by Becca Van
He glided his dick in and out of her faster and harder until their bodies were slapping together. The warm water still poured down over them. He leaned toward her neck, nipped her earlobe, then scraped his teeth over the sensitive tendon. The lower he moved his mouth, the more her breasts swelled and the harder her nipples felt.
“Oh god!” she cried when he latched onto one of her nipples to suckle firmly on it. Then he switched to the other. With each pull of his mouth on her nubs, zaps of pleasure shot down to her pussy.
Liquid desire pooled in her belly, and the pressure began to develop. Juices dripped from her pussy, and the spiral began to wind tighter and tighter.
Sierra began to rock her hips in sync with Rhys. She slammed her pussy over his dick, swallowing the hard length whole as he pistoned into her. The friction built higher and higher until she was only strokes away from climaxing.
Rhys released her nipple and pressed his mouth over hers. He fucked her mouth the same way he was fucking her pussy, and she still couldn’t get enough. She sobbed as he bottomed out inside of her, retreated, and then shunted into her harder.
She gripped his neck when he started pistoning so quickly there was no way she could keep up, and all she could do was hang on for dear life.
Three more times he pumped into her, and on the fourth advance he swiveled his hips, pressing his pubis against her clit.
“Rhys!” Sierra screamed as she came. She shook and shivered with nirvanic rapture while her pussy clenched and released repeatedly on his cock.
Rhys grunted as he shoved into her once and the second time he slammed his dick in deep he shouted, “Sierra!” He ground his hips into hers, his cock jerking and twitching as his cum spurted into her pussy and womb.
Sierra was still coming when Rhys bit deeply into her shoulder right next to where Justice had marked her. She catapulted straight into another orgasm even more intense than the first. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The stars faded until all she could see was the inky blackens of space. She was deaf and blind to everything, but her whole attention was focused on Rhys. She hadn’t heard the mating bond click into place, but she’d felt it. She was now connected to Rhys the way she was connected to Justice and Weldon.
Her heart was filled with warmth and joy, and she was having a hard time containing her emotions. Tears of elation threatened, but she didn’t let them fall.
She was mated to Justice, Weldon, and Rhys. No other woman would ever interest them, and while she hoped she was enough of a female for the three of them, what worried her the most was the fear that her unknown attacker would find her and kill her.
But what would be worse was if one of her men ended up hurt or killed because she was a target.
Chapter Ten
“How are you feeling, baby?” Justice asked when Sierra entered the kitchen. She’d fallen asleep after Rhys had mated and claimed her, and she’d slept the night through. He and his brothers had slumbered in the same bed, their big bodies surrounding and protecting her. Each of them checked on her regularly throughout the night just to reassure themselves she was safe and hadn’t been a figment of their imagination, a dream.
“I feel good,” she said.
As soon as she was close enough to touch, he reached out and tugged her into his arms. She came willingly and wrapped her arms around his waist. They stood there for a few minutes just holding each other and savoring the closeness. Although Justice could feel her in his heart, the tether between them wasn’t as strong as he’d thought it would be, but he wasn’t concerned since they were only partially mated. He was hoping that once he and his brothers had made love to her and claimed her together, the connection would be cemented and unbreakable.
He couldn’t wait to be able to communicate with her in his mind whenever he wanted. In fact, he was so protective of her, he was likely to piss her off. He was going to have to try and curb his possessive proclivities even if only a little, but he also hoped that she understood his and his brothers’ need to know where she was at any given moment. Justice didn’t want her thinking that he was a controlling bastard and hoped she realized they only had her safety in mind.
Rhys was there as soon as Sierra stepped out of his embrace and quickly wrapped her up in his own arms. Their woman sighed and closed her eyes as she hugged his brother back. When Rhys let her go, Weldon swept her up into his arms and spun around. “Good morning, beautiful darlin’.” He kissed her passionately before letting her up for air.
“Morning,” she replied with a breathless giggle.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Justice asked.
“What have you got?” Once more back on her feet, Sierra walked to the fridge and stood beside Justice peering in. “Oh, good. You have bacon and eggs, and is that steak? Can we have that, too?” She frowned up at him.
“Don’t look so horrified, baby. Now, that you’ve mated with us, your genetics have changed. You’re going to need to eat more because your metabolism is faster.”
“I’m starving, but if I keep eating stuff like I’m craving right now, I’m going to get fat,” she said.
Justice cupped her cheek. “No, you won’t. You can eat as much as you like and whatever you like and you won’t gain an ounce. Not that we’d care if you did. We like you for who you are, baby. Not the packaging, although that is damned gorgeous and sexy.” When she blushed at his compliment, he made a note to do so again, because he had a feeling his woman hadn’t had much praise throughout her life. He kissed her on the lips, gently nudged her to the side, and started pulling ingredients from the fridge.
He and Sierra worked side by side moving around each other in sync as if they’d been doing so for years. He loved having his mate helping him in the kitchen, but most of all, he loved having her in his house, his life. It felt domestic and intimate as they worked together to prepare the meal.
