Tigers in Her Bed [The Tigers of Texas 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Em Ashcroft

  Above her, Sam went nuts. He slammed into her, his cock rooting deep, making itself part of her. Sharp, unbearable heat hit every part of her, invading her. She wasn’t sure where her orgasm ended or began. It just went on and on, burning her with the kind of heat she could bathe in forever.

  She arched up, begging him to continue, never to stop. His mouth dropped slightly open, and he gripped her hips, dragging her body into his with every thrust. Her breasts shook and quivered with the impact of his cock in her pussy, and juices poured from her, easing his way.

  When she glanced back at CJ, he was naked and gripping his cock as if his life depended on it. If he took a step, she could touch it.

  He took a step. It felt glorious, a cock in her hand, as big as the one tunneling inside her. CJ’s tawny gaze bored into her. Fiercely holding her, he shoved his hair back with an impatient sweep of his hand and then arched into her, urging her to work him. But she wanted him inside her.

  Finally, her orgasm subsided enough for her to ease into the rhythm, to join the dance and bring her body up against him when Sam thrust deep. Sweat was pouring off him again, his body gleaming with it. She wanted to lick it off, but she’d have to let go of CJ, and she didn’t want to do that.

  Another time. They had all night.

  Sam flung back his head and cried out, yelling fit to wake anybody in hearing distance. She screamed as his cock pulsed inside her, throbbing deep. If he’d left off the condom, she’d be soaking. A pang of sadness made her ache for it. He’d satisfied her completely, but she wanted more, like a baby bird, never satiated for long.

  Sam leaned over her, resting on his hands, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His hair gleamed red in the light from the lamp by the side of the sofa.

  “Get out of the fucking way.” CJ growled the words, barely discernible.

  Breathlessly, Sam laughed and bent to kiss her. She sucked his tongue.

  “You took me apart,” she said when he drew away.

  “Oh not yet. Not nearly yet.”

  That sounded like a promise.

  She had hardly time to reply before a sheathed CJ replaced Sam between her legs. He put his hands under them, lifting her ankles onto his shoulders, and brought his cock to her cunt. He didn’t need to guide it. It slid in, even though it was as big as Sam’s easily. She’d opened for him. Her ass was slick with her juices. He drove in deep.

  He felt different. Not bigger or thicker, but different. Smiling in welcome, she reached for him, but he was long past gentleness. He fucked her, pure and simple, hammered into her, every impact connecting with her clit, still standing hard and ready for attention. Inside, her body reacted, rising and readying, hardly prepared for the fucking he gave her.

  “Look at me,” he said in a hard-edged growl. “Fuck you, look at me!”

  With a strangled laugh, she met his eyes. They burned, flames flickering in their stormy depths. She lost all desire to laugh. The intensity of his gaze seared her, washed her out, and started her anew. He never stopped moving, driving hard into her, pummeling her into submission.

  Until she fought back. Arching her body, she met him thrust for thrust, and their fucking grew into a duel, a fight to see who could come first. He’d been so close to coming when he entered her that she felt sure she’d win, but he gritted his teeth and ploughed on, the muscles in his shoulders and arms tense with strain. A grin tightened his mouth.

  “Oh no, baby, you’re fucking coming.”

  As if he’d ordered it, she did, her climax rising tempestuously, higher until she couldn’t hold on any more.

  He won in the best possible way, urging her to a climax that ripped her open and rebuilt her into something else, something new. She became a new woman, reaching for something just out of her reach. She wouldn’t stop until she got it, whatever it was.

  Her inner passage clenched CJ’s cock as if she didn’t want to let it go. He gritted his teeth, but she saw the instant he gave way and came, his cum spurting into the rubber with such force she felt it bulge and nearly give way.

  Slowly, he let her legs slide down his arms until her heels rested on the sofa. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her, licking into her before finishing with a slow, sweet kiss.

  “God, that was hot!” Sam said. Picking up his discarded clothes, he headed for the door. For a moment, she thought he was walking out on a “Thank you and goodnight” gesture, but before he went out the door, he turned and grinned at them. “I’ll go pour a bath. My room, ten minutes.”

