Jane Jamison

by A Wolf's Lust

  “I’ve never seen him before, which means he’s either a new resident or someone who lives in one of the other towns around here. Maybe even Denver.” Loren flipped the rag she held onto her shoulder and waved at a couple who’d just walked into the diner. “They’re a couple of my regulars. I’d better get back to work. Nice to meet you, Vic.”

  Victor lifted his hand in a quick good-bye, but his scowl took away the warmth from the friendly gesture.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Is there some place where we can talk in private?”

  “Yeah. Come with me.” Motioning to Tony that she was taking a break, she took Victor’s hand and pulled him along with her toward the back of the diner. She led him down the long hallway to the storage room then pulled him inside.

  After flicking on the overhead light, she turned and found herself up close and personal with him. Her breasts pushed against his chest and her face was mere inches from his.

  He tenderly took her arms then ran his palms up to her shoulders. “You have to be careful.”

  He smelled intoxicating, like the scent of something wild and masculine on a summer’s breeze. “I can handle men like Burke.”

  Tilting his head to the side, he studied her, his forehead wrinkling with concern again. “He said his name was Burl.”

  “No, he didn’t. He introduced himself as Burke. I remember thinking that Burke rhymed with jerk.”

  Victor shook his head. “No. He said ‘old Burl.’ I’m sure of it.”

  They paused, forgetting the undeniable attraction between them while they wrestled with their memories.

  “I’m sure of it, Victor. He said his name was Burke.”

  “And I’m sure, too. Which means he lied to one of us.”

  Chapter Six

  “But why would he lie, Victor?”

  “There’s no way to tell. It could be as simple as him planning on fucking you, consensually or not, and wanting to keep his real name a secret.”

  The color drained from Sam’s face. “That must’ve been a last-minute decision. He kind of stumbled saying his name when he introduced himself.”

  “Could be that he’s married.”

  “Eck. Poor woman.”

  Victor could hardly think. His senses were going wild, being so close to her. The connection that ran between them urged his inner wolf to take over and claim her. Her body’s natural fragrance was stimulating enough without smelling her arousal. She was hot between her legs, and it was driving him crazy. But he had to pull himself together for her sake.

  “Or it could be another reason, one that’s even worse.”

  “Worse than rape?” If he’d thought she’d looked pale before, now she was almost devoid of any color.

  “It’s okay, Sam. Reed, Blake, and I won’t let anything happen to you. But you need to take precautions. Passion is just like every other town. We have dangerous men, scum that wouldn’t think twice about taking what they want from a beautiful woman like you. I got the impression that our friend out there will try again. Don’t trust anyone until you’ve gotten to know them first. You never know who’s a friend or an enemy at first.”

  “You mean how I’ve gotten to know you so well?”

  He had to give it to her, she had him there. “There are exceptions to every rule, you know. I think you’ve got good instincts in feeling out situations. All I’m asking, all we’re asking, is that you be careful. Don’t go anywhere at night or out of town without someone with you.”

  “Like you?” The look of hope on her face threatened to bring him to his knees.

  “All you have to do is call.”

  He and the other two men had wrestled with the idea of telling her about werewolves so she could be on guard against any strange men who came too close to her. But that would lead to exposing the truth about them, and they weren’t sure she could handle that yet. If she knew, would she give them time to show her the men they really were? Or would she run from the animals they hid inside them? In the end, they’d opted on keeping a close watch over her.

  “And Reed and Blake? Can I call on them, too?”

  “Of course.”

  She peered at him as though she could see into his heart. “Why do I get the impression that you’re not telling me everything you know?”

  He hated lying in general, but lying to her was even worse. Still, he couldn’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She had to learn to care for them as men first. The instinctive attraction between them would help hurry that along. Only then could they reveal their alter identities.

