worth.

Not like you need it, but I’m certain this will cover what we took from you. We’re even and done. If you breathe a word about this to Sheppard, you’ll need a cane like your dear friend.
Sincerely Yours

There’s great satisfaction in closing that envelope and setting all three in Andrew’s palm to be mailed. Jensen nods in thanks, puts his hat on and tips it at the banker, then heads out to catch a puddle jumper back to West End.

A few hours later, with the setting sun shining orange across the water, Jensen is home. He takes the outdoor stairs to the second floor of their new waterfront Isle house. From the open balcony, he enters the bedroom and finds Danneel much the same way he left her half a day ago.

“Did you do anything today?” he asks, playfully annoyed.

She rolls over in the bed, turquoise bikini popping against her sugary brown skin, and licks her lips as she lazily stretches. “Went for a run, a swim, made lunch, ya know ... How about you?”

Jensen sits beside her on the mattress and combs fingers through her hair. He shrugs and drags his fingertips over her sun-warmed shoulder. “Went to the capital, stole some money, just the usual.”

“You got it done?”

“Of course,” he smugly replies. “You doubted me?”

“Maybe a little.”

“It was a piece of cake,” he insists. “Richard’s guy made a beautiful passport and set me up with a banker who didn’t question anything. You’ll have to go in with me to sign for authorization, but otherwise, we’re good.”

Danneel lifts an eyebrow with interest. “How good?”

“Well, after settling Pellegrino and sending some to our parents? We’re sitting pretty on forty or fifty million.”

Danneel gets up to her knees and slowly unbuttons his shirt. Her voice drops low as he looks up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Tell me again. And slowly.”

Jensen chuckles and shrugs his shirt off then tugs her into his lap. “Richard’s guys in Nassau cleared out Sheppard’s account to one Eric Brady. Then Andrew in San Salvador, with a lovely assistant named Maria, happily deposited every last cent.”

With a pleased sigh, Danneel closes her eyes and presses her breasts against his bare chest. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

He fingers the strings of her bikini top and drags his mouth up the side of her neck. “We’re retired, baby.”

“Mmm, semi-returned,” she hums, tipping her head to the side so he can nuzzle behind her ear. “Still gotta have a little fun once in a while.”

Jensen runs his hands over her ass, grabs her cheeks with a pleasant squeeze, and rocks her against his dick, which is becoming very interested in moving this conversation forward. “We always have fun.”

“Doesn’t hurt to expand our horizons.” She winks then shifts back to lie out on the bed and bring him right over her.

He doesn’t waste time pulling the ties of her bikini top and as soon as the fabric is loose, he leans down to lick over her nipple. She moans and stirs below him as he squeezes her breast with his palm and sucks on as much as he get in his mouth. He pulls up with a loud smack of his lips around her nipple and moves onto the other breast, paying it the same attention as he grinds his hips down against her.

Dragging her fingernails down his bare back, she whimpers and pushes up against him. “Baby, take off your shorts.”

Jensen gets up to his knees and shuffles, shameless of the bulge in his shorts or how he puts on a child-like tone when he asks her to do it for him. He loves watching how efficiently her hands move to unbutton and unzip his shorts, nudge the shorts and underwear down enough to let his dick out, then fist it in her warm hand. He adores how her cheeks tinge pink when she sees and touches his cock, how she bites her plush lower lip, and glances up at him with those luscious doe eyes.

“Baby,” she murmurs.

He cups her cheek and runs his thumb across her mouth. “Yeah, baby?”

She continues to fist him, wrist twisting perfectly as she drags her fingers up to the head of his cock and squeezes. “About that expanding horizons thing?”

“Yeah?”

“What about Jared?” she asks then closes her lips around the tip of his dick and tongues the underside.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out. She runs her tongue all around him and mouths over the thick vein that’s pumping blood right out of his head and into his dick. It takes a few moments to remember she had suggested anything. It’s not like there’s a question about it, anyway. “Yeah, of course, where is he?”