  CJ laughed. Rachel had never heard him sound so carefree before. “It’s a date, buddy.”

  Swinging off her, he got rid of the condom in the trashcan then came back, scooped her up, and sat, settling her on his lap. Their nakedness seemed natural. He cuddled her close and kissed her, soft and gentle.

  “You’re amazing, princess.”

  Rachel shook back her hair, now a complete mess. Never had she cared less. “You’re pretty amazing, too. I didn’t think I could do this.”

  He stroked her cheek. “Of course, if you try to do this with anybody except Sam and me, you’ll find us sniffing around. We might even tear them apart.”

  “You can’t feel possessive about me.”

  “Can’t I?”

  “We’ve only… We don’t have long.”

  “Let me tell you a secret.” He kissed her again before he spoke. “We only have now, and now lasts forever. Yesterday has gone. The future doesn’t exist. Live and love in the now. Capische?”

  She couldn’t imagine doing that. She had a planner crammed full until the end of the year. “That’s all very well, but we have to plan, don’t we?”

  “For certain things, yes. If we don’t want the horses to starve, we get food in advance. If we want to keep warm, we fill the oil tank. But apart from that, we don’t have to think too much. Not yet.”

  Ah. Live for the moment. She could do that, at least for this week. “Okay.”

  “C’mon, milady. Your bath awaits.”

  CJ wouldn’t let her walk but picked her up and carried her up the wide staircase in the hall to the second floor. He took her through a door into a masculine-style bedroom and across the polished wooden floor to a bathroom that astounded her.

  The whole of one wall seemed to be window. While the house had an exterior aspect of Old-West stability, inside they’d spared no expense in making this bathroom the most up-to-date it could be. The bath was half sunken into the floor, as big as two normal tubs. Sam already reclined there. Steam rose around them, scented with lime and orange. CJ bent and lowered her into the fragrant water. Sam took her from him and tucked her between his legs, her head against his chest. CJ climbed in after her and sat opposite, his arms spread on the polished edge.

  “Now that,” he said, “was pretty damn perfect.”

  Sam swept his hands over her body, rinsing the scent of sex from her. She missed it already. And she wanted to smell it again. The mingled odors of her and Sam and CJ had hit her like a sledgehammer, seeping into her, addicting her instantly.

  “That’s not the last time,” Sam murmured softly. “I can’t leave you alone.”

  “One thing’s for damn sure,” CJ added. “I won’t be able to hide this if anybody asks. Baby, I want to take care of you. It’s an urge, like you’re part of me.”

  Sam agreed. “We have a week to do this. It’s not nearly enough.”

  Rachel shook her head. “It’ll have to be. I have a job and a life. We can keep in touch.” She didn’t feel as steady as she sounded. Inside, her body screamed for more, but she had never allowed her body to rule her life, and she wouldn’t start now. “It’s not like we’re in the days when the West was cut off from the rest of the world.”

  “It was never that, not entirely,” CJ said. He should really be sitting there with his hat on and a smoking cigar in his fingers. Then he’d look exactly like a Western hero in the tub, except this tub was far too luxurious for an old-t
ime cowboy.

  She rested against Sam, enjoying the fuck out of the way he rinsed her, swishing the water over her. But when he slid his fingers between her legs, she flinched.

  “We’re going to have to take a lot of care of you. When was the last time you fucked a man?”

  He asked the question so casually she nearly missed it. She answered instantly. “Six months ago. Once, after a date. I shouldn’t have done it, but he got clingy, and I thought I should. You know.”

  “I don’t,” Sam said grimly. “You shouldn’t give yourself to just anybody.”

  “Only us,” CJ agreed. “From now on, baby, only us.” He reached out and picked up the soap, together with a fucking enormous sponge, and joined Sam in washing her.

  Rachel had never been washed so thoroughly in her life. They cleaned her from head to toe and back again. While Sam massaged apple-scented shampoo into her hair, CJ worked on her feet, rinsing them carefully before caressing her and pressing his thumbs into her pressure points with an expertise that made her groan.

