Purr-fect for Her [Tigers of Twisted, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  They attacked her again with more vigor than before. Braden landed blow after blow, switching slaps between her butt cheeks while Heath twisted her nipples and squeezed her breasts.

  Her arms ached, her flesh stung, and her jaw was growing tired. Yet every sting, every flash of pain only added to the wetness of her pussy. With Braden’s next slap and hard drive of Heath’s cock inside her mouth, she couldn’t hold back the rush of cream flooding her pussy.

  “Damn it. She’s already come. I can smell it.”

  Braden growled then yanked her away from him, straightening her upward. Her body would be bruised in the morning, but she didn’t care. She’d treasure each black and blue mark as signs of their lovemaking.

  Heath grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer. He lifted her again, then put her at the perfect angle. “Now.” He shoved his cock inside her pussy.

  He couldn’t have speared her any harder if he’d used a knife. His cock drove into her, plunging until there was nowhere farther to go. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, keeping her tilted enough for him to ram into her again.

  “Mine.” Braden yanked her hair. His fingers dipped into her ass hole. Working them around, he prepared her for what came next.

  He shoved his cock inside her anus. She let out a small whimper as both cocks filled her. Braden’s grip on her hair tightened as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against the backs of her legs.

  She was caught between the two of them, lost in the sensation of emotions mixing with primal need. Thought wasn’t necessary as she closed her eyes and let the war inside her, their two cocks fighting to ravage her, rage on.

  “Shit. Too soon.” Heath groaned, squeezed her tits even harder. He pulled his cock out and stumbled back until hitting the edge of the bed stopped him. Taking hold of the bedspread just as his cum started flowing, he covered it then lay back and moaned through his climax.

  Seeing the white cream spurt from him put her over the edge. She pushed back, ramming against Braden as hard as she could. Her climax racked through her and, as though it had traveled into him, he gripped her hips and ground out his own release.

  Sated, with her knees weak, she stumbled toward the bed with Braden’s help and fell on top of it. The men crowded around her, enclosing her in the warmth of their bodies.

  * * * *

  Kylie curled into Heath’s body. If there was any place on earth where she could feel safer and more cherished, she didn’t know of it. Her body felt alive even several minutes after their last caress. Her pussy ached and her muscles were tired, but they felt wonderful all the same.

  She closed her eyes, then heard a sound and opened them. She sat up and pulled the bed sheet over her body. “Did you hear that? Is Davey waking up?”

  They remained still, each listening. Heath shook his head. “Naw. He’s still asleep. I recognize the sounds he makes.”

  “Oh, good.” She hadn’t wanted to rush out of bed. They’d have to get up soon enough. “Hey, wait. Davey’s your son, right?”

  Heath nodded. “Sure is.”

  “And he calls you Dad? Right, Braden?”

  Braden’s pride was as clear as Heath’s. “Yup.”

  “But why? You’re his uncle, not his father.”

  “It’s a shifter thing. All the children in one family are considered everyone’s child. So when you have our children—”

  “Our children?”

  Heath glanced at his brother. “I guess we shouldn’t have assumed you’re going to want children. We just hoped you would. Especially since Braden doesn’t have a biological child.”

  “It’s okay, Kylie. If you don’t want kids, I’ll be all right. I’m still Daddy to Davey.”

  The expression on Braden’s face didn’t seem like he was okay with not having a child of his own. “But I do want kids. At least three or four. Is four too many?”

  Braden’s smile said it all. “You can never have too many children.”

  “I never knew my father.”

  They turned to her, going onto their sides. “What happened, sweet one?”

  She’d never told anyone about her father other than Frank. He hadn’t deserved to know, but she’d thought he was going to be the one. How could she have mistaken what she’d felt for Frank as real love?

  The image of the man getting shot in the head came again, sending a shiver through her.

  “Kylie, tell us,” urged Heath.

  “My father shot himself in the head when I was a baby. I didn’t find out until I was thirteen.”

  “Shit. I’m so sorry, baby.”

  She dragged in a hard breath. “It’s okay. Although I never knew him, I still miss him. Is that strange?”

  “No, it’s not. You missed out on having a father.” Braden offered her a comforting skim of his fingers against her cheek. “Just think. Your kids will have two fathers. Me and a spare.”

  “Hey, who’s calling who a spare?”

  They’d made her feel better just by being with her. “Does Davey know what you are? Oh, wow, is Davey a tiger-shifter, too?”

  “No to the first and yes to the second.” Heath cleared his throat. “Davey’s mom is, or was, human. Remember the night of the bachelorette party in San Antonio?”

  “Sure I do.” How could she ever forget the first time she’d met them?

  “She was in a car accident that night and passed away. Which is why we didn’t follow you back to your table.”

  “And why we lost track of you. We didn’t know your name or where you lived. We hunted and even hired an investigator, but couldn’t find anything.”

  They’d looked for her. If only they’d found her, she wouldn’t have spent more time with Frank. Could have, perhaps, gotten away from him earlier. But would he have let her go?

  And if he had, if she’d left him earlier, she would’ve missed seeing him kill a man.

  No. Don’t go there.