“Right here,” Jared says from the doorway.

They both look to him and Jensen is certain that Danneel is appreciating the ripple of Jared’s bare chest, or even how he’s slowly palming himself through a towel precariously hanging around his hips. Jensen, though, he’s turned on by the thought of Jared standing there patiently watching them.

Stealing things, being on the run, and conning people have all been a rush for them. Jensen’s recently realized that voyeurism is, too. Watching Jared and Danneel together, letting either of them watch him with the other, whatever. It’s a beautiful high that makes him want to show off in the dirtiest ways possible.

Danneel laughs brightly with her head now hanging off the edge of the bad as she looks at Jared. “Heya, sweetheart,” she murmurs.

Jared smirks and nods. “Howdy yourself, darlin’.”

Danneel’s hand is still around Jensen’s dick but it’s barely moving, and all three of them are quiet, likely waiting for someone to say or do something. Jensen comes up with an intelligent, “So …”

“Y’all can keep goin’,” Jared drawls out darkly. “Actually, I insist you do.”

With a sweet smile, Danneel rises to her elbows and looks up at Jensen. Her tits are now right in front of his groin and it doesn’t take more than a second for him to grab them, squeeze them together, and massage his thumbs and fingers over her nipples. She whimpers and drops her head back, long, wavy hair spilling over the side of the bed. With her back arched like that, the position is perfect. The angle of her chest right into his hands is just right and he rocks forward, slipping his dick right between her breasts. The pleasant give and sharp cleavage of her breasts is the perfect channel for him to slide back and forward again, making him curse.

“Oh, you show off,” she chuckles, but she sounds out of breath when she picks her head up to watch. The high color on her cheeks says she’s into it, too.

Jensen moans and adjusts his hands, gripping her tits again and pushing them around his dick as he fucks forward again and again and again. He likes watching his cock on her chest, how her plump breasts mold around it until his cock head slides into the top of her cleavage and drops back down.

“God, that’s hot,” Jared pants. His hand is now under the towel and Jensen laughs at him. Jared might as well give up the pretense and get with the program, but apparently this is all part of their game.

Danneel lifts her leg, knee nudging against his ass crack, and then she licks her lips and he’s afraid he’ll blow it right here on her tits. Which is well and good because she always looks illicitly gorgeous painted up. He can’t finish just yet; they’ve all got a lot to do.

“Alright, alright,” he groans and pulls away. “I know, you’re starvin’ for attention now.”

She bites her lower lip and is delicious with her breasts splotchy pink and pale where his hands were gripping and another flush running up her neck in anticipation. “I am a little hungry.”

Jensen slides back on the bed, kicks his shorts and underwear all the way off, then pushes her knees apart. “So’m I,” he says then licks a quick stripe right up the middle seam of her bikini. The slick fabric is already damp and smells like her. He’s drawn to it and mouths over the fabric more as he unties the sides the bottom and teases with how slow he pulls the strings loose and the whole thing away so he can see her glistening pussy.

With a light hum, he runs his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy and shoots Jared a look. The guy is still leaning against the doorway, hand still up his towel. Jensen nods to the empty chair on his right. “You might want a better seat.”

“Was just waiting for you to ask.”

“You don’t have to wait,” Danneel says, “right, baby?”

Jensen nods and smiles at her. He really loves this woman right now, adores how she’s smart and slick on the streets and even smoother in bed. He rewards her for it by pushing two fingers inside her and thumbing her clit. “That’s right, baby.” Danneel hitches her hips to push against his hand and he tsks. “Not too fast, honey. Wanna take my time. Get you all loose.”

Jared’s foot nudges Jensen’s shin, his leg now up on the bed so the towel slips off his lap and puts his large, hard dick on display. “Already did that earlier.”