  “You guys missed your calling. You should have opened a spa.”

  “A very private one with only one client,” Sam murmured, his breath hot on the rim of her ear. He picked up the hand shower and sent a warm spray over her hair. “I even have conditioner, but that’s about as far as we go. None of that goop they use in hair salons.”

  For a second, Rachel panicked. Without the goop, as they put it, her hair would frizz into an unmanageable cloud. Then she relaxed. This heat was so bad it wouldn’t keep any fucking style. She’d tie it back and wind it into a knot at the top of her head. At least it would be clean, and tomorrow she could get to the hotel and rescue what was left of the style. Didn’t the hotel have a hairdressing salon, if not a spa? It was a luxury hotel. Surely it would have one.

  She sat up, jolted by a single thought. “I’ll have to do the walk of shame tomorrow.”

  “They know you can’t get back. I called them,” CJ said. He hesitated. “Can I call them back and tell them to bring your stuff out here tomorrow?”

  “What?” Startled, she opened her eyes wide and glared at him. “I have a job. I can’t just drop everything.”

  “You can do it as well here.”

  “No.”

  CJ grinned lazily before he bent and sucked her toe into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, reducing her to a jelly before he released it. “Sure?”

  “Yes. Sure.”

  “Then we’ll have to come to you, won’t we?”

  Sam cupped her breasts. “That shouldn’t be a problem once we sort out the cars.”

  “Why did they both have issues?” she wondered.

  CJ winked at her. “I have no fucking idea, but I’ll find out in the morning. Probably something trivial.”

  Rachel gasped. “You mean you did it on purpose?”

  “Not exactly. But I did want to see you in my house. I wanted to give you a chance to fuck both of us. You wondered about breed partners, didn’t you? Even before we were willing?”

  “Last year. Not really.” She had to be honest. “I was a bit lost. I still missed you guys, and how the fuck could I do that? I knew you for a week, and you refused to look at me.”

  CJ’s gaze flicked up to where Sam was sitting behind her and then down at her face. “You were a customer. Baby, women come on to us all the time, so we found it easier to say no to everybody. Except in your case. I wanted to, so much. And I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either.”

  “Ditto,” Sam rumbled. “Now we have you, and I want to keep you. Deep inside, you fit.”

  She choked a laugh. “Are you kidding me? You could hardly get inside me.”

  “We’ve found our way now.” Sam stroked her, touching her pussy with a possession she didn’t remember from anybody before. “We can make love to you without hurting you. Tonight you rest. If we’re going to last the week, we have to make sure you’re cared for.”

  CJ spread his hands, palm up. “He’s right, though I wish he wasn’t. But don’t you go thinking this is the end of anything because we’re only just starting.”

  Chapter Six

  By the end of the evening, Rachel was ready to beg them to fuck her again. CJ dried her, and Sam tucked her into a big white T-shirt, explaining that if she stayed naked he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. Then they took her to Sam’s bed, and she climbed in with him. CJ disappeared again but reappeared ten minutes later with a tray of snacks and cold drinks. Rachel took a beer and clinked it with Sam’s before taking a deep, satisfying swig. She could do this. The bath had seen to her soreness, and she could go again in a heartbeat. She wanted to, so much so that she’d have done the dance of the seven veils if that would have persuaded the men to do her again. However much she teased and kissed them, they wouldn’t let her.

  When she took CJ’s cock in one hand and Sam’s in the other, she felt invincible. She owned them, and she told them so. “You’re mine, you hear?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Sam said, agreeing as politely with her as if they were in a schoolroom.

  “Ditto,” CJ added, but spoiled the effect with a broad grin.

  Sam tucked her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “One thing about getting closer. It means I can read your moods better. You’re tired, honey. So sleep, and let me hold you through the night.”

  She had to admit that she was tired, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Stifling a yawn against Sam’s shoulder, she murmured, “I’ll get you yet,” as she closed her eyes and drifted away.

