by Jane Jamison
“I think it’s you who’s getting the ideas.”
An inner voice warned Shenna not to continue, but she couldn’t resist. “So you said they own a ranch? Where’s their ranch?”
“Yeah, they’re ranchers like a lot of folks around here. Their place is a few miles out of town. Drive past the Moonstone and keep going for around five miles and you’ll pass their sign at the gate.” She chuckled. “Again, why are you so interested?”
“I’m not. At least, not in the way you’re suggesting. Seriously, Celia, like I said before. I’m not looking for a man. I’m, uh, just doing a little research is all. For the book.”
“Uh-huh. Of course. For the book. Okay, so you’re not interested in a man right now. Then how about men? As in more than one?”
“Not even close.” The memory of the men—their hard bodies under cotton shirts, their firm, round butts cupped by perfectly fitting jeans—swamped her. Maybe she was denying the possibility too much? After all, what would it be like having three men attracted to her? Wouldn’t it be nice to find out?
Think about your job. No time to play.
“Uh-huh.”
“Will you stop saying that?” She needed to change the subject and fast. For both their sakes.
“Uh-huh.”
“Stop it, Celia.”
“Fine. But I don’t think you’re telling me everything.”
Shenna closed her eyes and willed herself to be calm. As much as she liked Celia, she couldn’t let on how much she wanted to learn about the men who’d had such a profound effect on her. The problem was that she couldn’t tell Celia or anyone else the truth of why she was in Forever. Guilt struck again, and as she had so many times before, she shoved it down. She just hoped everyone in Forever would forgive her once they found out. And they would find out sooner or later. How could they not when the news of what they were went viral? Yet why should they forgive her? She was violating their trust. A sick feeling twisted her gut.
Keep to the plan.
“Celia, there’s nothing to tell. I saw them at the Moonstone last night and wondered who they were. That’s all.”
“Uh— Sorry. But why them? Did they stick out somehow? Did you think they were…special? Did you meet them? If not, I could arrange an introduction.”
“No to all your questions. Thanks to Emma, I met a lot of guys last night.” She jumped in before Celia could respond. “But no one of any interest in that way. Got it?”
Celia’s laugh rang out true and strong. “So Emma tried being your matchmaker? Is that what happened? That is so funny.”
“Funny, ha-ha. Not. Besides, last night was a complete failure. Trust me. She won’t get another chance.”
“Fine. I got it. No men for you. Still, if you were interested in the Beckett cousins, I’d have to tell you that you could do a lot worse. I don’t personally know them all that well, but from what I’ve heard, they’re nice guys. Hard workers. Honest. And…”
She had to take the bait. “And?”
“And word also has it that they’re looking for a woman.”
There was that ménage thing again. “For the three of them? Is that…normal?”
“I thought Emma filled you in on how people like things around here.”
Stunned, she asked, “Is there anything that’s a secret in this town? I mean, do you and Emma exchange notes? Or is there a town hall meeting where everyone sits around and gossips?” She hadn’t meant to speak so harshly. After all, lying to them was a much bigger offence than Celia and Emma talking about her.
“I’m sorry. We were gossiping, yes, but I didn’t think it was a big deal. People talk. Especially in a small town.”
Remorse filled her. “No. I’m sorry. It’s okay. I understand. Friends talk about other friends.”
“Anyway, the answer to your question is yes. They’re hoping to find a mate, um, a woman who will want all three of them.”
I want them.
The unexpected thought was there before she knew it. But was it true? Yes, sexually she wanted them. She had no doubt about that. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t find them sexually attractive? But did she want to love them? Did she want them to love her in return?
Yes?
She was almost afraid to admit the truth. Having three men love her would be amazing. Especially if she loved them as much in return.
“Not that you’re interested, of course.” Celia’s tone suggested Shenna was. “Right?”
“Right. I’m not.” Shit. Unless I could keep my feelings in check and just have a little fun. “At least, not in the way you’re talking about.”
“Then in what way?”
She should’ve kept her mouth shut. Now she had to scramble to cover her big mouth. “As part of my research. I should know a few cowboys before I write about cowboys, don’t you think?”
“Oh.” Yet her following silence left an air of suspicion between them. “I guess so. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun while you work. Go ahead and mix a little pleasure with business.”
It had been a while since she’d had a hot, fun time with anyone. Could she keep her feelings, her emotions in check while spending time with them? She thought it doubtful. Yet, would the fun be worth the try?
“Hey. Are you still there?” asked Celia.
“I’m here.” Shenna took a long drag on her beer. “I’m kind of worn out. It was good talking to you, Celia.”
“Seriously? You’re going to leave me hanging?”
“I don’t mean to, but again, there is nothing more to tell you. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Okay. You take care.”
“Right back at you.”
Shenna stared at the phone a long time after ending the conversation. Simply talking about the Beckett men had stirred up more emotions than she cared to admit were alive and thriving. Hell, throbbing between her legs. The tingling feeling was back, not as intense as when she was near them, but it was there just the same. When had she ever felt this kind of connection with any man? She searched her memory and came up empty.
