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

by Em Ashcroft

  If she didn’t depend on her for her living, she’d move away. And before she agreed to anything approaching a date, she’d want an explanation from him.

  Once she would have welcomed it. Mason was handsome, wealthy, and he loved the city. Perfect for her. How deceiving appearances could be! Because it was the country boys she yearned for, tigers or not.

  She’d just have to make the most of them. That was all.

  Chapter Ten

  It seemed to take forever for the shoot to wrap up. Rachel was hopping from one foot to the other by the time they’d done. But eventually, after showers, meals, and other things, they were done. Mason took charge of the photographs and warned everybody to keep the shoot private.

  “Don’t mention the tigers to anyone, understand? This is an exclusive. Nobody has photographed before and after photos of shape-shifting tigers. I don’t suppose anybody got pictures of them actually shifting?”

  Rachel went cold. Had he ordered that? The guys had made it obvious they didn’t want anyone to see that part.

  “Don’t push your luck,” she said to Mason, but his only response was a triumphant grin.

  Gary shook his head. “They must have done it well inside the cabin, maybe in the shower.”

  “They were huge,” one of Susie’s assistants said, her eyes as wide as saucers.

  “Beautiful,” Kevin murmured. He swallowed. “You never know when you’re close to one, do you?”

  “Nope,” Gary said. “They’re not the first shape-shifters I’ve met.” He waggled his brows. “But that would be telling.”

  “Are there gay shape-shifters?” Kevin asked Gary.

  Gary grinned. “Of course.”

  He looked very pleased with himself, but Rachel thought he was bluffing. Not about the gay part—Gary was openly and happily gay—but about the shape-shifter part. No way had Gary fucked or been fucked by shifters. He’d never have stopped talking about it.

  Rachel closed her mouth and kept it shut, afraid of what might come out of it if she allowed herself to speak.

  Then Susie asked her, “Did you go to bed with them, Rachel?”

  What could she say? She forced a smile, but the edges of her mouth twitched a little. “Yes,” she said eventually. “I did, and it was fantastic. They’re gentlemen, Susie—”

  “C’mon, what were they like? Spill!” Now dressed in jeans and a simple lavender T-shirt and managing to make the garments seem like high fashion, Susie sat at her table. “I was hoping you’d say they were beasts in bed. Animals.”

  Rachel swallowed. She’d always been reticent about her activities in the bedroom, but surely a little information wouldn’t go amiss?

  “Did they shape-shift for you?” Susie asked.

  “No. I didn’t ask. I don’t think they like doing it as a party trick. It’s what they are.”

  “As is threesomes. Foursomes sometimes.”

  “Not with us,” a voice from the door said.

  Rachel whipped her head around as Sam came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Our secret’s out, I see.”

  “Not much of a secret.” Susie crossed her long legs and leaned back in her chair to gaze up at him. “We all guessed when you didn’t come back to the hotel.”

  Hands plunged into pockets.

  “So one or both?” Dana said.

  “Both.” CJ sauntered in to stand at her other side. Well, this was one way of breaking the news. It was as good as any.

  Hands came out of pockets. Money changed hands. Rachel’s heart sank. “You had a pool?”

  Kevin gave her a shit-eating grin. “What did you expect? We saw how you looked at them the minute you arrived.”

  Rachel clamped her mouth shut, but her guys burst into gales of laughter.

  “Yes we did, and we have every intention of doing it again,” Sam said, wiping his eyes. “You guys are human after all.”

  Susie waved a fifty triumphantly. “Got it covered.”

  CJ made a snatch for the note, but Susie held it out of reach. CJ could have reached that if he’d wanted to, but instead, he retreated. He touched Rachel’s arm. “There’s no need to hide, baby.”

  It was the first time he’d given her an endearment in public, and it sounded good. Her body warmed with the outward affection. In the world she moved in, sex was an easy-come, easy-go affair, but she’d never felt comfortable announcing her prowess in public like many did. Blow-by-blow wasn’t her scene. Even sharing with the guys made her wonder if it was really her doing this, if she could really enjoy one watching the other fuck her so much.