Twisting his wrist and sliding his fingers in deeper, Jensen wrenches a high-pitched whimper out of Danneel. He keeps his eyes on Jared as he does it again, both of them sharing a pleased look. “Did ya now?”

“Kinda hard to resist her first thing in the morning.”

“And in the evening,” Jensen agrees. He drags his other hand up her belly, rubbing with care until he reaches her breast and twists her nipple as she arches her back. “How much you wanna play, honey?”

She slowly licks her bottom lip, regards them both, then lets out a tiny squeak when he thumbs faster at her clit. “I want you to fuck me.” Jensen smiles, because he does, too, always does. He slides forward but her hands on his chest halts that plan. “Right in front of Jared,” she clarifies and brings her right leg up, shifting towards Jared so her whole front is on display.

However she wants it, Jensen will do it, because he loves his girl, dreams of making her happy. And fucking her while facing their new … boyfriend? Partner? Friend? Whatever, doesn’t matter, Jensen will do it most of the time.

Who’s he kidding, he’ll do anything when it’s Danneel or Jared. He’s learned that rather quickly since arriving on this beach.

Jensen grips the underside of her thigh to draw her legs open, lines up behind her, and smoothly slides right into her wet cunt. They moan together as he rocks in and out, finding their rhythm immediately, and now Jared’s fisting himself to it as well.

Danneel reaches back to hold Jensen’s wrist as her whole body jerks with each slap of his hips to her ass, each time he fucks into her, and he punches her breath out in tiny moans each time he does it.

“Wait,” Jared suddenly says, short and loud. He looks a bit shocked that he’s stopped them, and the room feels frozen until he releases a harsh breath and gets out of the seat to kneel in front of them. His wide palm closes around Danneel’s raised knee and pushes her wider, and he gets close to mouth at her clit.

“Oh fuck, Jared,” she moans and slides her hand into his hair.

Oh fuck, Jared is right, Jensen thinks. Or even Fuck Jared, because he wouldn’t mind doing that when they’re done here. Either way, it’s driving Jensen crazy to see Jared eating at her so fiercely while Jensen fucks her; he loves the tag team spirit to get Danneel off. It’s the first time all three have been together; he’s now wondering why they waited so long.

Jensen pulls back and pushes back in slower than before, still enough to keep him and Danneel going, but not too much to disrupt Jared licking her clit like a pro. Jared’s tongue is flickering fast and steady before he closes his lips around her and must suck for dear life because he’s greedily moaning and she’s releasing short, high cries, begging him to keep it up, for them both to.

Jared smacks his lips when he lets her go, licks his wide tongue all the way around his mouth, and keeps Jensen’s eyes as he still runs his fingers over Danneel’s clit a few times. “You should finish her.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice; Jensen shifts and pulls her leg to his side so she’s on her back, all of her heated, rosy skin on display below him. He plants his hands on either side of her head and slides right back into her. He fucks fast and hard, pressing her down into the mattress as she holds his neck and keeps her eyes right on his. She’s biting her lower lip while lifting her hips to meet every stroke. He grinds down particularly hard, rubbing his groin into her clit and keeps rocking tiny circles as she shrieks and digs her nails into his neck. She’s so close, he doesn’t want to screw around anymore. He just wants to watch her fall apart.

And she does, hands gripping his neck tightly as she squirms and screams out his name. He rocks forward, lengthening his strides and smiling down on her. Her smile in return is loose and her eyes are dazed, and she’s fucking gorgeous fucked over.

He pitches his hips forward, going as deep as he can then Jared’s hand is at his lower back. “Stay,” Jared says quietly.

Jensen can’t look over his shoulder fast enough; suddenly Jared’s finger, cold and slick, rubs at Jensen’s hole. A second later, the tip pushes in and Jensen groans Jared’s name as his elbows let up and he almost falls on Danneel.

“C’mere, baby,” Danneel coos as she pulls his face down to hers.

