Jamison, Jane - The Wolf Within [Men of Passion, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Holding her clit in his teeth, he plunged two fingers into her pussy. She groaned and pushed back at him. Her pussy walls clamped around his fingers, tightening her grip on him. His cock throbbed as though complaining, demanding its turn.

  Her scent was like nothing he’d ever smelled before. Sweet and musky rolled into one while an indefinable aroma teased his nostrils. He wanted to wipe her juices onto a cloth, anything to keep the aroma of her with him after she left. Instead, he sucked in her clit and bent his fingers to search for the spongy tissue that would turn her into the wild woman he knew she could be. She reacted a split second after he found it.

  Yet he never expected her reaction to surprise him. He kept his fingers on her sweep spot and stroked it. She stilled, and, for a moment, he was afraid that he’d hurt her. Her body stiffened, and she lifted her head to gape at him. He raised his head, ready to ask what was wrong when she lay back and let out a cry. Her body trembled, hard and fast, then in long, slow waves as her climax ripped free.

  Pressing his mouth to her again, he drank in her cream and held on to her legs. She thrashed around, her breasts bouncing, her legs shaking. She cried out, making a sound that was as close to an animal’s howl of joy as a human could get.

  Once the shudders were gone, she lay still, her body limp, her panting racking her chest. He stood and leaned over her to take her face in his hands.

  She stared at him, her hazel eyes gleaming with wonder. “Oh, my God.”

  He grinned. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but don’t think I’m through with you yet. There’s more where that came from.”

  Without warning, she started crying, tearing a hole in his heart. What had he done? How had he hurt her? He glanced down her body but found nothing that would tell him what had caused her to cry. He wiped a tear from her cheek, confusion warring with guilt for the unknown wrong he’d committed.

  “Tatum, what’s wrong? If I did anything to hurt you, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do it again. Just tell me what I did.”

  She clutched his arms like a woman in dire need. “No. Don’t say that.” Her voice shook, but at least the tears had slowed down.

  He stroked her hair, his heart starting to beat at a normal rhythm as she began to calm down. He kissed away another tear from her cheekbone as it slid toward her earlobe. “I don’t understand.”

  She averted her gaze then looked back at him before dropping her gaze. “It’s my first time.”

  Chapter Four

  What the hell?

  “You’re a virgin? If that’s what’s got you so upset, then stop fretting. We haven’t fucked yet.” Could he have taken her cherry with his fingers and not known it? He knew as much about a woman’s body as most men, but he’d had a virgin only once before, and that was a long time ago. Wouldn’t he have noticed if she’d been untouched?

  “No, I’m not. A virgin, that is. It’s just that I’ve never had”—she darted her gaze downward then back to his—“an orgasm before.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Her hurt expression stabbed him in the gut. Now he really had hurt her. “Babe, I didn’t mean it like it sounded. It’s just that I know someone as sexy as you has got to have had sex before now. If not, then the men you’ve met either had their dicks cut off or their brains drained.”

  She blinked, her eyes widening as though she couldn’t believe what he’d said. “No. I haven’t. Not like that. And not with a man.”

  She was still innocent, even if she wasn’t a virgin. “Again, you’ve been with the wrong men.”

  Her smile grew into the brightest of grins. “That was amazing. Can I have another one?”

  “Hell, yeah.” He stood and tugged her back to the edge of the table as she clung to his arms. “But let’s get you another one in a different way this time.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist. Pressing his cock to her entrance, he brushed his lips against hers then hardened the kiss and swept his tongue inside her mouth. She sucked it in, her cheeks hollowing as she attempted to keep his tongue in her grip.

  He pulled away, took another look at her face in case she’d changed her mind, then kissed her again. She sucked in his tongue again as though she’d never had it before and let him circle it around inside her mouth.

  Easing his cock to her pussy, he plunged his cock into her and almost lost control. She was so tight, her pussy walls clamping around his cock and holding him just as she’d held on to his tongue. He pulled out his tongue then pushed her back. She held herself up, her hands flattened on the table as he bent and nibbled on her tit. A mewling sound eased from her throat.

