by Jane Jamison
She licked her lips and heard him groan. As she crossed her arms to tug her T-shirt above her head, Samuel and Myler moved closer yet stayed behind their brother. She lost sight of them as she lifted her shirt.
Surprise hit her as Tonk took her jeans and yanked them down her legs. She grabbed hold of the dashboard and the back of the seat to steady herself? With her shirt off, she gaped at him as her shoes went flying along with her jeans. The warmth emanating from his muscled torso hit her nakedness, only the narrow strip of her panties covering her skin.
“You’re ours, Jules. Ours to do with as we want.”
Her first impulse was to disagree, to tell Tonks he couldn’t order her around. Then, from somewhere deep inside her, she felt the true answer rise to the surface. “Yes,” she whispered.
His grin was wickedly evil. Yet she didn’t have long to think about it. He shoved her legs apart and put his face to her pussy.
Stunned, she sucked in a hard breath and gripped the leather seat. His tongue lashed at her. His teeth nipped at her clit. She cried out, her attention focused on his brothers as they watched Tonk drink her wetness, slicking his tongue along her pussy, diving in for a moment, only to re-emerge and flick his tongue along her clit. Quickly, they shed their clothing never once taking their attention off her. Tremors raked through her as an orgasm tore her apart. She fell back, her gaze now on the ceiling of the truck, her body no longer under control.
When Tonk turned her loose, she thought she’d die from embarrassment. Yet when she sat up, the desire she saw on all three of the men’s faces thrust any idea of embarrassment away. They wanted her, yet she saw another emotion in their lidded eyes.
Part of her recognized it and declared what it was.
The other part of her, the rational part of her, wouldn’t accept it.
How could they love her? They’d just met.
She didn’t have long to contemplate the answer before Samuel shoved Tonk away and grabbed her by the legs. A squeal broke from her as he brought her against his naked body. When had he gotten undressed? But it didn’t matter. She locked her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders, but it was he who kept her upright.
The breath she’d sucked in was forced out of her when he shoved his cock inside her. He was so huge, so thick, she was sure he’d tear her apart. And yet, she wouldn’t have told him to stop.
She did her best to ride him, to hang on, but every thrust forced her body backward. He shoved her back against the side of the pickup. The steel, still warm from the setting sun and the engine, was no match for the heat burning her. She cried out again and again as Samuel pummeled her. His black hair brushed over his shoulders then tickled her breasts as he bent to take a nipple in his mouth.
Was this what she’d hoped for? Had she dared to dream that they’d take her?
She let her hands slide lower, her fingers delighting in the feel of his broad shoulders. She searched farther, discovering the hard yet smooth skin of his ribs. She only wished she could’ve gotten her hands lower to fondle his butt cheeks as he rammed his cock inside her.
Another climax, promising to be greater than the last one, swelled. She cried out, this time as much in rejoicing as in need, and tightened her legs around her. Samuel paused then clutched a hunk of her hair, forcing her to look at him.
“Ours. Say it, damn it. Say you’re ours.”
She knew it had to be pretend, a white lie to make their union sweeter, yet when she said the word, sincerity was in her voice. “I’m yours.”
He groaned, and as though her acknowledgement had been the impetus to his release, he shoved his cock into her again, stilled, then groaned again. Hot seed filled her, and uncaring of what it might mean, she tightened the walls of her pussy to capture it.
The world had changed, explained only by the closeness of the men. She inhaled, taking in their scents. It was as though the entire world was filled with their essence. She clung to Samuel, never wanting to let him go.
When he abruptly set her on the ground, it stunned her. She didn’t have time to drag in another breath, though, when Myler grabbed her by the arm and twisted her around. With her palms against the side of the truck, her cheek pressed to the metal, she felt more like a prisoner than a woman desired.
At least until Myler put his mouth to her ear. The strange aroma of his breath, a fragrance that was all addicting, wafted over her skin.
“Run.”