Over breakfast, he and his brothers discussed the new landscaping job they needed to do a quote on today.
“Can I come with you to see the property?” Sierra asked.
“We’d love to have you with us, darlin’.” Weldon winked at her. “You don’t ever need to ask us. If you want to spend the day with us, we’re all more than agreeable.”
“Have these new clients given you any plans?” she asked.
Justice shook his head. “All they’ve given us is a map of the block and where the house is situated on it.”
“As far as I could tell, they’re an elderly couple who’ve just moved to Crosby,” Rhys explained.
“Where’s that?” she asked.
“Crosby is east of here. The next town over about twenty minutes away.” Rhys sipped his coffee.
“Have you ever been there before?”
“No, we haven’t. We’ve been too busy renovating this place. We haven’t even had time to landscape our own gardens.”
“I can help with that, if you want me to.”
“We need all the help we can get, darlin’,” Weldon said. “I’d love to hear your ideas for our yard.”
“After we get back from the job, I’ll walk around and scope things out. Do you have a theme in mind?”
“A theme?” Rhys quirked a brow.
“You know, like an English cottage garden, or small square plots with plants that blend and stand out. Have you ever thought of putting in those hedge plants and, as they grow, shaping them into something?”
“Like what?” Justice asked.
“Like a castle or animals. You could have horses and cattle to make a place look like a ranch. An old broken wagon can be used as a feature or a rusted wagon wheel.”
“You have a lot of great ideas, honey.” Rhys caressed her back. “But just remember that in winter North Dakota is covered in snow and ice.”
“England gets snow, too,” Sierra said. “The hedges and plants seem to survive all right. I’m sure if we do some research we can find botany that suits our climate. I know the last thing you and any of your clients wa
nt is to have to replace dead plants every year. That would be a waste of money and cost way too much.”
“We need to clean up and get going.” Justice stood and began to gather the dishes. Sierra and his brothers did the same and it only took about ten minutes with all of them pitching in to clean up.
“Do I have time to brush my teeth again?”
“Sure, darlin’.” Weldon nodded. “We’ve got ten minutes before we have to leave.”
* * * *
Sierra smiled all the way to the bathroom. The more questions she asked the more emotionally involved she felt with her mates. She dreamed of being a princess in a castle when she was a young girl to escape the loneliness of her life. Until she’d started talking about gardens with Justice, Weldon, and Rhys, she hadn’t really known what a vivid imagination she’d had. At least for a garden. While she knew some of her ideas wouldn’t be practical, she was excited and enthusiastic over something for the first time since she’d been stabbed.
Now that she couldn’t indulge her passion for helping victims of abuse since it was too dangerous, she could direct her fervor into a different direction. Plus, she’d get to spend time with her men and get to know them better.
While the threat of danger was still at the back of her mind, Sierra decided that was where it belonged. There was nothing she could do about finding the man who’d hurt her, but she wasn’t going to dwell and let fear rule. If she did that, she wouldn’t be living at all, she’d only be existing, and she wasn’t about to give that evil bastard the satisfaction of continuing to hurt her even if he wasn’t aware.
She had three wonderful, caring men she had very strong feelings for and suspected was well on the way to falling in love with.
Sierra was happier than she’d ever been in her life, and she was going to embrace the joy of that and hold on to it. She had three men who seemed to care for her when she’d been alone for so long. She had a reason to look forward to each morning for herself rather than helping others all the time. Though she’d loved working for the women’s shelter and missed it as well as offering help to those in need, she hadn’t realized how much she was neglecting her own needs.
Sierra hadn’t noticed how she put herself last, and she thought it was about time to listen to her body and her own wants and dreams. Of course, she wasn’t going to become a self-centered bitch, but she was going to take better care of herself. She was also going to take care of her mates.
Pushing her thoughts aside, she quickly brushed her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail after brushing her teeth. She grabbed her purse and a light sweater, and then headed to the front of the house where her men were waiting.
“You ready to go, honey?” Rhys asked as he clasped her hand.
“Yes,” she answered. Sierra was so happy she felt like dancing in the street. Instead, she smiled at Rhys and let him guide her from the house.
As she stepped out onto the porch, a cool wind swept up her back, causing the hair on her nape to stand on end. She glanced about nervously but pushed her trepidation aside and told herself she was imagining things.
So, why couldn’t she shake the sudden feeling of impending danger?
* * * *
Daniel couldn’t believe how easy it had been to dupe the stupid bitch he’d been seeing over the last week. He’d taken her out, wining and dining her, and the naïve slut had looked at him with stars in her eyes. The last night he’d taken her out to dinner and dancing, she’d left her purse with him while she went the bathroom. After making sure no one had been watching him, he’d removed her cell phone and looked through her contacts. He’d found the cunt’s name and number and had punched the information into his own phone.