  Cupping her breast, he flicked his tongue over her nipple then added quick bites to the soft bud. He moved his hips back and forth, easing deeper into her, making sure he didn’t hurt her in his need to have her. Her heat cocooned his cock, and when she started pushing her hips toward his, he gripped her butt cheek and rammed into her, unable to take it easy any longer. She cried out again, but it wasn’t the sound she’d made with her first orgasm. This one was smaller, telling him that he had to work harder to push her into another release.

  If he’d known from the start that she’d never had an orgasm with a man, he would’ve taken her into it slower, easing her to the pinnacle and making the prelude to her explosion last longer. But he’d make it up to her.

  Slipping his hand between their bodies, he found her wet clit and stroked her. She threw back her head, her hair draping toward the table. He experimented, pinching her clit then rubbing her softly then harder. Her moans grew louder and she lifted her head. Her eyes were clouded with lust, her mouth parted, and he nipped at her lower lip.

  She groaned when he took his hand from her clit, but her complaint stopped when he shoved his hand under her butt cheek to find her dark hole.

  He sunk a finger into her butt hole. A slight frown crossed her face a moment before she closed her eyes. She gritted her teeth, opened her mouth wide enough for him to see her clench her jaws, then thrust her pelvis against him.

  He took her clit back with one hand to torture her again. Adding a second finger to her dark hole, he slammed his cock inside her then drew it out just as fast.

  Watching her face, the myriad of emotions flowing across it fascinated him. He wanted to see her expression when she came.

  She moaned, her sexual sounds driving him higher. He held back the urge to come, wanting to give her another orgasm before he let go.

  Without warning, she pushed her body up and locked her hands around his neck. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, teasing him. He growled then yanked his hands out to grip her butt cheek and pull her to him. Taking her with him, he moved to the wall and shoved her back against it.

  “Fuck me harder.”

  He did as she commanded, clenching the muscles in his butt cheeks and thrusting into her. The sound of her body bumping against the wall had the horses in the nearby stalls neighing, but he didn’t care. Again and again, he drove his cock inside her, pushing to reach the end. She clung to him, her body’s moisture mixing with his, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

  She screamed, loud enough for the world to hear, and he clamped his hand over her mouth even as he grunted into her ear, “Easy, baby. Don’t try to hold on to it. Just let it fly. But quietly.”

  She whimpered a moment before she stiffened then relaxed. Her body shook as the orgasm swept over her. He could feel the shudders against his chest, and that was more than he could stand. With her hands locked behind his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, he let go, releasing his hot seed.

  Their climaxes didn’t start together, but they wound down at the same time. She made soft moaning sounds as the time between the rolls of waves grew longer. The lock of her hands around his neck softened, and, taking hold of her legs, he carried her to the twin bunk bed shoved against the other side of the room.

  He put her down as gently as he could then slid beside her and pulled her close. She snuggled into the crook of his arm
. She didn’t speak, but he loved the soft, sexy noises she made. “Are you okay?”

  Her chuckle was muffled against his chest. “Uh-huh.”

  “I’m going to assume you had another orgasm. Or at least my fragile male ego wants to think so.”

  She skimmed a finger along the stubble on his jaw. “You can tell your fragile male ego that it’s correct.”

  They stayed that way for several minutes, their breathing starting to work at the same rhythm. At last, however, he had to ask.

  “Tatum, I don’t want to upset you, but I’ve got to know. Why haven’t you had an orgasm with a man before me? Are you sure you haven’t?”

  How could anyone as sexy as her not have had a climax with a man? Not that he was complaining. He was happy, hell, honored that she’d had her first with him. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t wait to gloat to his brothers that he’d given her what she’d needed. Hell, they’d do the same if they were in his shoes. Besides, they’d be happy for her, for him, for themselves.