  “Tonight,” Sam said, “we have a special event planned, so you guys can fuck off.”

  Susie pouted. “You don’t want to give us a show? Now that would be something for Gary to sell online! Imagine the money we’d get!”

  Sam’s hand tightened on Rachel’s shoulder, but Susie continued before he could say anything.

  “Nobody knows how you do it or if you shift during sex. I’ve read all kinds of things about you. Some of it’s obviously made up, but others?” She tapped her chin. “I’m not so sure. So tell us, guys, hmm?”

  Sam spoke quietly. “No way.” His hand quivered for a moment then was still. “Is that how you get your kicks?”

  Susie leaned back and pouted. “Spoilsport.” Then she glanced around. “Is the queen of mean leaving today?”

  “Yep.”

  Nobody needed to be told who she meant. Thank God Bianca wasn’t in earshot, but she’d decided to commandeer the second cabin until everyone was ready to leave. She wouldn’t stay and watch Susie’s triumph.

  “Then we party tonight, boys. In my suite after dinner. Deal?”

  The group agreed enthusiastically, and talk moved to other topics. Mainly how fantastic Susie was, a topic Rachel suspected the woman would never tire of. If she looked like that, she’d probably feel the same.

  Sam and CJ drew up chairs to sit on either side of her and chatted amicably until the minibuses arrived, together with a limousine meant to take Bianca to the airport. The older model appeared at the top of the cabin steps, a vision in black pants and top, sleek and unmistakably designer. It looked like Donna Karan to Rachel, but what did she know? She’d spent only years studying the subject, after all. A woman stepped out of the limo, and with a choked cry, Bianca headed for her and gave her a hug, the first time Rachel had ever seen any affection from the model.

  “Her assistant,” Susie murmured. “Just in time.”

  Bianca didn’t stop by to say thanks to Rachel nor to say goodbye to the crew. She dragged her assistant into the limo with her and started talking volubly. Rachel watched the car pull away and sighed deeply in relief. It felt as if a great weight had lifted off her chest. She even heaved a great sigh.

  “Like that, hmm?” Susie said with a knowing smile. “You try working with her. I’m close to telling my agency I won’t work with her again, but I’m thinking she doesn’t need any help burying herself. There’s always somebody younger and hotter coming up behind, you know?”

  Rachel knew, and it was some consolation. She might never achieve her childhood dream of being a model, but now that she’d seen the business a lot closer, she was gladder with every passing day. The bitchiness, backstabbing, and volatility were bad enough, but the other factors had definitely put her off.

  “I take it you’re staying?” Mason demanded, tight-lipped.

  Rachel nodded and watched the others file out and on to the buses. “Susie’s going to make the most of this,” she murmured as the first bus pulled away.

  “I thought she was okay,” CJ said.

  Rachel gave an indulgent smile. The innocence of men passed her understanding sometimes. “She’s as bad as Bianca, in her way. She wants to get to the top, badly, and she’s nearly there. She riles Bianca. Everybody knows Bianca has a temper, so Susie goes the other way. She plays nice, gets people on her side. But she’s just as demanding. She just lets other people do it for her. She employs
the toughest bookers and agents, the ones who will play hardball on her behalf.”

  “Clever,” Sam said. “I guess she has to look out for herself.”

  “She does.” Rachel didn’t dislike Susie exactly. In some ways, she admired her. “It’s a vicious world. All beauty on the outside, but you should see what the models have to do to get that way. I don’t know if I could spend all day like they do when they’re working.”

  “Even for their money?”

  Rachel laughed. “There’s not much chance of that, is there? I’m too short and too fat.”

  “Curvy, I’d call it.” CJ stroked her waist, so gently she wouldn’t have felt it if she wasn’t so attuned to him. “You’re gorgeous, baby. Never think you’re anything less than perfect.”

  Sam cut off her snort with a kiss as he turned her head toward him. She didn’t see the second bus leave.