  When she awoke, the sun was already out, but someone had drawn the drapes over the windows, so the light in the room was dim. She could make out Sam’s shape. He was lying next to her, his hand laid over her waist in a possessive gesture that thrilled her. On her other side, the bed was cold.

  Sam stirred and opened his eyes, smiling. “It’s early yet. We’ve got hours.”

  “Where’s CJ?”

  “Gone to his own bed. He don’t sleep with anyone else.” He leaned up on one elbow. “We don’t do this, share a woman. Never before, in fact. We’ve tried, but it didn’t work. Neither of us felt the urge. Does that surprise you?”

  “It shocks me. You acted as if you always worked together.”

  “Some work.” His teeth flashed in the gloom when he grinned. “All work should be that fucking amazing. No, honey, we both wanted you. Simple as that. CJ’s not a man easy with his words or his person. He likes to keep himself apart.” He paused, as if searching for the right words. “We’ve been happy going our own ways.”

  “Have you been together always?”

  “Nope. I’ve always lived here. My folks ran this part of the Goldclaw ranch before we took over. They’re in Florida now, enjoying their retirement. CJ came here from the city, looking for his own kind, and we hooked up.”

  “So you know when you’ve met your breed partner?”

  Sam grunted. “We did. It doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes it takes a woman to bring two breed partners together. We just knew. CJ moved in as if he’d always lived here, fit in like a foot in a boot.”

  “I’ve had some boots that didn’t like my feet.” But they were gorgeous, so she’d persevered until they’d cut her feet to ribbons.

  “I was the other boot. We went together. We didn’t need to test. There is some kind of test to find breedmates, but don’t ask me how it works because I don’t have a fucking clue. Now come here, honey, and go back to sleep. I want to hold you again.”

  Relentlessly he drew her back to him and pulled the sheet over them both. Rachel was only too glad to go. She snuggled into him. “I haven’t slept so well in years.”

  He tilted up her chin. “Really? Why is that?”

  “My apartment has thin walls, and my job keeps me worrying about stuff. And excited,” she added, although come to think of it, she couldn’t remember the last time the thought of work excited her. A year ago she’d gone in every day thrilled about the coming working hours. Som
ehow she’d lost that. When she got home, she’d have to work on getting it back. Surely it was because she was tired all the time.

  Sam tilted her head up and kissed her. What had begun as a sweet kiss of affection morphed into something else as soon as he slid his tongue into her mouth and groaned. As easy as that, she was hungry for him again. Why not, since she only had a week?

  Obviously he felt the same because he moved closer and cupped her breast with one hand. “I love these,” he muttered before he kissed her again.

  He pulled away, his hand still. “You’re bad for me. I swore we’d only sleep.”

  “I feel fine.” She took his hand and guided it lower, to where her pussy was already wet for him. “That bath worked.”

  “Shit, you feel good.” He pushed one finger through her crease then lifted the glistening digit, brought it to his mouth, and sucked. Rachel watched, her eyes widening, arousal tingling through her. He licked the finger clean then returned it and pushed it inside her, watching her attentively. “You’re right,” he murmured. “You’re fine.”

  “You can tell that by touching?”

  He shook his head slightly. “I saw it in your face, and I felt it. I’m more attuned to your moods than I am to anybody else’s. I don’t know how that works, but frankly, I don’t care.”

  Smiling, he rolled over her, his hard cock slipping between her thighs. Smiling, she raised her knees and pressed her feet against the bed. “This is a really comfortable bed.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” he said. “It’s improved a lot recently.”

  He guided his cock to her cunt and notched it at her opening. “Oh, honey,” he said against her lips, “you are fucking perfect.”

  That low voice melted her as much as his actions. He pushed inside her with one, deep thrust, closing his eyes, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face. He opened his eyes again. This close, she saw the flecks of lighter color that lit the blue. That was why his eyes seemed to glow sometimes. As far as Rachel was concerned, it was magical. She stared into them now, loving his power, the way he gave himself to their lovemaking.