They make out leisurely, like so many other times following sex, except he’s still incredibly hard and buried deep, deep inside her. And Jared is behind him now fingering him with two knobby-knuckled fingers. Jared, obviously, doesn’t believe in real prep because he now in fast and hard while panting between Jensen’s shoulder blades. It feels good, better than good. It’s fan-fucking-tastic to be buried balls-deep in his gorgeous girl, feeling her hot and wet inside, watching her beautiful flushed face admiring him right back … and then there are Jared’s fingers – now three – pressing inside, twisting and scissoring, sparking white behind his eyelids when Jared catches his prostate.

Jensen rocks back onto Jared’s hand and forward to Danneel, unable to figure out which will make him come first, even if he’s not sure he wants it that easy.

Luckily, Jared is here to read that; he playfully smacks Jensen’s ass and chuckles. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart.” His fingers are gone for a few seconds, replaced by his slicked-up, still very large and very hard dick as the head of it pushes just inside Jensen’s ass.

“I forget every fucking time,” Jensen says on a tight breath, because it always mildly hurts for Jared to fuck into him those first few times. Yet, Jensen feels completely bound between these two sexy, beautiful, extremely horny creatures. He laughs at himself for that, then his breath is punched out of his lungs when Jared pushes all the way in so his balls are snug against Jensen’s ass.

He’s not even sure how Jared’s balancing, one hand on the mattress and the other on Jensen’s hip, but he’s managing to now pull back and slide all the way in over and over. It forces Jensen deeper into Danneel and she moans for it, Jensen, too. And then eventually it’s a chorus of all three of them whimpering and whining and growling.

There are cut-off curses, demands, and outright exclamations of pleasure as Danneel is getting fired up again and Jensen is very close to coming as Jared fucks him fast and dirty.

Danneel begins fingering her clit and pitches her back with the rush. Jensen leans down to lick her nipple, suck it between hips lips, and lightly bite until Jared fucks him particularly hard and he shouts in that good kind of pain.

Just another minute or two and Danneel breaks, her wet cunt clenching Jensen as he continues to slide through her. He can’t hold out now, it’s enough to wreck him and he comes just after her. They’re a boneless mess, heaped on top of one another on the bed, but Jared doesn’t seem to mind. He pulls out then grabs Jensen’s ass and slides his dick into the crease of it until he shoots over Jensen’s lower back.

“You make me feel so old, man,” Jensen grumbles with his face pressed against Danneel’s mouth. “How can I keep up with you two?”

Jared smacks his ass and flops beside them on the mattress. “You got a lot of time to practice. Now that we’re all retired.”

“Semi,” Danneel argues as she weakly nudges Jensen off of her.

Jensen sighs as he worries over not fulfilling his promise to her before the mess of Sheppard and the bank. Make a big score, get out of the town, and retire on a white-sandy beach.

Danneel rolls into him and softly smiles as she runs her fingertip over his lips. “Two outta three ain’t bad,” she says, reading his mind. She suddenly perks up and grins. “And now there’s three of us.”

Jared darkly chuckles and Jensen looks over to see him idly stroking his cock. Jesus, it’s back to half hard in a matter of minutes. Danneel and Jared are gonna kill him. Jared smirks at him, certainly reading his interest. “Just think of the shenanigans we’ll get up to now.”

“Not now,” Jensen sighs, patting Jared’s thigh. “Maybe in twenty minutes.”

“Danneel?” Jared leans up to glance at her. “You up for another?”

She lets out a hysterical breath. “Not yet. Two orgasms are enough for me.”

“Just two?” Jensen jokes and she smacks his chest.

“Hey, we had four between us,” Jared points out. “That’s something to celebrate.”

Jensen turns to his side and runs his fingers up Jared’s shaft, enjoying Jared’s little hitch of breath. “We got a lot of things to celebrate. About 44 million of them.”

And being semi-retired on their own patch of Bahamian sand, Jensen’s sure they’ll find ways to celebrate each and every one.