  She stiffened, and he wished he could take back the question. Damn it. When will I learn to keep my trap shut?

  “I don’t know. I’ve always felt like I’d missed out, left unfulfilled and empty. With the other men I’ve slept with”—she lifted onto her elbow to check his reaction—“not that I’ve had many, mind you.”

  She slid back into the cradle of his arm. “Sex with them was never like this. And after Roger told me I was…you know, cold, I didn’t even want to try again.”

  Incredulous fury flashed into him almost before his mind understood what she’d said. “Some guy told you that you’re frigid?”

  She cringed at the word, and, once again, he silently berated himself for saying the wrong thing. But he had to set her straight. He shifted onto his side so he could see her face. “Baby, you may be a lot of things, but you’re not frigid. That Roger jerk was an idiot.”

  Tears formed in her eyes again. She rolled over and hid her face behind her hands.

  Crap. What’d I say now? “Tatum, what’s wrong? I don’t get why you’re crying. You just had two orgasms, which proves that he was dead wrong. You were with the wrong men, that’s all.” He skimmed his palm along her arm. “Until now.”

  She went onto her back again and touched his face. Tears made tracks down her cheeks to lead to her smile. “I’m not crying like before. I’m just so damn happy now.”

  Would he ever understand women? “I’m glad. You had me going for a minute. So you’re good, right?”

  Her smile turned into a grin that conflicted with the sultry look she gave him. “I was hoping I was better than good.”

  He was about to tell her how great she was when her eyes grew wide at something on the far wall. She sat up then threw her body out of the bed. He’d had women who hadn’t wanted to stay the night—well, okay, maybe just one or two—but he’d never had one that had raced out of his bed.

  “Please tell me that clock is wrong.”

  He glanced at the old round metal clock that hung over the door. “Naw, I’m pretty sure it’s right. Why? What’s wrong? Where are you going? I want you to stay.”

  She paused and stared at him as though she couldn’t believe him. “I wish I could. Really.”

  She had her sundress on and was pushing the straps over her shoulders. “My father’s going to miss me if I don’t get back soon.”

  He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “So what? You’re acting like a teenager who’s about to miss curfew.”

  She shot him a pointed look. “Don’t you think you’re in enough trouble already? If he found out I was with you, that we did what we did, he’d have you shot and mounted on the wall.”

  “Calm down. He can’t tell you who you can be with. You’re an adult.”

  “Not to my father I’m not.” She slipped on her sandals.

  “Then maybe it’s time you told him you are. If he doesn’t like what’s happened, then tough shit.”

  She shot him a hard look. “Have you met my father?”

  He decided to take a different tack. “Besides, you don’t have to tell him.” He flung his body out of bed and caught her as she turned to leave.

  “Let me go. I’ve got to get back.”

  He pulled her to him and gave her a lingering kiss that made her stop struggling. She was breathing hard before he turned her loose. “You’d better figure out how to tell him. Either that or my brothers and I will have to do it.”

  Her jaw dropped as she gaped at him. “What do your brothers have to do with anything?”

  He hadn’t thought to tell her so bluntly, but it was out and there wasn’t much he could do about it now. “Baby, my brothers and I share everything. And I do mean everything.”

  He could sense the question on her lips, but the sound of her father’s voice in the yard calling her name broke it off. “I’ve got to go.”

  He watched her open the door and run toward the back door of the barn, evidently planning to go out the rear exit then come around the side so her father wouldn’t see her leaving the barn. Marc slammed the door. Just like her first orgasm, she had a lot of new experiences ahead of her, including telling her father to accept her new mates. A splash of pink color against the dark wooden floor caught his eyes.

  He bent over and picked up her panties. Bringing the soft material to his nose, he drew in her delicious scent. “Looks like I got what I wanted.”

  * * * *

  “Shaylyn, when are you coming back?” Tatum stared at the ceiling of her bedroom and wished her best friend would quit running around Southern California and come back to Passion.