Suddenly, she felt as tired as she’d claimed. Taking her empty bottle inside, she set it on the kitchen counter and shuffled into the bedroom. She was curled up and asleep even before changing out of her clothes and into her sleep shirt.
Chapter Four
The hay tickled Shenna’s back, but she wasn’t laughing. Instead, her complete attention was on the three men around her. Surrounding her. Like predatory animals, they’d stripped her of her clothes, taken her to the ground, and kept her there.
“Spread them,” ordered Marty, his blue eyes filling with bits of amber. His nude body was a work of perfection. Even as the horses in the stalls nickered, he was the true stallion.
Unable to speak, she obeyed, and opened her legs wide.
Jordan rubbed the end of his moist cock against her bare shoulder. “I want you to taste me, hon. Before and after.”
She licked her lips, the only answer she could give him.
Doug let out a moan-turned-growl, bent low, and slipped his arms under hers. He tugged her backward with him, slipping her over his rock-hard thighs as he sat back and rested on his calves. She gasped, still unable to say a word, as he wrapped his arm under her breasts, keeping her oh-so close. His other hand pushed its way between her ass and his crotch. “I’m going to shove my cock deep into your ass, sugar. But don’t worry. It won’t hurt. It never hurts with us. At least, not much.”
With us?
Although it didn’t make any sense, she believed him. She’d believe anything he told her.
He nibbled along her shoulder, pushing her hair aside to travel his way up her neck to her ear. He caught her lobe between his teeth and pressed down. His tongue lashed at the part of her ear caught inside his mouth.
She wiggled, urging him to put his cock in a much lower place. “Prove to me that it won’t hurt.” A cry of need escaped her as his cock worked its way between her ass cheeks.
She arched, pushing her ass against Doug’s cock and thrusting her breasts against Marty’s palms. The ache that had started as a small flicker of need had blossomed into full-grown, all-out passionate fire that would consume her if they didn’t give themselves to her and put out the fire. And yet, instinctively, she knew that fire could never be fully contained, much less put out entirely. The strange sensation was back, raging like an inferno, scorching her resistance as it thundered through her. She moaned, unable to put her craving into words.
Marty used his thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart, his amber-flecked gaze on her pussy. “You’re so wet, darlin’. So fucking wet.” Slicking his hand over her pussy, his finger diving into her entrance for only a brief moment, he then brought his fingers to his mouth. Mischief sparkled in his eyes as he sucked her juices off his middle finger. “Mmm-mmm, good.”
Her gaze stayed on his mouth. Hunger to taste her juices along with the flavor of his skin hit her.
He grinned then placed his hand between her legs again. “Want a taste?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Looks like she found her voice,” joked Jordan. “Better hurry, though. I have other plans for her pretty mouth.”
She gave a sharp inhale as Marty slid his finger back inside her pussy. The wiggle of his digit had her tensing, readying her as her body went into a quick overdrive. The sensation grew even hotter, breaking out perspiration along her hairline. Her pussy wept at his touch then spasmed as he pulled his finger out and held it in front of her face.
“Go on, darlin’. Get a taste. It’s real good.”
She flicked out her tongue, but he jerked back his hand. “Uh-uh. Not like that. You need to get the full burst of flavor.” Pressing his fingertip to her lips, he added, “Open up.”
She parted her lips, her gaze stuck to his, and let him glide his finger into her mouth. A sweet taste came first, followed by the flavor of his skin.
His lips parted, more heat flaming in his eyes. “You taste good. Don’t you?”
She nodded and sucked harder until he eased his finger from her mouth. But she wanted more. She thrust her pelvis toward him and got a hard bite on her shoulder from Doug.
“Don’t move away from me.” Doug tightened his hold on her. He positioned his cock at her dark entrance. “Get ready, sugar. I’ve waited long enough.”
Laying back her head, she welcomed Doug’s tongue into her mouth. His cock pressed harder, insisting on its way inside. She clutched his arm then Marty’s, silently urging both of them to fuck her.
She moaned again, the plea, the demand in her voice, and locked her legs around Marty’s waist. Tugging to bring him closer didn’t work. The men were in control, not giving her much else she could do except lie back and take whatever they gave her.
Marty took her by the hair, ending her kiss with Doug. “Now.”
Marty shoved his cock deep inside her, his hips thrusting hard against her, his body tensing with the effort. Again, he slammed into her. Again, he clutched her hair, adding a little pain to the pleasure.
“Fuck that.” Doug stiffened behind her. He eased his cock inside her.
A quick flash of pain came and went, but the pain was far less than she’d ever experienced. She stiffened as they had, but with their cocks inside her, she couldn’t remain tense. They felt too good, too right, as though her body had waited anxiously for theirs and had finally relaxed now that it had found them.
“Don’t put all your attention on them, hon. Their cocks are good, sure, but mine’s better.” Jordan got on his knees, his naked body glistening under the lights of the barn. He bent low and offered her his long, curved, and oh-so-hard cock.
