Protecting Their Mate [Wolf Packs of Fate 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Good. Keep doing it.” Foster turned his drop-dead look toward the front of the truck. If there had been any other woman in the front seat, she would’ve gotten jealous.

  “So this is a waterfall most people don’t know about?” She had to make small-talk. If she didn’t, she’d start asking questions that held too much meaning. Did they still want her as theirs? What had they meant exactly? Could she count on them for the rest of her life? Or only for a short time until someone prettier and skinnier came along?

  “It’s on the outskirts of our property, which is why not many people know about it.”

  How many women have you taken there? Still, she stayed quiet, unsure she could handle the answer.

  The drive got bumpier when they turned onto a gravel road. Actually, it was more like a path barely wide enough to accommodate the pickup.

  “Betsy, you know you can trust us, don’t you?”

  She twisted to face Foster. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be in this truck right now.” She hadn’t really thought about it before, but it was true. She never would’ve gotten into a pickup with three men she barely knew before meeting them. Trusting them on an instinctual level was easy. So why didn’t she trust that they really cared for her?

  That’s different. Harder.

  Yet, if there were any men she could trust enough to believe they wanted her, it was Scott, Foster, and Billy.

  “Then tell us who called you the other day.”

  She sucked in a breath. Until he’d said the words, she’d managed to forget about her father’s call. At least while she was with them. “Why do you want to know?”

  “Because it was obvious the call upset you. We don’t want anyone treating you wrong.” The light coming through the trees slashed bright spots across Billy’s features. Amber danced in his eyes, but she figured it was from the light streaming in from the trees.

  “I’m all right. I trust you, so you need to trust me.”

  “Betsy, if you need help, you know you can come to us.”

  She met Billy’s gaze as he turned to look at her. “I know. Please, can we talk about something else?”

  A moment of silence passed before Foster answered. “No problem. Today’s about putting all your troubles aside. Besides, we’re almost there.”

  She cast her gaze out the window. The landscape was lush with the trees forming a green barrier. She could see only so far into the woods, but it didn’t make her feel claustrophobic. Instead, looking out into the wilderness, she felt an urge to be free. Free from her father. Free from the demands of the shop. Free to choose to do whatever she wanted.

  A flash of white caught her eye. She followed the sight and pointed. “Look at the pretty deer.”

  Foster leaned over her to see out the window. Her pulse picked up speed as the sizzle grew hotter. If she leaned forward a few inches, she could brush her lips along the dark stubble of his chin.

  “She has a unique mark. See? Not many of them have such a large patch of white on their backs. The white’s usually more like spots.”

  Betsy forced her attention away from the masculine lips and back out the window. Now that he’d pointed it out, she could see he was right. “It makes her even more beautiful.”

  He turned, leaning back as he did. For a moment, nothing else existed, not even his friends, as their eyes met. His gaze seemed to laugh at her, not in a taunting way but as though to silently say he understood how much she wanted him.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Couldn’t even do the one thing she wanted to do so badly she could taste it.

  Her breath came back in a whoosh when he sat back in his seat. Swallowing, she didn’t dare meet his gaze again.

  But why not? Why was she acting like a virginal schoolgirl? Her body ached for them as it had ached for them from the moment they’d left her. “Foster, I—”

  “There it is.”

  The moment was gone as she followed Billy’s direction and gazed out the front of the pickup. The sight before her was like something out of a fairy tale.

  The waterfall was held in the arms of the forest. Rock walls governed each side of the falls with green moss, bushes, and trees lining the way toward the blue sky above it. Water cascaded over several levels of rocks, some parts of it forming full blankets of white while other sections of the falls spread farther apart, giving glimpses of the moss-covered stones beneath the trail of water. Wider than it was tall, the waterfall fell into the calm pond below, sending mist flying in the air.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Yeah, we like to think so.”

  Scott chuckled at Billy. “You make it sound like we should take the credit. Like we made the falls. Like Mother Nature had nothing to do with it.”

  “Damn it. You know what I mean.”

  Foster hopped out of the pickup on his side and ran around to open her door. She’d never cared much if a man opened doors for her, but she had to admit it felt kind of nice. Being an independent woman didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy some of the perks of being a pampered woman. She took his hand and slipped out.

  “You’re more beautiful than any waterfall.” Billy slid his arm around her waist.

  She did as she always did whenever a man gave her a compliment. She tucked her head and smiled, but it felt as though they were talking about someone else.

  “You need to believe us when we tell you how amazing you are,” added Scott. He took her hand, pulling her along with him toward the water. “How about going for a swim?”

  “Did you bring your swimsuit? Because I didn’t.”

  He cupped her face and brought her lips to his. Before she could react, he turned her loose. “I want to get you wet.”

  She didn’t have any doubt that he wasn’t talking about getting her wet from the water. “I want you to get me wet. Is the water warm?”

  His soft smile was enough heat her up again. “Nope, but we’ll take the chill off.” He bent and picked her up and started carrying her to the water.

  She laughed and clung to him. “What about Billy and Foster?”

