by Jane Jamison
“Case couldn’t have said it any better, baby.”
She smiled up at Ham, over her shyness as quickly as it had come, then reached out to cup his balls. “Someone waxes.”
Ham sucked in a breath and pitched his body forward to lean over her and put his cock close to her mouth. “Yeah, I do. Is that good for you?”
“Mmm.” She flicked her tongue over his balls. “Very good.”
Ham stroked her hair then let out a moan when she took him into her mouth. She sucked him in slowly, taking her time to relish his lust-filled expression.
Case’s mouth on her pussy made her bring her teeth down on Ham’s cock. She caught herself in time from inflicting anything more than a quick bite. Ham stiffened and pulled away.
“Damn, woman, I know it’s a lot to take in, but don’t go shortening it.”
Case swept his tongue over her clit, taking away any chance of her answering. Instead, she growled low in her throat and pulled his cock inside her mouth again. He moaned and leaned over her, the near-miss quickly forgotten.
Spreading her legs, she put her hand over Case’s on her breast and pushed down. He flattened his tongue against her pulsating nub and slipped his other hand under her bottom. His finger found her butt hole, and he thrust it inside her. She clenched and sucked harder on Ham, who rocked back and forth, doing most of the work for her.
The sound of Case lapping up her juices filled her ears as the musky scent of Ham’s cock and balls filled her nostrils. Together, the mix gave her an amazing sensation of yearning that whipped the heat in her abdomen even higher. The sizzle she’d experienced whenever they’d touched was nothing compared to the flame of bright desire scouring every inch of her.
Case flicked his tongue back and forth over her pussy, going fast then slow as he tortured her. He hooked her legs over his broad shoulders and kept her to him. She bucked as his finger drove deeper into her dark hole and his mouth enclosed her clit. Stabbing as he would do with his cock, he thrust his tongue inside her cunt then followed it with a huge suck to drag in her cream.
“Lick my balls, baby.”
She held onto Ham’s dick and slid her tongue along his balls. They were huge and hanging onto her face, and she moved her head back and forth, enjoying the feel of them as they slid across her lips. She took hold of his jeans and yanked them even lower, bringing them over the rise of his buttocks. The man had a booty she longed to spank.
Case moved his hand to between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy. She jerked and gasped, but he was relentless, drinking in her juices as he pummeled her, his hand striking the flesh between her cunt and her anus. She wanted to watch him eat her but couldn’t as the force of his actions rocked her back and forth across the leather seat. Besides, she couldn’t bear to let go of Ham’s cock.
The muscles in Ham’s chest and arms flexed as he fondled her tit and pinched her nipple. His legs were powerful, the dark skin alluring as she took his cock again. The whirlwind inside her stomach grew stronger, and she reached out to Case, needing to have both cocks at once.
He answered her by standing, grabbing her legs, and shoving his dick into her. She cried out, her breath flowing over Ham’s flesh. He groaned and gripped her breast harder, giving her a taste of sweet pain.
“Fuck her, man. That’s it. I can see her juices all over her.” Ham gave two more hard thrusts then groaned and stilled. “Aw, shit. I’m gonna…Shit!” He pulled away from her, half turning and half falling out of the pickup.
Pushing up on her elbows, she shoved her pelvis against Case, wanting to do the impossible and drive him deeper inside her. His face was a mask of concentration as he worked his body, the muscles in his chest steel that drove the rivet of his cock forward. Clutching her behind the neck, he held onto her leg and rammed her over and over. He was a sex machine that could run on forever.
Her orgasm roared to life, spreading outward from her core to shake her limbs. She cried out, unmindful of where she was, and a hand slapped over her mouth. As Case continued to pump into her, Jamie smiled down at her and kept her from crying out again.
“Quiet, babe. Unless you’re aiming to be the climax of the show.” He winked and added, “Pun intended.”
Her vision clouded as yet another release tore her apart. Case snarled then leaned over her as he plunged his cock into her one last time. Putting his forehead on her stomach, he pulled his dick out of her then groaned out his climax.
She lay on the seat with Case still against her and tried to slow down her breathing. Jamie took his hand off her mouth and caressed her hair. After several minutes, Case lifted his head and kissed her on the stomach then pushed away from her.
Jamie smiled down at her then reached behind the seat and came back with a towel. “Here.” Yet instead of giving the towel to her, he rubbed the length of her in seductive long strokes that had her pussy tightening with need again. He sat in the middle of the seat and pulled her into his lap, cradling her like a child.
“I can clean myself off, you know.”
His chuckle was sexier than any she’d ever heard and oozing with lust. “Where’s the fun in that?”
He moved the towel around her chest, circling the soft material over her nipples then under her breasts. She laid her head against his chest and smelled the fragrant mix of musk, man, and animal. Her back rested over his crotch, and soon she felt the pressure of his cock pushing at her.
He slid the towel lower, taking his time to clean her stomach and then her mons. Her breathing quickened as he pushed the towel between her legs. Another gasp escaped her as he moved the towel aside then slipped a finger into her pussy. He found her G-spot as though he already intimately knew her body, and, in the next second, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes in a silent cry as her pussy creamed. When she looked at him again, his eyes were clouded with yearning.
