by Jane Jamison
Pre-cum sparkled across the slit. She cupped his balls and heard his moan. Whipping her tongue around the base, she slowly made a trek around his length, sweeping her tongue over one side then the other to work her way up to the mushroomed cap.
“Damn, but that’s good.”
Where he’d been in control at the start, she had now taken over that role. Warning him to stay quiet, she bit down on his cock, just hard enough to send the message, but not enough to hurt him.
His body twitched, but he remained silent.
She fondled his balls, playing with them as she bent to press her face in the curly hair between his cock and his leg. Breathing in, she took in his musky scent then squeezed his balls and heard his quick intake of air.
She knew he was dying for her to suck him in, so she delayed it a little while longer. Instead, she made good use of her tongue and flicked it over the end. His fingers dug deeper into her hair.
But denying him meant denying herself, and she couldn’t do that any longer. She kissed the tip of his cock, then made a circle around his cap, before drawing him in using tiny, agonizing movements.
When she was halfway down his cock, she sucked him in hard, driving him to the back of her throat. He groaned and spread his legs farther apart.
She dragged him in, then out, and repeated the motions several times more. The taste of him was amazing, musky filled with short, sweet samples of his juices. He rocked his hips back and forth, helping her.
She turned to the side so she could watch him. His flat abdomen had tightened even more. The muscles in his thighs led to the rippling ones in his stomach and on upward to the mountain of a chest. His eyes were closed and his head down. A strange mix of bliss and torture was on his face.
She dragged him in again then released him, skimming her teeth along the loose skin. His balls tightened, and just as she got ready for him to fill her mouth, he let out a wolflike growl and tugged her to her feet.
Before she could utter a word, he lifted her into his arms and locked his arms around her. With his gaze fixed to hers, he wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock penetrated her, driving deep inside her pussy in imitation of how it had pushed inside her mouth.
She cried out as his width strained her pussy walls. Hanging on, she pushed her breasts against his hard chest and thrust her hips forward to meet his.
The sensation of a hand on her ass confused her until a voice whispered in her ear.
“Fuck him.” A chuckle that reminded her of Casey’s flowed over her. “Fuck me.”
She gasped, her eyes widening as the man behind her rammed his cock inside her asshole. Casey’s cock shoved into her pussy again at the same moment, spearing her between the two men.
She tried to look behind her, but the man kept his forehead pressed to the back of her neck. His hands gripped her butt cheeks, and he slammed into her again and again.
Casey’s gaze fixed on hers, and even though she wanted to ask who the other man was, she couldn’t find the breath to do so.
Together the three of them moved, the two men shoving into her, pounding her pussy and her butt hole with their cocks. Their heavy breathing became staccatos in the night and her own panting set up an accompaniment to their rhythms. The three of them rode each other, using their bodies for support and to feed from each other’s strength.
Casey stiffened, then stopped at the same moment the man behind her did. As though they’d planned it, they bent forward, putting their foreheads against her shoulders, and ground out their orgasms. The sound of their releases unlocked the hold she’d managed to keep on hers. Her body tensed, then let the pummeling sweep of her climax roll through her.
Bonnie bolted upright in the darkness, a cry on her lips. Perspiration wet the hair around her face, and her body shook as though still in the throes of the tumultuous orgasm. She glanced around her, looking for Casey and the other man, but saw nothing but the bedroom of the RV.
“Oh, wow.” She let out a breath and lay back on the bed, but it was hours before sleep would find her again.
* * * *
Joe hated taking time off from the ranch, but if it meant getting to know their future mate, then Rod could hire a friend and those two could handle the work for the next few days. If they were lucky, that’s all it would take.
Many werewolves found their mate and took her home in a whirlwind that humans would have found impossible, but that was the beauty of the instinctual connection between werewolves and their mates. It made human women fall in undeniable lust and then into love so much faster. Some said it started even before they met, explaining why some of their mates came to Forever on their own. But then why did other werewolves have to leave their home to find their mate? Love, especially with werewolves, was a mystical and inexplicable thing. But he wasn’t about to fight against it now that it had found him.
Getting the sensation that she was the one was all that he and Casey needed. They considered themselves lucky that she’d ended up coming to them.
Joe parked the pickup then followed Casey to the front door of the RV. He let his brother do the knocking.
He’d seen her in town, but when she opened the door, it was as though he was seeing her for the first time. The electric shock that hit him in the gut identified her as his mate. He no longer had any doubts. Her blue eyes widened, telling him that she’d felt it, too.
Damn, but she’s even better looking than I remember.
She was dressed in jeans and a simple long-sleeve T-shirt with running shoes that had seen better days. But to him, she wouldn’t have been more beautiful if she’d worn a designer gown and had a diamond-encrusted tiara on her head. The sight of her took his breath away, and if Casey hadn’t hit him on the arm, he might have forgotten to breathe again. To his way of thinking, he would’ve died a happy man.
“Bro, snap out of it.”
He blinked and realized that Casey and Bonnie were staring at him as though he’d lost his mind. He pulled off his cowboy hat. Their mother had always told them to take off their hats in the presence of a lady. He nudged Casey to get him to do the same.
