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

by Jane Jamison

  “What’s that?”

  “He said that he and his brothers share everything.”

  Shaylyn let out a low whistle. “Wow. So he’s into multiple sex with his brothers. And what are his brothers like? Are they as sexy as he is?”

  Tatum let out a pent-up breath. “Yeah, they are. But is that weird? Is it strange having three brothers who share the same woman? I thought guys were more territorial than that.”

  “Listen to me, Tatum Griffin. You’ve just been handed the key to the city, the golden chocolate bar, and the winning lottery ticket all at the same time. Three hot men want you, so I’d say take them up on it. Whether he meant separately or all together, you’re in a win-win situation. For your sake as well as the sake of every other woman on the planet, take him up on it.”

  She wrestled with the image of the Shelton brothers crawling over her, caressing her body as they found every erogenous zone, and wasn’t surprised when her pussy quivered with need. Hadn’t she daydreamed about that very thing?

  “Do you really think I should?”

  “Trust me. If you don’t, you’re going to still be kicking yourself when you’re old and gray for not jumping on them.”

  As soon as her friend had spoken the words, she knew that was exactly what she’d wanted to hear. “Okay. For once, I’m going to throw caution to the wind and do it.”

  “Hallelujah, the girl is becoming a full-fledged, badge-wearing woman.”

  “Oh, ha-ha.” But she couldn’t hold back the grin she saw spreading across her face. She could even see a wicked twinkle in her reflection in the mirror over the dresser.

  “So how are you going to make it happen? When’s the next time you’ll see him? Can you get them all together?”

  “According to my father’s schedule that he keeps on his desk downstairs, Adam and Hank are out with guests on trail rides this morning. Marc’s still probably confined to the room in the barn, but I’ve got a plan. I know Father’s going to send a ranch hand to town later today, and I’m going to suggest he send Marc. That way, Marc’s off the ranch and away from the guest that caused the problem. Then, when Marc’s ready to leave, I’m going to invite myself along for the ride.”

  The silence on the other end of the call threw her. “Shaylyn? Are you there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here. I just got choked up. Damn it, Tee. I’m just so fucking proud of you.”

  Tatum giggled along with her friend. “Bite me, bitch.”

  “Hmm. No thanks. I’ll leave that for Marc and his brothers to do.”

  * * * *

  “Hey, Dad, when are you going to send someone into town to pick up supplies? We’re running low on sugar.”

  Her father looked up from the pile of papers on his desk. The frown she’d seen more often than not was in place. Business wasn’t picking up as he’d hoped, and he spent hours locked away in his office, trying to figure out how to bring more guests to the ranch. But with money as tight as it was around the country, going to a dude ranch didn’t even make it onto most people’s lists.

  Guilt washed over her. Was there more she could do to get things rolling again? Yet she didn’t have a clue. She wished she hadn’t relied on him to pay for most of her college education. But she’d taken more than a full load every semester, making working impossible, and her mother had refused her outright since she hadn’t gone to the Ivy League college that was her mother’s choice. Still, if she’d taken loans out they’d be her problem and she wouldn’t have stretched her father’s generosity so thin. As soon as she could find a job, any job, she’d start paying him back. But jobs around Passion and even in Denver were hard to find.

  “Dad, did you hear me?”

  “Yeah. Let me take a look.” He checked the schedule on his desk, the same one she’d peeked at late last night. “Damn. I should’ve already sent a man to town today.”

  Just the answer I was hoping for. “How about I grab a hand and go into town for you? You’ve got a list ready, right?” He always kept a running list of items they needed from town.

  “Yeah.” He pulled the list out from under the schedule book. “Here it is. Are you sure you don’t mind? I thought you’d want to rest up a bit from visiting your mother.”

  She laughed and took the paper. He’d never said anything bad about her mother even in the time right after her mother had left them. “She’s emotionally draining at times, but I’m fine now that I’m home with you.”

  Sure, she was buttering him up, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t mean it. She glanced at the list. It was long, but that wasn’t unusual.

  He peered at her, his frown growing. “What’s different about you?”

  Did she look different after having sex with Marc? Then it hit her. “I’m not wearing my glasses.”

  “How come?”

  “I just decided I wanted to use my contacts.”

  His scrutiny intensified. “Didn’t you always say you couldn’t wear them because of all the dirt around here?”

  “Did I?” She shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m giving them another try.”

  “Uh-huh. And why are you dressed up? Why aren’t you in your usual knickers and big T-shirt?”

  She’d taken extra care to put on another sundress. Marc had liked the one she’d worn yesterday, so why not stick with what worked? “They’re called capris, not knickers, for God’s sake. As for the dress, it’s cooler than jeans, that’s all.”

  “It’s like that little dress you had on yesterday, right?”

  When had her father started noticing what she was wearing? “Yeah, like that.”

  “Okay. Well, you look real nice, Tater.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  “Go on then. Take the checkbook and get Cookie to go with you and help.”

  She tried to keep her disappointment from showing. It made sense that the cook would come along, so she had to come up with a good reason to substitute Cookie with Marc. She took the checkbook and shoved it into her purse. “I think he’s busy. Can I ask another hand if Cookie’s not available?”