  After CJ had claimed his kiss, the men took one hand each and led her back out of the lodge. They didn’t go toward the house but in the other direction, toward the cabins. Although the sun was setting, the heat was still stifling, but Rachel didn’t feel it as much as she had when she was first here. She must be acclimatizing.

  “There,” said CJ. “This is the cabin you used when you were here last year, isn’t it?”

  “You looked it up?” she said, touched by his thought.

  “Nope. Didn’t have to.” He tugged her up the wooden steps over the porch and into the cabin. “I’d pass by several times in the night.”

  “You should have come in.”

  He growled low. “If I’d known the welcome I’d find, I would have.”

  “Yes.” She’d had a great time here. Not as great as she’d had this year, though. The bed was only a double, plenty big enough for her, and the refrigerator had held welcome cold drinks but little else. She’d eaten in the lodge with the others.

  It looked the same as it had last year, except the bed had a new throw, and the team had left a few things here. A camera lay on a table—an expensive one by the look of it—and the lingerie that Susie had worn was tossed carelessly across a chair. That should be collected up and put with the rest of the clothes. Otherwise, Mason would have a fit.

  Sam crossed the rough plank floor and opened the refrigerator. He drew out a bottle of champagne, condensation beading on the outside. He pulled down three glasses from the quaintly painted cupboard above, the folk art in stark contrast to the thick, green bottle with its orange label.

  “Imported champagne?”

  “Only the best for our…girl,” CJ said.

  Rachel wondered why the hesitation. Sam uncorked the bottle with an expert twist, spilling none of the liquid inside, and poured three generous glassfuls. He brought them over to where CJ had seated Rachel on the bed.

  “To us,” he said, clinking the glasses.

  They repeated the toast and drank. Rachel closed her eyes and tipped her head back, letting the cool wine trickle down her throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  “Yeah.” CJ turned his glass and pressed it against his forehead. “It steamed today. It’ll start cooling down soon.”

  “You sure?” Sam chuckled. “The funny thing is, when I’m tiger, I don’t feel the heat so much, even though I’ve got a fur coat on.”

  CJ grinned. “I never thought of it that way.”

  “Your coats are amazing.” Rachel swallowed more champagne.

  “We wanted you to see us like that. And we guessed if we told your boss you’d persuaded us to do it, it’d do you some good. Were we right?”

  A smile broke out, and she nodded to Sam. “That’s right. It was so good of you.”

  “Good, my ass,” CJ said. “You deserve every bit of luck coming your way.” He put down his empty glass. “Are you hungry?”

  She shook her head, biting her bottom lip. “Only for you.”

  A broad smile spread over CJ’s rugged features. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Curving his arms around her, he drew her back to lean against the bed. Sam took her glass and put it down before lying on her other side. They kissed like teenagers, enthusiastically and with increasing passion, leaving the kid way behind as CJ pulled her T-shirt over her head and Sam unsnapped her bra.

  They had her topless in seconds. While CJ took her in a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses, Sam cupped her breasts, pressing them together and plucking at the tips until her nipples were hard as berries.

  “So pretty,” he murmured before he sucked one deep.

  She dragged CJ’s shirt undone, the snaps giving way in a series of sharp clicks. She needed to touch his skin, spread her hands over his hard, powerful muscles, the heat of his body warming hers. He growled into her mouth, or was that Sam? She couldn’t tell. Sam kissed down to her waist then made short work of her jeans. Rachel did everything she could to help him, holding her legs up so he could drag them down and off after tugging off her boots. The panties went the way of the jeans, and then Sam’s mouth was on her pussy. He licked and sucked, drawing her clit into his mouth, nipping it and soothing the pinch of pain with his tongue.

  Rachel gasped into CJ’s mouth. He smiled against her lips then kissed her again. I’m in your mind, baby, bathing in your arousal.

  All she could manage was a sigh of delight. How could she give this up?

  Sam licked and tasted as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His licking turned to slurping as her arousal turned liquid. Rachel scrabbled at CJ’s jeans, finally getting them undone, and she grasped his cock. Strong, long, and hot, with wetness already gathering at the tip.

  She gasped. “I want to…taste you, too.”.