“I guess we’re going to have to clean you up again.”
Unable to stand much more of the delicious agony, she snatched the towel from him and sat up. “I’ll do it this time.”
Disappointment flashed over his face but was soon replaced by a determination that left her quivering with need. “Looks like you three started celebrating early.”
Case, dressed again, rested his forearms on the open window of the passenger side and watched her clean between her legs. She had to tear her eyes away from his before she decided to spread them for him again. “Then you won?”
“Was there any doubt?” answered Jamie.
Taking her clothes from Case, Maya hurriedly got dressed. But she only managed to put her T-shirt back on. Jamie had another idea for her thong and jeans. He grabbed them away from Case and tossed them into the backseat along with her boots.
“What are you doing?” She tugged the T-shirt as far down as she could to cover as much of her lower half as possible.
“It doesn’t seem very fair that I win the event but my brothers get the prize.”
She blushed but stuck out her chin in defiance. “Can I help it if you weren’t here?”
His eyes glittered. “I’m here now.”
Part of her was ready to open herself to him. Yet another side of her wanted to test him. “So? That doesn’t mean I want to. Your brothers did a fine job of satisfying me.”
“Maya?”
Something about the way he said her name sent alarms ringing in her head. Then when he ripped off his belt and undid his jeans, the warnings turned into shouts of glee. But she wouldn’t let him know it. Instead, she forced her attention on his face and played dumb. “Yeah?”
“We’re doing this.”
She smothered a smile. “Doing what?”
“This.”
She didn’t have time to shout, didn’t have time to do anything. He gripped her by the arms and pulled her on top of him.
Chapter Four
Jamie brought Maya down on top of him in one smooth motion. His cock penetrated her pussy, driving to the end. She yelped, but by then, he no long
er cared who heard them. He grabbed her by a chunk of her hair at the back of her head and pulled back. Putting his mouth to her neck, he struggled not to shift and use his fangs. It was too early to claim her.
She started to struggle, to fight against him, but he held her fast. Driving his hips upward he pushed into her then placed her hands on his shoulders. He’d never force himself on her, but he had the impression that she didn’t really want to get away.
“Ride me.”
Whether she understood him even with the guttural tone of his voice, he didn’t know or care. She was theirs, and she needed to know that right from the start. He found her tit under her shirt and ground his thumb against her nipple. She cried out as the pickup’s engine roared to life, and he vaguely realized that the vehicle was moving.
The bouncing of the pickup added to the rhythm he set up with his thrusts. Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted. An ethereal expression came over her face as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Letting go of her hair, he took her ass cheek and clutched it, knowing that she’d feel it when he shifted enough to bring out his claws. But it didn’t matter. As their mate, she’d learn to love the sting of a claw, the flash of pain from a well-placed sex slap. Her soft “huhs” echoed in the cabin of the pickup.
She was everything he’d wanted in a woman. Her body was athletic and firm, her breasts perfect for his hands. And her pussy? Her pussy was so deliciously tight. He bucked at her, bringing her ass down as his hips moved upward. She rocked with him, riding him as he’d ridden the bull earlier.
But he hadn’t counted on one thing. Her presence, her spirit, and the simple fact that they’d gotten lucky enough to find her overwhelmed him, washing his emotions through him in an unexpected way that left him vulnerable. Well before they’d made it to the rental house where they were staying, he lost control. He’d wanted to have her longer, but it was an impossible feat. Instead he turned his inner werewolf loose and let his fangs spring out. He bit down, not deep enough to claim or change her but enough to break her skin.
Maya stiffened and froze. He shifted back as his release tore through him and he gazed into her eyes. Her desire mixed with fear and made him almost regret his decision to take her. Almost. Plunging into her again, he laid his head against her chest as his body jerked through the climax.
He allowed her to slide off him. Reaching for another towel in the backseat, Jamie took the one Ham offered and gave it to her and she took it. Ham tossed another towel to Jamie to clean with.
Maya tugged her T-shirt back down then took her clothes from Ham. Without speaking, the two of them dressed as Case maneuvered the truck down the driveway that led to the one-story, white house then stopped it.
“Here’s our home away from home, Maya.”
Case jerked his head toward Maya as his attention fell on Jamie. “Ham and I will get some grub on the stove. We’ll see you two inside.”
Ham was out the back door and on Case’s heels before Jamie could get Maya to look at him. “Are you okay?”
She nodded then thrust out her chest as he’d seen her do so many times. Considering when and how she did it, he had a pretty good idea that it was more to make herself feel confident than anything else.
“Sure. Why do you ask?”
He grinned and swept a lock of her hair away from her face. “Just making sure. I didn’t ask to fuck you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
He wasn’t certain, but did she look pleased?
He surprised her by taking her by the neck again and kissing her hard. She mewled and flattened her hands against his chest as though to push away, but he knew she wasn’t serious. If she’d wanted to, if he thought she didn’t want to kiss him, she could have easily broken the kiss.
He turned her loose then slid over to the driver’s side to get out. He scanned his gaze over her, his yearning for her already starting to make his cock grow again. “Get inside, Maya.”