  Instead of lying more, he opted for the one thing he could think of to get her to not ask that question again. Besides, he’d lost control and couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Moaning, he crushed his mouth to hers and pulled her body close. He skimmed his hands along her back and down to grip her buttocks. The ill-fitting uniform blouse would’ve made a supermodel less than appealing, but on her it was sexy as hell. Pairing that with the short skirt she wore gave her a look that was, in a subtle way, more sensual than any stripper’s outfit.

  He slid his hands under her skirt and up to her firm, round butt. His fingertips grazed the lace strip at the back of her panties, making his cock grow even thicker. Fondling her bottom, he eased his fingers into the crease between her butt cheeks.

  He wanted to fuck her from behind, forcing her to bend over and open to him. At the same time, he wanted to thrust his cock inside her pussy and hear her cry his name. He’d fuck her pussy while Reed played with her tits and Blake let her suck on his cock. But until then, she was all his.

  She was the embers to his fire, igniting him with an eternal burn. He cupped her breasts as she clung to his neck and tugged on his hair to keep his mouth to hers. She made a soft mewling sound that mixed with his breath as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her flavors exploded, giving him a tantalizing mix of sweet and spicy.

  Pushing her bra aside, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple and moved his other hand from her butt cheek over her silky thigh and under the soft material of her panties. She was even hotter than he’d imagined as he pushed her pussy lips apart and found her clit. He massaged the bundle of nerves and felt her shudder as an orgasm ripped through her. Her cream wet his hand and oozed over his fingers. He would suck her juices off his hands when he was finished.

  She moaned and threw her head back, breaking the kiss so he could lower his head to her breast. He replaced his thumb to torture her nipple with his teeth then his tongue. Her pebbled bud was hard yet supple. Groaning, he shoved his head between her breasts and took in a long, slow breath of her aroma.

  “Victor, I have to get back to work.” Her words said one thing, but her tone beckoned him to continue.

  He growled, angry and frustrated at himself for starting what she didn’t have time to finish. “No.”

  He rubbed her clit harder, faster, and she pulled her skirt up to her hips. He took her silent encouragement to continue and slid down her body until his face was in front of her pussy. Pushing her panties aside, he pressed his face to her folds and flicked his tongue over her clit. She gasped and moved her hips toward him. Her fingers dug into his hair, keeping him at her pussy as she’d kept him to her mouth.

  He sucked on her, drinking in her sweet juices, then flicked his tongue along the tender flesh surrounding her clit. Shoving his fingers into her pussy, he finger-fucked her as he ate her and held her to him with his other hand.

  She was more than he’d ever hoped for, sexier than he’d dared dream. He loved having her to himself, and yet, he knew he’d enjoy sharing her with Reed and Blake.

  He added another finger to her pussy, thrusting into her hard then easy, quickly then slowly. She gripped his shoulders as yet another release whipped outward to tremble through her limbs.

  Wanting to see the lust in her eyes, he stood and took her face in his hands. He kissed her, giving her a taste of the sweet nectar that was all her own. She clung to him, giving him her tongue to
taste before taking his inside her mouth.

  Groaning, she wrenched apart from him, took one look at the closed door, then pushed his back against it. She nibbled on the corner of his mouth.

  “I don’t think I could walk again if I let you fuck me right now. My legs are already wobbly.”

  His answer was not the same as the answer he held inside him. His inner wolf howled for him to shove his cock into her cunt, but he refused to let the beast dictate what would happen. At least for now.

  “It’s okay. There’ll be another time for that. Many more times.”

  She frowned at him. “Uh-uh. I can’t let my hero leave without giving him his reward. You’re getting off.”

  Tossing him a sultry smile, she eased down to the floor and pulled her skirt back up to her waist. Her pretty, round butt cheeks were on perfect display for him as she undid his slacks and pulled the flaps wide.

  She gazed up at him. “No underwear. Just like I like my men.”

  He started to answer, but his train of thought was lost as she deep-throated his cock. He inhaled a quick breath and tracked his fingers into her curly locks.