“What?”
He turned her free. She hesitated before pushing away from the pickup.
“Run.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Run now.” He jerked his head to the side, toward their house. A sly smile broadened his mouth. “Let’s play a little cat and mouse.”
“You want to play? But what about my clothes?”
He skimmed his gaze along her body, up and down. “You’re perfect the way you are.” Amber flecks brightened his eyes. “We’ll give you a head start. Better get moving, darlin’.”
He had to be kidding. He wanted to play chase? Now? The last thing she felt like doing was running from these men. Yet, judging by the excitement in their eyes, Samuel and Tonk were up for the game, too.
Samuel leaned closer, his expression wicked and sinfully sexy. “Go,” he whispered.
She took off running for the house and hoped the front door was unlocked. As soon as she grabbed hold of the door, she flung it open and dashed inside. Laughter rang out behind her.
What was she supposed to do? Hide? She glanced around, fervently hoping to see any place that might make a great hiding place. Her gaze landed on the kitchen and the huge door on the far end. The door led either to a basement or a very large pantry. She hurried toward the kitchen. Just as she opened the door and realized it was a walk-in pantry, she heard the men’s leisurely footsteps as they strode into the house.
They were in no hurry. And why should they be when she had nowhere to go?
“Hey, sugar? Jules, where’d you go?” asked Tonk, humor in his tone.
“Meow, baby,” said Samuel. “The cats are out on the prowl.”
Cats? A sizzle of fear mixed with delight zipped through her. Were they only pretending? Or were they more than she’d thought they were?
What if they’re shifters? Cat shifters?
The idea was ridiculous, even in Lonesome, Texas. And yet, she thrilled at the idea that maybe, just maybe, they were. But what kind of shifter were they?
Cats. Samuel said cats.
Please don’t let them be cats.
She pushed down the fear and tried to breathe shallowly so they wouldn’t hear her.
If they’re really shifters, they’ll hear me.
The pantry door inched open, slowly, as though to give her time to prepare. Or was it time to be frightened? Yet, she didn’t fear them. Not really. Not when she gave any thought to the idea. And not even when she was the mouse in their game.
Tonk stood in front of his brothers. “Look what I found.”
Don’t let your silly fears get in the way.
She bit her lower lip then dropped her gaze to his erect cock. Did they still want her to run? Instead, she decided to make a bold move. Lifting her gaze to his, she wrapped her hand around his cock. “Give it to me.”
Samuel and Myler let out similar laughs. Still, she kept her attention on Tonk. “Now.”
Tonk narrowed his eyes. He cupped the back of her neck. “Are you telling me what to do? Or are you asking?”
She flicked her tongue over her lip and lost her nerve. “Both?”
He chuckled. “Either way’s fine with me.”
As she lifted her head, offering her mouth to him, he surprised her by turning her around.
“Hands on the low shelf,” he ordered.
Her heart picked up speed. She bent low and presented her butt to him.
“Nah, sugar. Bend lower.”
She did and spread her legs as he moved his hands between them. One finger on her c
lit had her bolting, another climax eager and ready to come to its head. She looked at him. “Is this good?”
He answered by putting his cock where his hand had been. She let out a small cry and tried to bend even lower. Her pussy screamed with his entry, a welcoming shout. Taking hold of her hips, he plunged into her again and again. If she hadn’t held on to the shelf, she would’ve been knocked forward into the shelf.
Her body flamed with desire, loving every stroke of his cock. Harder and harder he plunged into her. Her pants matched his as her nostrils once more filled with his unique aroma.
“You’re a sweet piece of flesh,” he murmured.
“She’s more. She’s our mate.”
She tried to see Samuel but couldn’t see past Tonk’s bulk. What had Samuel meant by calling her mate? Were they shifters? Was she being taken by three shifters?
But questions were fleeting as he rocked against her, the front of his strong legs striking the softness of her legs. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she closed her eyes to savor his large cock inside her. Heat filled the pantry, and perspiration dotted her skin.