  Shaylyn Mathews was everything Tatum wasn’t and everything she admired. Shaylyn was outgoing, free-spirited, and on her own. Her parents doted on her, giving her whatever she wanted, and yet she’d managed to remain unspoiled, giving, and independent. Unlike Tatum, who planned everything down to the smallest detail, Shaylyn would take off on a whim without a second thought. She was exploring the idea of moving to California and had taken the past month to flit from one town to the next in search of the perfect beachfront spot to make her home. Luckily for Tatum, her friend had yet to find any town that could compare to Passion. On the other hand, Tatum wasn’t lucky, because her friend rarely gave up on accomplishing her goals and her goal was to live in California.

  “Why don’t you come out here? I’ll pay for everything, and we can spend our days checking out one beach after the other. Of course, my favorite beaches are the ones where swimsuits are optional.”

  Tatum blushed just thinking about sitting on a beach without anything on except her pink face. “Naked? Me? On a beach with strangers? Not a chance.”

  “You’re not thinking about the best part. Remember, the guys are naked, too. I’ve seen some major cocks out here. You know how they say things are bigger in Texas? Girlfriend, I’ve been to Texas, and I’m here to tell you that California has the biggest ones in the land.”

  Her friend could always get a laugh out of her. “Is that all you’ve done? Look at men’s ding-a-lings? We have those back here, so come back home, okay?”

  “Ding-a-lings? Seriously. They’re called cocks, Tee. I know you’ve seen one, so why can’t you say the word?”

  Tatum stayed quiet, knowing her friend would pick up the meaning behind her silence. Shaylyn and she had become best friends on the first day of kindergarten, and they knew each other better than anyone.

  “Oh, my God. You’ve seen one recently, haven’t you? Stop holding out on me and give me all the juicy details. Who is he? How’d you meet him? Where did you two fuck?”

  “Shh. Watch what you say.” Tatum sat up and listened for her father. He was more than likely still out on the ranch checking the cattle and the horses as he did every morning, but she had to be careful.

  “Tee, unless your father’s taken to bugging your cell phone, I think we’re safe. So talk.”

  Tatum closed her eyes, and, as she’d done so often since she’d left Marc in
the barn last night, she imagined him next to her. “He’s amazing. He’s tall, dark, and everything you could want in a man.”

  “So did you fuck or not?”

  “Yeah. We did. He’s been suspended from work because of a problem that wasn’t of his making. I mean, he was trying to protect this girl from her abusive boyfriend, but my father won’t cut him a break because he kind of threw the first punch.”

  “Ooh, a hero, too. So what’s his name, and when are you going to see him again?”

  Shaylyn’s excitement took hers to another level. “His name is Marc Shelton, and, I swear, the man’s made of muscles. His face is like a movie star’s, and his body is the best I’ve ever seen.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I got it. He’s good looking. But is he hung?”

  Leave it to Shaylyn to get straight to the point. “He sure is.”

  She heard her friend’s intake of air. She waited for the question she knew had to be coming.

  “Tee, did he…I mean, I know this is a touchy subject, but I’ve got to ask. Did you get off?”

  “I not only got off, I went to the moon and back. Twice.”

  Shaylyn’s shout blasted through the earpiece. “All right! See? I told you there wasn’t anything wrong with you. You just had to find a man who knew what he was doing. Shithead Roger didn’t know a pussy from a kitty cat.”

  She grinned, thankful she had such a supportive friend. Now that she’d told her the news, she could get to the real problem. “He was wonderful and very loving when I told him about…you know.”

  “Wait. You told him you’d never had the Big O with a man? Why? Don’t you think that was a bit into the TMI zone?”

  Too much information? Maybe, but she hadn’t been able to hold back. “I don’t know. I felt like he’d understand, and I was right. He was so understanding and cool about it.”

  “That’s great, Tee.”

  “But he said something as I was running off that’s got me thrown.” She’d gone over his words hundreds of times and still couldn’t get what he must’ve meant. At least not if she discounted the only meaning she’d come up with.