She lifted her eyebrows at him but didn’t challenge his order. Slamming the door, he turned on his heel and headed for the house.
* * * *
Maya head her mother’s voice echoing in her head.
“What are you thinking, walking into a house out in the middle of nowhere with not one but three men?”
“I thought I raised you to have more sense than that.”
“Turn around and run!”
“Maya Switt, I’ll never forgive you if you get yourself killed.”
Case grinned before darting into the house along with Jamie. Ham stood at the door, keeping it open for her.
Her mother had never anticipated a situation like the one she was in. Besides, hadn’t her father told her often enough to seize a good opportunity whenever she had the chance? She shook off the internal dialogue of her mother but did make one concession to the warnings. Lifting one finger in the air, she pulled out her cell phone and called Tatum.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hey, me. Are you ready to get picked up?”
“I think I already did.”
“Huh? So you caught a ride home?”
“Not exactly. I, uh, decided to hang out with the Hunter brothers for a while.”
“Ooh, I was hoping you’d say that. So? How’s it going with them?”
Maya turned her back on Ham. No need to let him see how Tatum’s question had rattled her. “I guess it’s going okay.”
“Well, if you need me, give me a shout. But if you don’t, then have fun.”
“Okay. I will.”
“Oh, and Maya?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t do anything I haven’t done.”
“Wow. That leaves me wide open to almost anything.”
Tatum’s laugh died as she clicked off the phone then strode toward Ham and into the modest ranch-style house.
The interior of the house wasn’t anything to write home about, but it was comfortable. They’d come into the home through the door leading into the humble kitchen. Older appliances fit well with the dated laminate countertop and country-style cabinets. A retro chrome table straight out of the 1950s had four chairs and a bowl of fruit sitting on top.
She let Ham lead her into the small living room filled with furniture that was well used along with a huge flat-screen television hung on the far wall. Beer bottles as well as dirty plates and cups were scattered over the wooden coffee table while the walls held pictures that even a low-rent motel wouldn’t have wanted. Still, it was larger and better than the tiny, cramped apartment she’d had in New York City.
“Uh, nice place you’ve got here.”
Case shot her an incredulous look and started picking up dishes and cups. “You’re kidding.”
Jamie scooped up an armful of beer bottles and took after Case into the kitchen. She heard the clatter of dishes being laid in the overflowing sink along with bottles clashing together as Jamie dumped them into the trash can.
“That’s nice of you to say, but you’re a lousy liar. But it’s okay. We’re only renting while we’re here for the rodeo. The mess is ours, but nothing else.” Ham moved a pile of laundry from the couch to a nearby rocking chair. “Sorry it’s such a pigsty, but we weren’t expecting anyone.”
She took a seat on the couch and felt a spring poke her in her bottom. “Then you’re leaving after the rodeo?” She’d already gathered as much, but couldn’t resist testing the waters again. Somehow she’d managed to keep her tone light, counteracting the sinking sensation in her stomach. Was she a fling? Just another girl in yet another town?
“Yeah.” He plopped down beside her. “Back to Forever, that is. Forever is better than any other place in this world or any other.”
“Any other?” She took his face between her hands and made him look down as she studied his shaven head. “You’re not an alien from another planet, are you? Are you hiding antennas up here?”
“Shit, we’re not even sure he has a brain, much less antennas.” Case and Jamie returned, each holding a couple
of beers. Case offered her one while Jamie gave his extra to Ham.
“What’s with the talk about aliens from space?” Jamie took the easy chair next to the sofa.
Case scooted her over so he could sit on the other side of her. Ham grumbled but moved to make room.
“Ham told me you guys are only in town for a short while.” From the way Jamie peered at her, she must’ve failed to keep her light tone. She wasn’t sure why she’d brought it up again, except that she already hated the idea that they could be gone tomorrow.
“That’s right. Just until the rodeo’s over,” confirmed Case. “Unless something comes up to make us stay a while longer.”
She took a drink, nodding as though she understood, but a part of her didn’t. Didn’t they feel the same way she did whenever they touched? If they did, how could they think about leaving? But it was too frightening to voice, and she opted to change the topic.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t get hurt when that bull kicked you.”
Jamie took a long swig of his drink and shrugged. “I got lucky.”
“But I saw it hit you. Hell, I think I might’ve even heard it.”
Jamie darted his gaze from her to his brothers and back. “I don’t know what to tell you.” He slid a palm over his smooth, uninjured skin. “The proof’s right here. Or rather not here.”
“But I saw blood.” She leaned forward and squinted. Again, he averted his gaze from hers. Was he hiding something? But what?
“Beats me. I don’t know about the blood. I mean, I was shaken up all right from the near miss as well as the way I hurled my body away from the bull, but that’s it. Dang thing must’ve scratched me somehow.”
“But even the paramedics wanted to take you in. And I don’t see anything. Not even a scratch.”
“I think everyone overreacted.”
“Maybe, but I saw it.” She stared at him, trying to figure out what was going on. “You were hit. How do you get kicked by a bull and wind up without some kind of injury? Are you sure you’re telling the whole story?”