“I’m Joe Colter, and this is my brother Casey.”
Casey chuckled. “She already knows me, and I just introduced you. Pull yourself together, man.”
Her smile made that next to impossible. “Hi. I’m glad to meet you, Joe. And yes, Casey and I have, um, already met.”
Something passed between his brother and Bonnie. Damn it all, Casey touched her all right. He touched her big time.
Yet she wasn’t shying away from Casey, so he had to think that she’d liked the way his brother had touched her.
“We came by to see if we could take you to Milly’s for breakfast.” Joe slid his gaze past her. The boy hadn’t come forward, but leaned on the kitchen counter, his blue eyes that were so much like his mother’s nailed to Joe.
“Joe means the both of you, of course.” Casey lifted his hand to Harry. “Nice to see you again, Harry. Sorry about running you down last night.”
“You didn’t.” The boy’s tone was defiant as though Casey’s apology was a threat.
“Okay, well, how about it, Bonnie? Are you up for some eggs and bacon? Or maybe steak and eggs instead?”
Joe could tell she was about to say no when her stomach growled. He grinned and put his hat back on. “We’ll take that as a yes.”
She glanced at her son. “Wouldn’t you like to enjoy some good food, honey?” When her sullen son didn’t answer, she turned back to them. “I’m not a very good cook.”
“Then Milly’s it is,” answered Casey. She snatched up her purse and he offered her his hand and helped her down the steps.
The three of them were halfway to the pickup when they noticed that Harry hadn’t followed. “Harry, come on.” Bonnie’s voice was a mix of frustration and pleading.
“No. I’m staying.” Harry’s scowl deepened. “Who are these guys anyway?”
“They’re friends, honey. Or at least the
y could be.”
But Harry wasn’t giving in. “You’re ready to hop into a truck with two strangers. What the hell, Mom? That’s just plain stupid.”
Joe hated to admit it, but he did have a point. Bonnie taking off with two men, one she’d met under unusual circumstances and the other she’d met minutes before, wasn’t something most women would do. But then again, most women weren’t sensing the connection between them. Once that connection took hold, it was hard as hell to ignore. Harry, however, didn’t realize that. Joe had to wonder if the kid had ever heard about the bond between mates. That was a thing his father should’ve told him, but he got the impression that Harry’s father wasn’t anywhere around.
“Harry, please don’t act this way. We could use a good meal.”
But Bonnie’s pleading didn’t have an impact.
Casey pushed back his hat. “Look, kid, it’s not like we’re asking your mother to hop a plane to Vegas with us. It’s just breakfast. Stop being such a hard-ass.”
Joe saw Bonnie tense even as Casey made an “oh shit” face, realizing what he’d said.
Bonnie crossed her arms and went into protective-mother mode. “Don’t talk to my son like that. If that’s the way it’s going to be, then I think we’re better off staying here.”
Aw, shit. Did Casey just fuck everything up?
Chapter Five
Remorse flooded Casey’s face. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m not used to dealing with—”
Joe shot his brother a warning look. Don’t go there, bro.
“—teenage boys.”
Joe closed his eyes for a moment, grateful Casey hadn’t used another word to describe her son. He could think of a few choice words to use, but that was just because he didn’t have much experience with kids.
He touched her arm to comfort her and was struck with an overwhelming urge to crush his lips to hers. Instead, he drew in a steadying breath. “Let me try.”
He sauntered back to the RV and leaned against the doorframe. Harry hadn’t budged an inch. “Hey, Harry, give your mom a break, okay? Besides, what’s the harm in getting some grub? If you want, you can ride in the bed of the pickup.”
He’d guessed right. The boy was from the city and had never gotten to ride in the back of a pickup. No doubt it was illegal where they were from, but in the country, a lot of kids rode that way, uncaring that it wasn’t the safest thing to do.
Harry perked up. “Okay.”
“Great. Then let’s get a move on. Daylight’s burning.” He didn’t wait to see if the boy would follow, but he was glad when Harry came up beside him.
Casey helped Bonnie into the cab then slid in beside her on the passenger side. Joe waited until Harry settled into the back then eased behind the wheel. Her scent assaulted his nostrils, and he dragged in a slow breath. She smelled like flowers and honey mixed into one special aroma. If he never smelled her again, he’d remember her scent for the rest of his life.
“All right, then. Milly’s, here we come.” He pulled the pickup back onto the road.
* * * *
Going to Milly’s with Joe and Casey thrilled Bonnie. Ever since running into Casey last night, she’d wondered about him and the strange, overpowering sensation she’d gotten. And she’d dreamed about him, too. Strange, but the dreams had also included another man, one she’d had a difficult time seeing, but as soon as she met Joe, she knew it was him.
She would’ve thought seeing Casey again would have her pulling away from him out of embarrassment, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, seeing him again had made her want him all the more.
When the men had shown up at the RV and she’d opened the door, the same feeling had swept over her again, but even stronger, doubling with the two of them near her. What was it about them that had her insides turning to mush? For a moment, she’d almost flung herself at them, even with Harry standing behind her.