Thinking was becoming harder, yet unnecessary as primal instincts took over. She swept her tongue over her mouth again then opened wide.
Damn, but he tastes good.
Strangely, she’d never had that thought before. Had never enjoyed sucking a man’s dick. But with him, it was different, tasty, sexy.
Her mind was gone. At least not functioning as it usually would. Instead, an awareness came over her. She was exactly where she needed to be. Exactly where she wanted to be. Exactly where she’d yearned to be without knowing it.
Four people shouldn’t be able to move so sweetly together, so in sync with each other. And yet, they did. Like the four ends of the earth moving together, they formed on cohesive entity. Simply put, they fit.
Together they moved, not ever losing touch from the other, their cocks never leaving her body. Strangely, she sensed that it was more than a physical joining. Instead, if she could’ve put thought into words, she would’ve said their spirits were joined, laced together like parts of an intricate quilt.
We’re connected.
The thought made no sense, yet perfect sense.
They rode each other, uncaring who was on top or who was on bottom. Uncaring if the world around them fell apart. As long as they were with each other, all was right, all was well.
Shenna came to with a start. Her heart pounded, and perspiration dotted her brow. Her nightshirt stuck to her body with sweat. “Holy shit.”
She’d had wet dreams before. She’d awakened with her hand between her legs before. But she’d never felt the way she felt now before. Even the time she’d dreamed about the men in the shadows hadn’t been as intense. Every part of her ached to go back to the dream. Every part of her ached to have the men close to her. Every part of her ached to run to them and beg them to make her dream come true.
But she couldn’t. If she did, then…
She frowned and waited for her head to stop spinning, her thoughts to settle into one coherent idea.
What would happen if she went to them? What was she afraid of, anyway? Of them? They wouldn’t hurt her. She couldn’t believe otherwise. Then what was holding her back? Was she afraid of the strange sensation she felt every time they were near?
Yes.
No.
I don’t know.
And yet, her dream had changed one thing.
She wanted, needed, yearned to find out what would happen if she gave in and got closer. A lot closer. Closer as in unbridled, fully-out-there sex.
Sex.
Abso-fuckin-lutely.
Even realizing that having sex could be bad, maybe even dangerous, she could no longer resist. She doubted she could see them on a public street and not beg them to take her. If she didn’t feel their touches against her skin soon, she’d spontaneously combust, igniting into a roaring fire that would consume every inch of her.
But would more than a good time happen? Would her heart become involved? Could she douse the fire of need and keep it strictly sexual?
The answer didn’t come. Or maybe it was more that it wouldn’t come. Maybe she was blocking the answer because the question frightened her.
Shit.
She could endanger her entire reason for coming to Forever.
Shit.
She had a job to do, the reason she’d come to Forever in the first place. Yet couldn’t there more to life than one goal? Couldn’t there be pleasure, too? Or was she rationalizing her choice and ignoring the possible dangers?
Yet she no longer cared. If she didn’t get relief for the all-consuming urge to have them, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on her work.
Yeah, that’s the reason. I need to get them out of my system, out of my head, so I can do what I came here to do.
Whether or not she was rationalizing her primal instincts no longer mattered. She had to have them.
Throwing the covers off, she hurried to the shower. After that, she’d put something nice on. Then she’d head for Hidden Hills Ranch.
Hell or high water, men, I’m coming for you.
* * * *
There they are.
Shenna pulled her car over to the side of the road. Marty and Jordan were off their horses, reins hanging to the ground as they bent over to look at something on the ground. She couldn’t tell what it was, but it really didn’t matter. They were the objects of her attention.
Common courtesy dictated that she should call out to them. But she wouldn’t. Not when she could snap a few good photos first. She could use the photos in her upcoming book on Forever and the shifters who lived there, but that wasn’t the reason she slid out of the car, grabbed her camera, and quietly made her way to the fence. No, she simply wanted photos of the men who had taken her libido and sent it soaring. Men who had her dreaming lustful, carnal dreams. Once she got a few photos, she’d let them know she was there.
And then the real fun would begin. Or, at least, she hoped it would.
She glanced around, hoping to find Doug nearby but was disappointed. Bending low, she made it to the fence and hid behind a small bush. Smiling, she lifted the camera and readied her shot.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Taking one photo after the other usually produced a variety of good shots. Her fingers flew over the controls, adjusting as needed without thinking too much. Going on autopilot, using her instincts and skills instead of thinking about each picture often gave her the best results. Once she had a few of the quick shots, she’d slow down and give more attention to details. Or accomplish spectacular special effects. Whatever photos she didn’t use for her reveal to the world she’d keep for her own collection.
She paused as the last idea struck her and lowered the camera. Keeping some photos for herself wasn’t unusual, but that was primarily because she liked the subjects in an artistic kind of way. Not because she felt any type of personal connection to the subjects.
Shit. Maybe this is a bad idea.
Could she be getting too involved? If she were smart, she’d haul ass back to the rental house and do her best to stay away from them. They were already interfering in her work, distracting her even when they weren’t around.