It was the day after his last night out with the shelter’s kitchen hand, and he sat staring at his own cell. He’d memorized Sierra Langley’s number just in case, but he didn’t think it was necessary. No one would ever steal anything of his and get away with it.
His stomach fluttered with nervous rage as he pressed the call button. The phone rang, and then she answered, “Hello?”
Daniel smiled at the wariness in her voice. He’d been smart and blocked his number before making the call. She had no idea who he was, and he wasn’t about to enlighten her. He remained quiet.
“Hello? Who is this?”
Daniel almost laughed out loud when her voice cracked on the last word. She was scared, and she should be. He was going to find where that bitch was, and when he got his hands on her, he was going to torture the whereabouts of his wife and son out of her.
By the time he was done with her, she was going to beg him to kill her.
But first, he needed to find someone to trace the cell phone, which shouldn’t be too hard if he offered enough money. He didn’t have a lot of spare cash lying around. It was in the bank and he didn’t want to alert anyone by withdrawing a large amount of money, but if he needed to he’d sell his truck. When he was cashed up, he could hire a car and drive to wherever she was hiding out, or he could hop on a plane and lease a vehicle.
Daniel was going to know where she was very, very soon.
“Get a life, asshole,” she said before disconnecting the call.
He laughed with glee because he’d heard how unsettled she was.
That was nothing compared to what he was going to do to her when he had her location.
Daniel shoved to his feet and headed out the door. He had a tech geek to find. Someone who wouldn’t ask questions and needed some ready cash. He didn’t think he’d have any problems getting what he wanted. Money talked and all that.
* * * *
“So, what do you think, darlin’?” Weldon draped an arm around her shoulders as he, his brothers, and their mate glanced about the unkempt yard. The plot of land was big and the house looked to be about four bedrooms. It wasn’t huge, but it had that just-been-built or renovated and extended look.
“There’s so much potential,” Sierra murmured as she stepped out from under his arms and started walking. “What’s that?”
“It looks like an old fountain,” Rhys said as he walked to her side.
She hummed and kept walking.
Weldon had ideas running through his mind, and from the concentration on his brothers’ faces they did, too, but right now he was more interested in what their woman thought. He couldn’t wait to hear her ideas.
She was quiet as she walked and took everything in. When she got to the back yard, she gasped. “There’s a gazebo. I can just imagine wisteria and vines growing up the sides, creating more natural shade. Jasmine would be great here, too. Do you know if the owners have any allergies to plants?”
“No, but we’ll be sure to ask,” Justice said from behind them.
“Is there a budget?” Sierra frowned.
“No, the owners are retired and have plenty of money saved up. Mr. Starr said he didn’t care how much it cost to get everything landscaped. There were a few stipulations, though,” Weldon said.
“Such as?” Sierra walked over the cracked concrete path and steps, which led to the rotunda. Weldon and his brothers followed.
“They wanted low maintenance since he and his wife are both getting on in years.”
“I have a great picture in my mind right now.”
“Are you going to share, honey?” Rhys entwined his fingers with hers.
“I don’t know if you all will like it or agree with me. Or the owners for that matter.”
“Just spit it out, baby.” Justice hugged her from behind.
“I think this would look great with a moat and a bridge where the entrances are.”
“I like the idea, baby,” Justice said, “but everything is up to the owners. We can only suggest ideas for them to accept or negate.”
“What would you put in the moat?” Weldon asked.
“Lilies and water plants. I’m not sure if fish would be feasible since they’re likely to die when the water freezes in winter.”
“Let’s keep walking,” Rh
ys said.
Weldon was having a hard time controlling his wolf. Now that he was partially mated with Sierra, his animal was eager to complete the bond. His beast wasn’t the only one. His dick was so hard right now, he was sure he could split wood. Justice and Rhys seemed to be in the same boat. He’d caught them both surreptitiously adjusting their dicks in their pants more than once.
While he was happy to have Sierra with him for the day, he knew the hours were going to drag by. All he could think about was getting back home, stripping her clothes off, making love to her with his brothers, and claiming her for all time.
It was going to be difficult to keep his head in the game, but hopefully, Sierra’s suggestions would get his imagination flowing, and by the end of the day, he and his brothers would have some plans to give their clients.
If they wanted more business, making Mr. and Mrs. Starr happy was paramount. Word of mouth references were better than spending a shit load of money to advertise. Recommendations were the key to success even if they didn’t really need the money. Then he thought about how success would mean more work. He wasn’t sure he wanted to spend days away from the house and Sierra. He wondered if she’d be happy to go along with them to all their jobs, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t be with him and his brothers every day.
While he and his siblings always did the best they could to satisfy their customers, right now he wished they’d never started this landscaping endeavor. If they hadn’t, they’d have all the time in the world to spend with their woman.
His gut tightened at the thought of Sierra being left all alone and something happening to her. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to dislodge the pessimistic thought from his mind and relieve the ache in his stomach, but no matter how hard he tried, the concern wouldn’t budge.
In fact, it just seemed to get worse and worse.