Talk about a disaster that would’ve been.
The strange sensation had grown stronger after she’d slid into the pickup. She’d settled into the feeling, letting it warm every inch of her. Although she didn’t understand it, at least not intellectually, she couldn’t deny its incredible tug on her body.
She craned her head around to see how Harry was doing in the bed of the truck. “Are you sure it’s safe for him to ride back there? Harry and I could follow behind you in my car.”
Casey took a look then faced forward again. “You’re a city girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but what’s that got to do with safety?”
“Casey means that country kids ride in the back of trucks all the time. It’s no big deal. Yes, it’s more dangerous than getting strapped into the seat of a minivan, but it’s also a lot more fun.”
“What if you have an accident and he gets thrown out?” Why had she let Harry ride back there, anyway? Had the feelings she had for the men addled her brain? “Maybe we should pull over and let him ride up here.”
Joe chuckled and the sound of his deep voice sent tantalizing chills through her. “Where would he sit? We’re pretty much crammed in here as it is. Besides, we’re already halfway to town, so there’s no point in turning around now.”
He was right, of course. They couldn’t fit another person onto the front seat comfortably. “I could take his place.”
“You?” Joe took a corner without using his blinker. “Naw, that’s not happening. Plus, I don’t think Harry would like having his mommy take his place.”
“If you’re really worried, I can ride back there.” Casey took her hand, adding to the sizzle already scorching her insides. “But again, he’s not going to like it. You’re going to make him feel like a little kid.”
“Don’t worry, Bonnie. Like I said, we’re not far from town.” Joe’s soulful brown eyes met hers. “Besides, he’s part werewolf, right?”
“Yes. So Casey told you about…last night?” The warmth of a blush inched up her neck and into her cheeks.
“He did. But the point I’m making is that even if he did get thrown from the truck—which is unlikely—he’s tougher than most kids because of his werewolf blood.” Joe glanced once at her then back at the road before glancing at her yet again.
Had he seen her blush?
Casey’s shoulder rubbed against hers as the truck bounced over a pothole. She glanced at Harry and saw that he was all right. “Okay, I’m going to trust you on this.”
Casey leaned closer. “Good. We won’t ever let you down.”
She almost laughed then caught herself. He’d meant what he’d said. “I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here.”
Casey twisted to face her. “It’s like I told you. You’re our mate.”
“I remember what you said, but I’m not sure I believe it. Wait. Our mate?”
Joe put his hand on her leg and, God help her, she never wanted him to take it off.
“Yeah. Both of ours.”
Both of them wanted her? She never would’ve thought that possible.
“But how can you know? We just met each other.” She shook her head, fighting to stay calm. Letting her desire for them overshadow reason was a dangerous mistake. One she’d already made once with Harry’s father.
Still, the excitement tingling her body couldn’t block out the wild thoughts racing around her mind. Could she really be their mate? And if she was, what would that mean not only for her, but for Harry?
“You know we’re both werewolves, right?”
“I knew Casey was from last night.” Her heart pounded. “I can’t believe I’m sitting between two werewolves. This is crazy.”
I can’t believe I’m their mate. Me? Does that mean they’ll change me into a werewolf?
Strangely, the idea didn’t frighten her. If anything, it exhilarated her.
“Why?” Joe sought her out again. “You’ve obviously known about werewolves for some time. At least since Harry’s first shift. But did you know before? Did you know Harry’s father was a werewolf?”
“W
e’re getting personal really fast, aren’t we?”
“More personal than you and Casey already got?” He winced when she cringed. “Sorry. That didn’t come out like I wanted it to.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He was right. Besides, what did she have to lose by telling them the truth? They could be the answer to her prayers for Harry. And maybe a few of her own.
“We tend to be blunt around here.” Joe took his hand off her leg and put it back on the steering wheel. “At least mates do. It’s the connection we have between us. It makes us feel like we’ve known you forever and can speak our minds.”
That was it. She felt like she’d known them all her life and could trust them with anything, including her son. Did that mean the connection they talked about was real? Was she really their mate? Yet if it wasn’t true, then how else could she explain what was happening between them?
“To answer your question, no, I didn’t know what he was.” She hated admitting it, but she had to own her mistakes. “I thought Harry’s father and I were in love, but by the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. Once he’d gotten what he’d wanted, he was gone. I found out I was pregnant a couple of months after that. Twelve years later, I saw my son shift for the first time.”
They rode together in silence for a minute or two, but it seemed like years to her. Did they think less of her?
“That’s sucks.” Casey’s jaw set. “I mean that the bastard ran off on you.”
“Yeah, well, it was my mistake, too. Still, I’ve never regretted having Harry.”
“Course not. He’s your kid.”
It wasn’t what Joe had said that made her fill with relief. It was the soothing way he’d said it.
“So Harry hasn’t got any man, any male werewolf, in his life?” Joe kept his eyes on the road, and she did the same. “Twelve’s kind of late to be shifting for the first time, but you never know with someone who isn’t full werewolf.”
“To answer your question? No. No man. Not really anyway.”
“That doesn’t sound like a complete no to me.”