  If she was half as talented fucking as she was with her mouth, he’d be a happy man for the rest of his life. She took him to the back of her throat then slowly, torturously drew his cock back out. Circling her tongue around his length, she then blew a breath over him. His cock twitched, jumping up as though to greet her mouth.

  “Damn, but that’s good.”

  “I’m glad you like it. When we have more time, I’d love to show you what else is good.”

  She cupped his balls, fondling them and making them bounce over her fingers. Teasing him, she puckered her lips and pressed a kiss to the oozing, bulbous end of his shaft. He groaned and pushed his hips forward, urging her to do more than simply kiss it.

  She flicked her tongue around, holding his cock at the base to give her complete control. Then, just as he was getting used to having her tongue do most of the work, she made an O with her mouth, placed the mushroomed cap against her lips, and sucked him inside again.

  The fire she’d started swept through him, foretelling the raging inferno that was to come. He fisted her hair in his hands for a tighter hold and helped her move her head back and forth. She moaned, sending her warm breath over his cock.

  His climax came on him faster than ever before. He tensed, and his balls tightened.

  “Give it to me. I want to taste every drop.”

  Her words pushed him over the edge, and he lost the last tendril of control. Grinding his teeth together to keep from shouting, he let his seed spill into her mouth. He closed his eyes, his body shuddering as the release tore him apart. He heard her drinking him in, and the sound brought another blast of semen until the last drop was spilled.

  Leaning against the door, he combed through her hair then tugged her to her feet. A bit of his cum was in the corner of her mouth, making him impossibly hard again. He motioned to the drop, and she licked it off.

  “Don’t do anything else, or I’m going to tear off your clothes and ram my cock into you.”

  She glanced down and saw that he was already erect again. “Wow. Talk about fast.” She licked her lips. “I wish I had time.”

  He tugged her mouth to his for a hard, quick kiss. “Not to worry. We have all the time in the world.”

  * * * *

  “Girl, you better tell me everything. And don’t try to act like nothing happened in the storage room. The sounds I heard didn’t come from picking out which napkins to use.” Loren popped a french fry into her mouth, pushed the takeout carton toward Sam, and grabbed her bottle of water for a long drink.

  Sam shook her head to refuse the offering. How Loren managed to stay slim and eat junk food was beyond her. The girl was like a teenage boy. She was an endless food-consuming pit without the weight consequences.

  “Why were you listening at the door to the storage room anyway?” Loren catching her in the “act” twice in two days was more than she could fathom. But at least her roomie had waited until they’d returned home to their apartment before telling her that she’d overheard them.

  “Can I help it if I needed more paper towels? Plus, I wanted to check on you. After dealing with that creep then having you take the other guy toward the back room, I wasn’t sure what was happening. How could I have known you were busy rewarding him for saving your butt? So, spill and don’t leave anything out.”

  “You didn’t say anything to Tony, did you?”

  “Of course not. I told Tony we were out of paper towels since I wasn’t about to barge in on you again. Now back to the real topic of discussion. What gives?”

  “I know we haven’t known each other long, so I’m hoping you don’t think I’m a slut or turning tricks on the side to make more money. Believe it or not, I’m not a bad person. It’s just that these three guys—”

  “Wait a sec. Three guys? Did I miss you getting it on with the other guy? What’s his name?”

  Sam wished the floor would open up and she’d get buried alive. Better buried alive than buried in embarrassment. “Reed’s the third man, and no, I haven’t hooked up with him.” Yet. Damn, if I got the chance, would I get with Reed, too?

  “So you and Blake have gotten together and now Victor. But not Reed. At least not yet.”

  Sam closed her eyes. Could Loren read her mind, or was she giving herself away with body language? When she opened her eyes again, Loren was grinning at her.