  Her father’s attention had already gone back to the papers on his desk. “What? Oh, yeah. Sure. Take whoever you want as long as they’re not tied up with something else.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  She spun around, dashed through the foyer, and was out the front door before he could change his mind. Once outside, she slowed down and scanned the yard for Cookie. She wouldn’t hunt him down, but at least she could say she looked for him. Sort of. Instead, she headed for the barn.

  The barn door opened just as she came to it, and her heart skipped a beat. “Marc?”

  Hank Shelton pushed the door wider. “Nope. It’s just me.” He stuck out his hand. “You’re Roy’s daughter, aren’t you?”

  She glanced past him but saw no sign of Marc. She expected to be disappointed, and she was, but the sizzle of energy coming from Hank made her tingle. She bit her lower lip and took his hand. As soon as they’d touched, she felt the jolt of energy grow stronger and sizzle into her arm. The energy reminded her of how she’d felt when Marc had first touched her. But his first touch, leaning over her, had been more intimate, so she’d had other things on her mind. Like how close his mouth had been to hers.

  “Your father gave Marc a special job, in a manner of speaking. He’s mucking out the stalls, and, if you value your sense of smell, you won’t go within ten feet of him.”

  She’d helped to shovel manure out of the stalls as everyone who lived on the ranch had at one time or another. As much as she wanted to get close to Marc, she didn’t want to share in the stench of horse shit. “Damn.”

  “Do you need help with something? Or were you just wanting to visit Marc again?”

  Oh, my God. Did Marc tell him what we did?

  The heat of her blush spread into her cheeks. When would she stop blushing? It wasn’t like she was a little girl. She threw back her chest and scanned her gaze down and up Hank. If Marc didn’t mind sharing her with his brothers, th
en who was she to miss a chance to do just that? Remembering Shaylyn’s encouragement, she took the plunge.

  “I need a hand to go into town with me. Would you like to come?” She smiled and tried to appear sexy and alluring.

  “Of course I would.” He started for the company pickup. “Do you want to drive, or should I?”

  “I will.” Driving would keep her mind and hands busy until she figured out what she would do. Could she come on to him, or would she get lucky and he’d make the first move?

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Following her to the driver’s side, he pulled the door open then waited as she hopped into the cab. As usual, the key was above the visor. She watched him walk around to the passenger side and get in.

  He was just as hot as Marc, albeit a bit shorter. But he was still much taller than her five foot, four inches. His hair was similar to Marc’s as it brushed around the collar of his denim shirt, and his profile was as strong and as chiseled. Although he was very much like his brother, he had a different vibe about him, one that exuded an easy way of looking at life. His body was leaner, more like a model’s, but just as hard.

  He glanced at her and shot her a grin that would’ve melted any woman’s legs. He had killer eyes, eyes that could reach into a woman and take her heart forever. She gripped the steering wheel and forced herself to focus on driving.

  * * * *

  Hank’s inner wolf growled. After Marc told him and Adam what had happened yesterday, he’d thought of little else except getting between Tatum’s legs. Granted Marc hadn’t gone into details, but he’d assured his brothers that she was the woman they’d share.

  Like a lot of werewolves, his brothers wanted one woman for them to love forever. Their foursome would become the nucleus of the pack the brothers wanted to start. Hank hoped she’d believe and understand them when the time came to tell her about being werewolves. She’d have to make choices that would change her life. Would she want to change into a werewolf? Or would she say no and remain in Passion? If she said yes, would she agree to leave with them?

  “Do your mother and father live around here?”

  “No. They’re gone.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She glanced his way, and he could see the compassion in her eyes.

  Should he tell her that his other two dads were still alive? He decided to wait. Telling her about them might bring up too many questions he couldn’t answer yet.

  His father along with a cousin and a friend had taken his mother as their mate. Most of the time having three dads, one by blood and the other two males acting as though they were his biological dads, was great. Having three male werewolves in the house meant three men to play sports with, three men to talk to about girls, and three role models to teach him how to be a strong werewolf. How to be an alpha, even though none of them had ever attained the same status. Alphas were born to the role, so his fathers had accepted their lesser roles as part of a pack. But they’d also recognized that he and his brothers were alphas. They owed it to their fathers to have their own pack.

  Having three alphas in one pack wasn’t that unusual when the three men were related. They worked together, so leading a pack didn’t seem like much of a stretch. But to have a strong pack, they first had to find a strong female alpha to mate. He glanced at Tatum. She seemed shy and lacked confidence, but taking her would change that. Once she’d accepted them and allowed them to change her, her confidence would grow. Besides, he sensed an inner strength about her that even she didn’t realize she possessed.

  Focusing on her and keeping his cool, he answered more questions about his life and his family. Not that there was much to tell until he could give her all the facts.

  Would she ever stop asking questions? His gaze dropped to her legs. Driving a stick shift meant she had to use her legs for the clutch and the brake. Every time she did, her skirt would ride up a little more and give him a better look at her long, smooth legs. He fought to keep his libido under wraps but soon realized he’d either have to turn it loose or bust a gut trying to keep it contained.