  CJ groaned but hastily shucked the rest of his clothes and scrambled onto the bed, where he knelt and showed her his cock. His balls were tight underneath, and this close, the aroma of his male musk overwhelmed her with its potency. Sam followed her as she leaned up, mouth wide, and took CJ’s cockhead into her mouth.

  It was the best flavor in the world, the best she’d ever tasted. The biggest, too, from the way she had to almost crack her jaw to get the head and some of the stalk into her mouth. But it was so, so worth it. Using her tongue under the rim, she coaxed and teased, taking all he could give her. But he gripped it so she couldn’t deep throat him. She’d never tried that before, but she wanted to. She lifted her gaze to his face.

  CJ’s eyes burned into hers, fiercely aroused and as equally fiercely possessive. “Mine,” he declared, growling low in his throat, tiger-style. “You’re mine. You hear me?”

  She heard and thrilled to his words, forcing away any thought of today or tomorrow. There was only now. And now she belonged to these men. He pushed his cock into her mouth in short, shallow jabs as she sucked, trying to persuade him to give her more.

  Sam licked, pushed his tongue into her pussy, and touched her inner walls with his tongue. A soft rasp told her he’d turned into a tiger. She shuddered. Never had she felt anything as good as this. Sam licked, and Rachel sucked while CJ watched her take his cock into her mouth.

  Fuck my mouth, she told him. Take me.

  Oh, I’ll take you, baby. She’d keep him to that.

  He gave her a bit more, but she still had less than half in her mouth.

  He pulled out when her arousal turned urgent, and he watched her come, held her as she jerked and cried their names. After, he kissed her, licking deeply into her mouth. Still shuddering from Sam’s work, she curled into him, but Sam wouldn’t let her. He held her legs apart, watching her intently, claiming her mouth when CJ finally let her go.

  Sam shared her flavor with her, generously licking deep. She groaned as he kissed her, spreading his half-naked body over hers, pressing his cock against her pussy. The roughness of his jeans brought a new sensation to her. Sensitive from her orgasm, her cunt spasmed again, and she experienced an aftershock, a tremor shivering through her body.

  Although Sam lifted away, it was only to strip off the rest of his clothes, roll on a condom, and come back to her.
He brought their bodies together but rolled so she was on top. CJ climbed off the bed and stood behind them. She thought he wanted to watch, but instead, he lifted her knees and pushed so she was kneeling, her ass and pussy on full display.

  “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Baby, we want to fuck you together. You remember, you said you wanted to try?”

  Rachel opened her eyes wide, meeting Sam’s deep blue gaze, darkened by lust. “We won’t hurt you,” he said. He stopped moving but kept his cock inside her. “Do you want to?”

  “Do you?”

  “More than anything else,” he answered instantly and kissed her. “To feel my breed partner inside you? Oh yeah. Honey, we’ve never done this before with anyone. You’re our first.”

  “So you’ve never done…double penetration before?” Even the words sent a thrill through her.

  “No.” CJ’s voice rumbled through her. “We have everything we need here. We brought it earlier.”

  He crossed the room, his tread steady, and opened a drawer by the bed, getting out a tube of lube and a pack of condoms. He glanced at her and shook his head slightly. “I was going to use a plug to see how much you could take. I can’t do that, baby. I’m too far gone in you.”

  “Hurry the fuck up,” said Sam through gritted teeth. “I can’t keep this up much longer.”

  “You’re having problems with your erection?” CJ smiled wickedly.

  “No, you fuck, I’m having problems not moving. I want to fuck this woman so bad I’m going to bust a blood vessel if you don’t get back here soon.”

  CJ returned, taking his place behind them. “Scoot back so your knees are at the edge,” he said. Sam helped her move then pulled her shoulders down to rest on his upper chest. “Bend your back and stick that beautiful ass up and out.”

  CJ groaned. “That is beautiful. I swear, if you ever diet, I’ll spank your ass.” A sharp tap made her flinch, and under her, Sam groaned as her pussy contracted. “Shit, that looks good. Just a hint of red. You like that?”