  “Who?” Stopping long enough to toe off his boots, he strode into the water and was soon up to his knees.

  “Hey, hold on. You’re going to get my clothes wet.”

  “So?”

  Glancing back at the truck, she lost her train of thought. Billy and Foster were shucking their clothes and tossing them into the bed of the pickup.

  What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Wet clothes.

  She pointed to the edge of the water. “Set me back on dry land.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not going to change your mind, are you?”

  “No.” There was no way she could stop now. Her body screamed to touch them, to have them put their fingers, cocks, and mouths all over her.

  “Fine. But hurry it up.” He waded back to the shoreline and put her on her feet. “Get undressed. Now, baby.”

  The word baby didn’t apply to her. Nor did honey or darlin’. Those were terms of endearment meant for other women. Women who’d never had to worry about finding their size in a store. Yet, that was what they’d called her, time and time again. Did she dare believe them? Maybe she deserved the sweet talk. Maybe she was as beautiful as they’d said.

  Scott tugged off his shirt, exposing his hard abdomen and roll after muscled roll. His brown pecs were dark even against his tanned skin. Dark hair traveled from his chest down over those mountainous rolls and then lower. His jeans dipped in front to give her a tempting preview of what lay under the denim.

  “Baby?”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “I’m not getting undressed for Billy and Foster, you know.” He thrust out his chin, indicating the fact that she hadn’t begun disrobing. “Want some help?”

  “No thanks.”

  She’d delay the gratification like holding out on raiding a box of chocolate, instead imagining its creamy goodness sliding over her tongue and coating the insides of her mouth until she c
ouldn’t stand to wait a second longer. Off came her shirt and bra as she watched his eyes take on a strange amber glow. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her panties over her curvy hips. They fell to her ankles, and without taking her attention off Scott, she kicked them to the side. She toed off her shoes and tossed them away.

  Foster and Billy drew closer, their glittering gazes locked on her. Amazingly, she wasn’t ashamed of her body. Before meeting them, she would never have gotten undressed in front of one man, let alone three men, in the broad light of day. Yet the way they looked at her, as though she were the most wondrous creature they’d ever seen, gave her a confidence that no diet, no perfectly fitting clothes could ever have done. She’d felt pretty at times in her life, but she’d never felt like this. She was, as they’d told her, beautiful.

  The realization overwhelmed her, but before they could see the tears burning her eyes, she turned and ran toward the pond. “Race you there!”

  She’d just felt the first chill of the water when she was swept off her feet. Foster kept moving, going faster than she’d have thought anyone could on dry land, much less in water up to his waist.

  “I hate to turn you loose, but”—his mischievous smile grew wider—“I can’t resist doing this.”

  She went flying through the air. Screaming, she landed with a splash in the water. Her body plunged into the chilly pond, shocking her system. The cold water shivered through her as she pushed her way to the surface. She sputtered and pushed her hair back then shouted as she paddled toward them. “Why, you lousy bum! I’m going to get—”

  She stared, her throat closing with lust, taking her voice to a whisper. “You.”

  Chapter Seven

  Betsy’s threat to get back at Foster for tossing her into the pond was gone as she watched Billy and Scott wade into the water. The three men, their toned, tanned bodies glistening with water droplets, came toward her like three huge human tanks ready to lay waste to her defenses.

  How could any three men, friends even, look so damn hot? She’d been to her fair share of ladies’ club to watch men undulate to the shouts of a crowd of women. She’d seen enough naked men not to be overly impressed with any man’s package. But she’d never seen anything like the cocks on these three men. Their hurried time in the woods had been layered in shadows obscuring her view of their cocks and giving her little time to study them. In the sunlight, their cocks were thicker, longer, vibrating with power. The men had not one ounce of flab on them. Their bodies were weapons of seduction, their eyes blazing heat that glowed with the sun’s radiance.

  “Oh wow,” she whispered.

  “You’re ours, darlin’.”

  “Ours,” echoed Billy.

  Scott didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Every sensual move of his body told her everything she needed to know. He wanted her, and he planned on having her.

  Speech no longer became desirable. Instead, she waited, a ready victim to whatever they’d do to her. She had no fear and no reservations. Her life and her body were safe in their hands.

  As they came toward her, the water rising higher, she could still see their bodies through the clear blue. Their cocks floated upward until they pointed straight at her. Their steel rods were ready to go on the attack, and she was their willing victim.

  Moving between his two friends, Scott slowly dropped below the surface. He swam toward her as the water lapped around Foster’s and Billy’s shoulders. They leaned forward and breaststroked toward her.

  The sunlight danced on the surface, making bright, sparkling spots, but it was their dark forms slicing through the water that held her spellbound. Yet, when they came to her, she was startled, the anticipation of their touch too intense to stop.

  How could her skin still sizzle when wet? How could their touches bring a flash of heat in the chill around her?

  They surrounded her like dolphins surrounding a drowning sailor. Ripples spread outward in a circle as she treaded water. Then, suddenly, hands gripped her legs, scaring her into thinking she would get pulled under. Instead, she was thrust upward, her breasts breaking out of the water and into the sun as Foster swam between her legs then rested the back of her knees on his shoulders.