  Marc had told her they wanted to share. Didn’t the fact that she’d asked him to come along mean she was ready for him to have her, too?

  Leaning to the side, he reached out and placed his hand on her thigh. The car jolted forward as she jumped at his touch and pressed on the accelerator. She glanced down at his hand then to his face before focusing her gaze back on the road.

  “What are you doing?”

  He loved her nervous and excited tone. “Just keep your eyes on the road and breathe.” He squeezed her leg, getting her used to his touch. “Marc told me what happened between you and him.”

  She stiffened and nibbled on her lower lip but kept silent.

  Damn, she looks hot when she chews on her lip like that. I can’t wait for her to use her teeth on me.

  He slid his hand along the crease where her leg met her torso and soon found the lacy material of her panties. She parted her mouth and her breathing quickened, but she kept her eyes on the road as he’d told her to. He pushed his fingers under the thin material and found her pussy lips. She straightened up in the seat, her body stiffening even more.

  “Easy, babe. Watch the road. But get ready, because here I come.”

  Chapter Five

  He plunged his middle finger between her folds and found her hot clit just waiting for him to stroke it. She was already wet, her body already welcoming his fingers as he leaned closer then shoved two fingers into her pussy.

  She inhaled, her mouth dropping open. The vein in her throat throbbed a quick tempo.

  She was so tight, so hot. If he didn’t get his cock inside her pussy soon, he’d have to pleasure himself. But that was a sad second place to the grand prize he really wanted.

  Moving his hand slowly and methodically, he rubbed against her clit as he worked his fingers in and out of her pussy. She brought the car to a stop at a light and gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white.

  “Relax, babe. Just let it happen.”

  He pushed the strap of her sundress aside to expose one of her breasts. Her nipple was hard, and he bent lower to slide his tongue over it. When he brought his head back up, his gaze drifted to the vehicle next to them. Grinning at the shocked elderly woman peeking through the RV’s window, he dragged his tongue over his upper lip just for her stunned benefit then captured Tatum’s tit between his teeth. Tatum thrust out her chest, making it easier for him to keep her nipple. The older woman kept her gaze glued to them as he pulled Tatum’s dress higher to give the woman a good view of his hand on Tatum’s crotch.

  He liked watching his brothers enjoying a female, but he hadn’t known how much he’d enjoy getting busy in front of a stranger. He glanced at Tatum, checking to see if she realized someone was watching, but she’d closed her eyes and was fondling her breast that was still covered by her dress. He couldn’t know for certain, but he had the sense that Tatum would love exhibitionism if she gave it a chance.

  An elderly man’s face appeared next to the old woman’s, and, after an initial expression of surprise, a smile formed on his face. Marc fondled Tatum’s breast, pushing it higher to give the old man a better look. He worked his fingers in and out of her pussy until she laid her head back and let out an agonized moan of release.

  Tatum pulled at the rest of her dress to uncover her other breast. She pinched her nipple in much the same way Hank was doing. He worked his fingers faster then leaned over to whisper in her ear.

  “I’m going to eat you up, babe. Just stay still with your foot on the brake.”

  He winked at the older couple then dunked his head and put his face to her mons. Drawing a slow, tantalizing breath of her sweet scent, he used his tongue to slip between her folds and find her clit.

  Tatum let out a series of soft oohs and spread her legs wider. She pushed her hips forward and back as he lashed his tongue over and around her clit. Sucking, he drank her juices.

  She clutched
his hair and pushed his face harder against her. “Oh, damn. Yes. Eat me. Yeah, oh, use your tongue. Harder.”

  A honk behind them had her jerking and stiffening. She yanked on his hair, pulling him up.

  “Hey, take it easy on the hair, babe.”

  She gripped the steering wheel, her eyes widening as she realized what had happened. She glanced into the rearview mirror to see who had honked then lifted her head to see the couple in the RV.

  “Holy crap!” She slammed on the accelerator, bulleting the truck through the intersection.

  “Tatum, take it easy.” He tried to keep her from pulling up her straps.

  “Stop touching me!” She slapped at him, and he took his hands off her, laughing as she glanced at him in time to see him lick her juices from his fingers. Pushing her skirt down, she glared at him and almost ran into a car parked on the side of the road.

  “How about pulling over before you run us into the ass of an SUV?”

  She wanted to. He could see the yearning in her eyes and could smell her arousal. But she soon denied her feelings and shook her head. “No. I can’t. Did you see them watching us?”

  “Hell, yeah. It was fun. Tell me you didn’t like what we just did.”

  She started to deny it as her mouth worked to get out the words. But he knew she couldn’t. Not if she told the truth. Groaning, she concentrated on driving. “Don’t ever do that again.”

  “We both know you don’t mean that. I can hear how turned on you are.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, and, even though he figured she thought she should, she didn’t lean away from his touch.

  “I really am going to have a wreck if you touch me again.”

  He put his hands into the air. “Okay, okay. I’ll take my hands off.” He settled back into his seat. Was that a look of disappointment on her face? “For now.”