The climax that had come on so quickly grew and grew until she could bear it no longer. With a sound that was part cry and part whine, she gave into her release, her clit throbbing, her pussy weeping.
Tonk slammed into her again and set his seed free. One last slide into her and he groaned then stilled.
Her legs were weak when he helped her straighten up then moved away. Yet she had no time to think as Myler took her hand and brought her out of the pantry. He caressed her cheek. “Time to get moving again.”
“Again?” How did they expect her to run when she could barely stand?
He nibbled her shoulder and cupped a breast. “The game’s not over yet, darlin’.” Kissing her cheek, he gave her a small push out of the pantry.
She looked to Samuel and Tonk. They weren’t ready to call the game off, either.
Fine. If they want to keep playing, I’ll keep playing.
She turned left then stumbled. Thankfully, Samuel caught her and kept her upright. “If you’re not up for any more, just say so.”
“Shut the fuck up, man.” Myler slid his arm around her waist. “I haven’t enjoyed her yet.” He paused then added, “But if you can’t…”
“I can handle anything you can dish out.” It was a lie, and all of them knew it. Still, she wasn’t about to give up. She wanted her time with Myler.
“She’s a feisty one, that’s for sure.”
“Feisty?” She shot Myler a saucy look. “You mean like this?” Flattening her palms against his chest, she shoved him as hard as she could. Which, as it turned out, only managed to make him take a step backward. But it was enough. She ran.
Once back in the living room, she darted for the stairs. Renewed energy, born of desire to have Myler, set her flying up the steps. But she was still no match for the men. One second she heard them behind her, and in the next, she was lifted off her feet. She let out a yelp then yet another cry when Myler set her down on the stair railing.
Fearfully, she clutched his arms. “Don’t you dare let me fall.”
“Not a chance.” He took her wrists and put her hands behind his neck. “But you’d better hang on. I wouldn’t want to accidentally push you over.”
Her eyes widened as she imagined falling backward. Gripping him hard, she pushed her body toward him.
His cock slid easily into her sex-dampened pussy. The length and width of him was so amazing that she forgot about the danger. Clamping her pussy over him, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“If she falls, brother, she’s going to take you with her,” joked Tonk.
Myler, however, was lost to them. His eyes blazed with bits of amber even as they clouded over with lust. He plunged into her, his grunts soft against her ear.
Their bodies were soaked with sweat, making sweet slapping sounds each time they came together. Her butt cheeks rubbed against the polished wood, slipping back toward the edge then forward again to safety.
She bit at his neck and hung on. Her body was alive, a needy creature determined to feed its insatiable hunger. She mewled as her legs trembled with weakness, but she wouldn’t let go. Not until the climax inside her rose to its final ascent.
Three men. Three climaxes.
It’s impossible, but true.
With her mouth pressed against his flesh, she smiled a small, satisfied smile. She closed her eyes as the climax burst free, shuddering through her.
“Look at me.” Myler’s voice was guttural, animal-like.
She obeyed him and opened her eyes.
“Don’t look away,” he ordered.
She didn’t answer except to keep her gaze on his.
He exploded, his hot seed burning into her pussy, his eyes widening then filling with the amber color. One last plunge was joined with a groan until, at last, he was the one to close his eyes. He pulled her closer, taking her with him to sit on his lap.
Samuel and Tonk sat on the lower steps, each with their attention fixed on them. She swallowed hard.
“So who won?”
“What?” Myler’s eyes were still clouded over with desire.
“Who won? The cats or the mouse?” She’d rather have said dogs, but for some reason, the word dog didn’t fit them.
Samuel chuckled. “I’d say it was a draw.”
“Uh-uh,” added Tonk. “I’d say we all won.”
He was right. For a moment, she wanted to ask them if they were shifters. Yet something held her back. Was it fear of what they could be? Or fear of disappointment if they weren’t? She’d seen the boy change into an animal. Shifters were real.