  “You want to, don’t you? No, don’t bother denying it. I can see it on your face. And to answer your question, no, I don’t think you’re a bad person. My family may have raised me like a traditional Chinese good girl, but I’m as liberal as they come. As far as I’m concerned, sex is fun and should be enjoyed with as many people as you like. Providing everyone’s agreeable.”

  Sam let the relief slide out of her body. “Thanks for that. You don’t know how I’ve agonized over telling you. I can’t explain it, either. It’s like whenever I get near one of them, I can’t control myself. It’s like someone’s blended horny pills with pure milk chocolate and fed it to me during my sleep. I just want to gobble them up.”

  Her mind flashed to an image of her down on her knees in front of Victor, his cock pushing at the back of her throat. Her juices instantly flooded her panties as though he were standing next to her. The fantasy of Victor next to her brought along another fantasy of Reed on his knees in front of her with Blake fondling her ass.

  What is wrong with me?

  “Sounds like they’ve put a love spell on you.”

  Sam laughed, thankful that Loren took everything she’d told her in stride. She’d gotten lucky when she’d met Loren at the diner and found not only a place to stay but a friend for life. “I wish I could blame it on that, but I’m afraid it’s all on me.”

  “And them, too. It’s not like you’re in this alone. Fact is, I think you’re pretty damn lucky. Most of us don’t find one man that can turn us on with one look. Sounds like you’ve found three, which, by the way, is totally unfair.” Loren’s smile betrayed the pout in her tone.

  “So are you saying this is okay? That I’m not going to blow my reputation around town?”

  Loren grabbed a bottle of wine, uncorked it, then poured them each a glass. She lifted her glass into the air. “I’m saying we should toast to your good fortune.”

  Sam tipped her glass to her friend. “To my good fortune, then. And may my friend find her good fortune soon.”

  “Amen to that, sister-friend.”

  Sam took a sip and decided it was time to let Loren in on the rest of the story. “Do you know anything about these guys? I realize that maybe I should’ve asked these questions first, but…well, you know.”

  Loren led them to their balcony overlooking the pool area of the apartment complex. “Let’s see. I’ve heard a few things. Rumor has it that Victor’s an ex-doc that got caught up in a scandal and lost his license. The only job he could get here was as a
part-time vet assistant. Damn waste of good talent, if you ask me. As for Reed, I haven’t heard much. He works as a janitor at the hospital, and from one girl who went out with him a couple of times, he’s kind of funny and a good guy. Blake’s a hometown boy with a reputation as a good businessman and a knowledgeable tracker who took over his father’s guide and tour business when his father was killed a few years back.”

  “Did you know his father was killed by a large wolf?” She’d hesitated, unsure whether to tell Loren that werewolves existed. She’d told friends before and had been hurt by their refusal to believe her. Even now, after everything she’d seen, she had a difficult time believing it.

  “Yeah, I think I remember hearing something like that. It’s weird to hear about anyone getting killed by a wild animal, but it’s certainly not impossible. Especially around these parts.”

  “Yeah, but the thing is that when Blake and I met the other day in the woods—”

  “When you were almost killed by a large wolf.” Loren nodded her head enthusiastically, encouraging Sam to keep going.

  “That wasn’t the first time we’ve met.”

  Loren slugged back the rest of her wine then refilled her glass. “I’m confused. So where had you met him before?”

  “I met him ten years ago when that same huge wolf almost attacked me the first time. It was Blake and his father who saved me. Now Blake has saved me again.”

  Loren gawked at her. “That’s got to mean something. Like fate brought you two together again for a purpose. Maybe Blake had to be the one that would help you meet the other men.”

  “Or maybe Blake and I were brought together again so we can help get rid of the wolf once and for all.”

  Loren dropped her jaw. “Wow. Now that’s what I call written in the stars.”

  “Maybe.” Sam studied her friend as she took another drink. So far, Loren had accepted everything Sam had told her, so why not let her know the truth of why she’d returned to Passion? “Loren, have you ever heard of anything strange happening around here? I mean really strange.”