  “Anyway,” continued Heath, “Davey came to live with us. But his mom never told him what his father is. And since weretigers don’t change until they hit puberty, he doesn’t know what he’ll become.”

  “Damn. There’s so much I don’t know. Hey, your wounds. You healed so fast because you’re shifters, right?”

  “Right. Just like the other people in Twisted can.”

  “What? They are more tigers in Twisted?”

  Heath pulled her back down. “Most of the citizens of Twisted and the surrounding area are tiger-shifters or panther-shifters. Then there are a few werewolves and werebears, but they mainly stay to themselves. Those kinds of shifters tend to live closer to Forever, Texas.”

  Her head spun with the newfound knowledge. “More shifters. Oh, my God. And no one knows? I mean, why hasn’t anyone ever found out? The media outlets would have a field day.”

  “We keep to ourselves and try not to change whenever there’s anyone around.” Braden shrugged. “We screwed up with you. First you see us when you’re walking to town and then today behind the barn.”

  “Were those werewolves attacking you?”

  “No. It was just a regular wolf pack. They’re getting hungry, and finding food is hard with the drought. They’d never have gotten so close to the house if they weren’t starving.”

  “So who else is a tiger-shifter?” She laughed. “I can’t believe this is all real. Or that I’m not freaking out about it.”

  “A lot of people you’ve met are shifters. Including Lena.”

  “No way.” She couldn’t wait to see Lena again and tell her she knew. It would take her a while to get used to the news, not to mention trying to keep from staring at everyone she saw. Would they look any different to her?

  “Kylie, what do you want to do? Not that you have to do anything. We’re happy to have you stay here with us and be our mate. But something tells me you want more than to clean house every day.”

  “You’re right, Braden. I don’t want to just be a housewife. Or housemate? Whichever it is. I want to work.”


  Braden chuckled. “As which? A teacher or a baker?”

  As much as she loved teaching, it didn’t take her long to answer. “A baker. With my own store.”

  “Then that’s what you’ll do. I bet people from miles around will come for your cupcakes.”

  She gave Heath a peck on the cheek. “I hope so. Although I bake everything from cupcakes to amazing artisan bread.” She rolled over and gave Braden a similar kiss. “And what about you two? Are you always going to be ranchers?”

  “Always. We grew up on this land and we want our kids to grow up here, too. Twisted was founded by our great grandparents who came here after the land run in Oklahoma. They staked out the land and built their houses with their own hands. Our family has lived here ever since.”

  “Wow. So the Ashers are a founding family of Twisted. That’s so cool. But how did you end up being half brothers?”

  “My dad passed away when I was young so my mom took another for her mate.”

  She wasn’t sure she should ask. Would she be bringing up old wounds? “So your mom felt the connection with two different men? Just not at the same time like with us?”

  Heath’s eyes clouded over. “Right. My dad was a cousin of Braden’s father. My mom and my dad never had the connection, but they still loved each other. Not in the intense way we love you, but it was good enough. They were shifters who had each lost a mate. They were lucky to find another mate to love.”

  “Oh.” Would she ever get used to hearing them say they loved her? She hoped not.

  “Do you think you’ll like being a rancher’s mate?”

  How could Braden even ask her that question? “Of course I will. As long as you two are the ranchers.”

  “Good answer.” Heath threw his body on top of hers. “The way I figure it, we’ve got about thirty minutes before Davey wakes up. How about we go for another round?

  Chapter Ten

  Kylie couldn’t have imagined a better life than the one she was now living. She’d moved in with Heath and Braden as soon as she’d returned to Lena’s place. Telling Davey had gone a lot easier than she could’ve hoped, but Heath had said the boy would welcome her. Although dormant until puberty, Davey’s inner tiger sensed she belonged with the men. He’d given her a quick hug and gone back to playing with his favorite toy truck.

  Almost a week later, she’d settled in nicely and had taken over the chore of watching Davey. Not that it was really a chore. The boy was the sweetest, most well-behaved child she’d ever known. At least, when he wasn’t wandering off to explore. She’d already lost him a couple of times in Twisted, but she hadn’t worried too much. As Heath had said, the entire town watched over all the children. On each occasion, she’d found him right outside the store, entranced in a bug on the ground or a spider crawling on a building. And each time, she’d found an adult watching him from a distance, ready to step in if he needed them.

  “Would you like your receipt in the bag?”

  She blinked, bringing her thoughts back to her purchase. “In the bag’s fine.”

  The Cat’s Meow was a small clothing shop, but the clothes were surprisingly fresh and new, including the latest fashions. A lot of the stores in Twisted had the newest trends in fashion, technology, and more. It was as though the small town refused to be just another small town with mom-and-pop stores trying to sell outdated items. The town and the people were all cleaner than she’d have expected. Even men who worked on ranches or farms always showered before coming into town. Was it their feline natures to stay clean? She’d have to ask the men along with the hundred other questions that kept coming every day.

  She pivoted around, ready to take Davey’s hand and move on to the grocery store. “Davey?”

  Not again.

  “I’m sorry. I guess I should’ve mentioned it to you when you were in the changing room.”

  Ya think? I asked her to watch him, damn it.