Yet instead of asking them straight out, she laid her head against Myler’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Do something for me, okay?”
“Anything you want, darlin’.”
She toyed with the dark hair on his chest. “Snarl for me.”
He jerked back a little. “What’d you say?”
“Snarl for me.”
“Why?”
She met his gaze. “Just do it, okay?”
He glanced at his brothers then shrugged. His snarl was deep and low, but it sounded like it came from a man. Not from an animal.
“Satisfied?”
No. “Yes. I was just kidding around.”
But was she? Even she wasn’t certain.
Chapter Four
Julia couldn’t hold back a laugh, not even when Samuel gave her a hard look. She held up her hands, silently pleading for his understanding. “Hey, don’t go blaming me. Rhinestone knows a sexy butt when she sees one.”
Rhinestone, the beautiful bay filly, just one of the many wonderful horses on the ranch, bobbed her head up and down as though agreeing with Julia. The horse had taken a not-so-gentle nip at Samuel’s butt when he’d dared to put his back to the animal. She suspected he might have done it on purpose, tempting the horse, and had expected to jump away before getting nipped.
Samuel rubbed his bottom and twisted around to inspect any damage done to either his jeans or, worse, his butt cheek. Thankfully, the horse hadn’t torn either material or flesh. “Damn it. That’s the last time I trust you.” He pointed at the horse then at Julia. “Either one of you.”
“What’d I do?”
“You could’ve warned me.”
She let out a quick yelp when Myler snuck up behind her, wrapped his strong arms around her, then lifted her off her feet. He swung her around like a father would do a small child and, damn, if she didn’t enjoy it. These men could lift her off her feet anytime. After all, hadn’t they already swept her off her feet?
Laughing, she found herself turned around and facing his dark eyes. Eyes that were flecked, as they so often were, with bits of amber. “Tell me about your eyes.” She looked to Samuel then to Tonk, who had just sauntered into the barn. He took the horse he was leading into a stall.
Myler wiggled his eyebrows. “Other than being devilis
hly mesmerizing like the rest of me, there’s not much to tell. I have twenty/twenty vision and very long eyelashes.” He batted his eyes.
He was playing with her, trying to distract her. She’d asked the same question many times before but had yet to get an answer. The men were incredibly adept at distracting her. Not that she minded. The distraction was always pleasant and often ended up in a foursome.
She giggled, but she was determined to get an answer this time. “Stop trying to throw me off. You know what I’m talking about. All three of you get these little sparks of amber in your eyes.”
“Well, we are brothers. I guess it’s a family trait.”
“Bullshit.” She turned to question Samuel and Tonk, but they’d distanced themselves from her. That was always a bad sign. Should she come right out and ask them if they were shifters? No matter how many times they tried to explain away the boy transforming, she knew the truth, and it grew stronger every day.
Shifters are real.
Even now, she found it difficult to believe, but what other explanation was there? Lonesome, Texas, wasn’t a town filled with extraordinary magicians. No trick was that good. No matter how much the men tried to convince her it was. “You’re going to tell me the truth one of these days. You know you will.”
“Darlin’, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She arched an eyebrow, letting Myler know he was full of shit. But for now, her questions would have to wait. TJ wanted to meet up in town. “Fine. But I need you to take me back into town today.”
Samuel and Tonk strode over, their expressions serious. Myler took her by the hands. “Why? Don’t you like staying at the ranch?”
The disappointment on their faces was enough to sting her eyes with unshed tears. “You know I do. But I came to the festival with TJ. Don’t you think I should spend a little time with her?”
“No,” answered all three men at once.
She grinned, loving their answer and wishing she could stay. “Oh, come on. Don’t be that way. I just want to drop into town for a while and catch up. You know. To make sure she’s all right.”
“She’s fine. She’s with the Rogen brothers,” answered Tonk. “They’ll take good care of her.”