  His mouth against her pussy had her screaming out loud. Water splashed as Billy and Scott came up from beneath her. Billy took hold of her breasts and put his mouth to her nipple. Scott slid behind her and fondled her butt cheeks.

  “You’re nice and juicy, I’ll bet.” Scott nibbled on her shoulder.

  “How can he stay under so long? Oh!” Foster’s tongue whipped around her clit then over the top of it. He pushed his fingers into her sheath and moved them back and forth, skipping over the spongy tissue just long enough to send her pulse racing but not enough time to set her growing orgasm free. Her body was suspended in the water, yet she felt as though she were flying.

  “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got major lung capacity.” Scott’s chuckle warmed her flesh, even as the water around them grew less chilly.

  Billy nipped at her tit, tugging and sucking then biting again. Sharp delights of pain traveled into her breast from her nipple then went on to join the surge of lust pummeling her body. As much as he tortured her nipple with his teeth, his thumb massaged her other tit, pressing hard enough to both thrill and hurt her. Every so often, he would rise above the water, shoot her a grin, and then slide back under.

  “Time to switch, baby.” Scott’s hands skimmed along her back and over her ass, where he stopped long enough in his descent to bite her right butt cheek. He and Foster changed places.

  She heard the water splash as Foster came up. His chest pressed against her back, pushing her harder against Billy.

  “Get loosened up for me, darlin’.”

  She was about to ask what he meant when she felt his fingers drive into her butthole. Thanks to Scott supporting her as Foster had done, she stayed afloat. If not, she would’ve forgotten to tread water and would’ve slid beneath the surface of the blue pool.

  As in her dreams, their hands, their mouths, their teeth caressed her body. The hardness of their forms caught her between them as they pressed closer, demanding full control. Scott sucked and nibbled, his tongue slipping from her clit down to her pussy. Somehow, he could drink her pussy juices without taking in water. How else could he eat her so ravenously? He proved that he could hold his breath for as long as Foster had.

  Billy lifted his silver gaze to hers. “You belong to us. Say it.”

  She frowned, the command sounding far too much like a demand instead of a request. Yet, wasn’t it the truth? “I belong to you. All of you.”

  “Good. Let’s show you the best part of the waterfall.”

  Shoving and kicking at his friends, he took her by the arm and pulled her away. “Swim after me.”

  She wasn’t a great swimmer. Even if she had been, she would’ve found it difficult to stay up with him. His powerful arms broke the surface, rising and falling as he swam straight for the falls. When he turned around, she was yards behind him. Foster and Scott swam past her with ease.

  “Come on, darlin’.”

  Scott rolled over and swam on his back, his arms keeping a steady rhythm, his legs kicking up and down as he sliced through the water. “You can do it. Keep swimming. Go on.”

  Billy looked back once, the water beating against his head and running down his face as he backed under the spray. Suddenly, he disappeared behind the white wall of water. Foster and Scott stayed in front of the falls and waited for her as drops of water floated in the air around them. When she was less than six feet from them, they slowly sank beneath the water and were gone.

  “Wait.” She stopped, treading water as she searched the waterfall. Where had they gone?

  A second later, she fought for air as she was pulled down. Panic seized her, but then there was Scott in front of her. He smiled and then snagged her around the back of the neck and thrust his mouth against hers.

  She couldn’t breathe, but
she didn’t care. The panic was gone as long as she was in his arms. She closed her eyes and held on to him.

  She needn’t have worried. Air struck her as flashes of light played over her eyelids.

  “It’s okay now, honey. Open your eyes.”

  They lifted her out of the water and placed her on top of a large slab of stone. The waterfall played in front of her, to the sides, and overhead. The curtains of water enclosed them in a secluded hideaway. A small dark hole rested in the wall of stone behind her.

  “Where are we?”

  “This place is our secret,” answered Foster.

  “What’s inside there?”

  “Go and see for yourself.” Scott motioned toward the hole.

  She couldn’t stand up. If she did, the waterfall would knock her back into the pond. Instead, she crawled toward the opening. A finger tickled her bottom. “Stop that.” Yet she couldn’t hold back a giggle.

  “Sorry, but how could I resist?” asked Scott.

  She had to go only a few feet before the entrance opened up into a large cave. Candles flickered against the dark walls, and a bed made from several blankets rested in the center of the space.

  “What is this?” As if she didn’t know. She couldn’t keep the rush of emotion filling her tone.

  “It’s our way of asking you to be ours forever.” Foster took her hand and bent to get on the blanket.

  She sat down next to him and watched, loving the way their bodies moved, as Billy and Scott took places on the blanket-bed. A few days ago, she would’ve never dreamed of swimming in a beautiful pond and staying naked for so long. Yet now, everything she did with the men felt right. As though she’d been born to live these moments.

  “Forever’s a really long time.” She’d give them a way out, pretending she knew they didn’t mean what they’d said. That she realized their way of speaking was a part of their time together. That, once they returned to Fate, they’d know she wouldn’t expect a commitment and would give them their freedom.