  Lindy, the owner’s teenage girl, leaned on the counter. Her orange-colored hair reminded Kylie of a tabby cat’s fur. Were all the cats in town tigers? Or were some like ordinary domesticated cats?

  Ordinary? As though changing from a person into a cat could ever be called ordinary. Yeah, right.

  Nonetheless, she plastered on a smile. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”

  I guess teenagers act like teenagers whether they’re humans or shifters.

  She left the store and started scanning the street. At first, she didn’t get worried even though the street was unusually deserted. But she still remained calm. Like a small kitten on the prowl for adventure, Davey liked snooping around in the strangest places. Since she’d already found him peeking around the building to the right, she decided to go to the left.

  “Davey? Where are you?”

  Where was everyone? An older couple who probably couldn’t see across the street strolled down the other sidewalk, but their attention was focused on each other. Vaguely, she wondered if they could see better if they were weretigers. She still had a difficult time telling the difference between a human and a shifter. Some were obvious with their long teeth or the catlike ways they acted. Others, however, could’ve blended into any human population without a problem.

  “Davey, answer me right now.” Maybe she’d have to talk to Heath about the boy. Wandering off was fine when there were others in town, but when the streets were almost empty, it could be dangerous.

  The first tingle of worry hit her. Why wasn’t he answering? She’d only had to call out for him the last two times he’d gone off. Each time he’d answered her, drawing her to him.

  “Where are you, kiddo?”

  She picked up the pace, not stopping to toss the bag into Braden’s pickup. Heath’s truck was parked next to it. They’d taken two vehicles so she could use one pickup to take Davey back to the ranch and the men could stay longer and talk about business with other ranchers.

  Her heart set up pace with her feet. If she didn’t find him soon, what should she do? Call Heath and Braden, of course, but what else? Small Texas towns rarely had a sheriff, much less an emergency 9-1-1 number to call.

  A noise drew her attention to the alley between The Cat’s Meow and Buster’s Computers and Gadgets. “Davey?”

  The afternoon sun slanted into the recesses of the alley, making shadows dance on the walls. Davey liked darker areas and was never afraid to wander down a dimly-lit alley.

  She’d told him to stay in the main area of the store, but he’d done just like the teenager had done and ignored her.

  “Davey, it’s Kylie. Where are you?” The subtle hint of fear that had taken hold of her earlier warped into full-fledged alarm. “Davey!” The silence following her shout was far too quiet. If he was near, he would’ve answered her.

  “Ky-Ky?”

  She sucked in air. Although his voice sounded timid, at least he’d called out to her, using the nickname he used whenever he was afraid.

  “Where are you, honey?” She started walking toward the direction of his voice.

  He didn’t answer again.

  Shit. Something’s wrong.

  She rounded the corner of the alley and came into the parking lot behind The Cat’s Meow. Slamming to a stop, she gaped at the man holding the small boy.

  “It’s good to see you, sugar.”

  “Frank.” Should she run? Call for help? “Let him go.”

  Frank renewed his grip on the squirming Davey. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

  “His father and uncle are nearby. If you don’t let him go, I’ll scream. Trust me. You don’t want to get them angry.”

  “Go ahead and scream.” He pulled a gun from behind him. “Do it and the kid gets a bullet through his head.”

  He’d make good on his threat. She had no doubt of it.

  “How’d you find me?”

  He chuckled. “I’ve got to give it to you. It was hard as hell and took a lot of my time and money. But no one can hide from me for long. Not even in a shithole town like this
.”

  “What do you want, Frank?”

  His lecherous sneer made her want to hurl her lunch.

  “You, of course.”

  He was going to kill her. But it didn’t matter. She’d rather die than to see Davey hurt. “Fine. But you have to put him down first.”

  “Do you think I’m a fool? No, sugar, he’s coming along for the ride.”

  She fought against the terror and forced herself to think. “Do you think I’m the fool? You’ll kill both of us.”

  Frank shrugged, then let out a string of curses. “Damn bastard bit me.” A trickle of blood ran down his hand, sending a drop of blood to the ground. Davey kicked against him, but Frank held on.

  “Good going, Davey.” She took a step forward. Running for help wouldn’t do any good. By the time she found someone, Frank would be gone. He’d either take Davey with him or kill him and leave his lifeless body behind.

  “Watch it, bitch. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally pull the trigger, would you?”

  “If you don’t let him go, you’re going to find out what getting bitten is really like.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  If she could keep him talking, maybe Heath or Braden would get worried and start looking for them. “It means you’d better let him go. I’m warning you.”

  “You’re warning me? That’s a laugh.”

  She had to keep him there. Had to keep all three of them there. If only the men would look for them. “You’d better believe me, Frank.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I believe you, all right. I believe you’re stalling.”

  Davey squirmed again. To her horror, Frank lifted his hand to hit the child.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  He lowered his arm and unclenched his fist. “Simple. We’re going for a ride.”

  “Why would I do something so stupid? You’ll kill us.”

  “Not unless I have to. You’re coming back to Wichita with me. Once we’re outside this shit town, we’ll dump the kid at a truck stop with his father’s number pinned on him. Someone will find him and call his father.”