by Marla Monroe
“Please, Jonathan. I want you in me. I’m so empty.”
“Soon, baby.”
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, picking up the pace, but never going as far or as fast as she felt like he used to. Then he began to tongue over her clit in soft, lingering licks that had her panting. Heat built inside of her cunt until she thought she would die from it. A tingling started from her clit and spread inside of her until it reached her nipples. She couldn’t help it. She began to twist them, needing the added stimulation.
Then Jonathan sucked in her clit and tapped it with his tongue over and over. She exploded with her climax. She screamed Jonathan’s name. He licked her down until she was merely panting.
Joel came running into the room. He skidded to a stop when he saw what was going on, on the bed.
“Well, fuck! I thought she was dying. Damn, Jonathan. She’s not ready for that yet.” Joel huffed out a breath and planted his hands on his hips.
“Yes I am, Joel. I’m so empty inside. I need you both to fill me up.” Leigh reached out to him.
“Aw, baby. Are you sure?” Joel asked.
She shook her head and continued to reach out to him.
“I’m nasty. I’ll take a shower. Jonathan will take care of you until I get back.” He looked over at Jonathan and sighed. Joel nodded his head.
Jonathan laid one last lick on Leigh’s pussy before kneeling between her legs and pulling them up over his arms.
“You start to hurt or feel bad, you stop me, Leigh. I mean it. I won’t touch you again if you let me hurt you.” Jonathan stared down into her eyes with a stern expression.
“I promise,” she whispered.
She would promise anything to get him to make love to her.
Jonathan lined his dick up with her slit and eased into her. She was tight, as it had been so long. Leigh tried to lift her pelvis to meet his slow invasion to hurry him up.
“Stop, baby. Let me do the work.”
“More, Jonathan. Don’t be so careful. I need you deeper and harder.”
Jonathan sighed and pushed further into her. He pulled out and plunged in again. This time he reached the end of her and she hissed out a yes. God, it felt good to be filled by him. When he began to pull out and push in again, she sighed. He slowly sped up and she groaned at the pure ecstasy of it. Pressure began to build as he picked up speed. Each push against her cervix sent a spark to her womb and higher to her nipples.
He altered his position and his cock began to hit a spot inside her cunt that revved her up even higher. He’d found her sweet area and manipulated his dick to hit it on the downstroke. He tunneled in and out of her hot cunt, making sure to rub it with each plunge. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightly to help him grow closer to coming. She was so close. She wanted him to come with her.
“God, do that again, baby. That felt so fucking good.” He squeezed her ass with his hands.
Leigh did it again and again. The next time he hit her G-spot, she flew. Her orgasm took her higher and higher until she felt like she would die from the feeling. Then she felt Jonathan come deep inside of her, and the warmth of his seed hitting her cervix sent another little thrill through her system.
They both collapsed, gasping for breath. Jonathan eased to the side so as not to suffocate her. He shook his head.
“I think you killed me.”
“As long as you didn’t hurt her,” Joel said from the other side of the bed. He was glistening with the remnants of his shower where he’d missed drying off.
“You’re going to catch a cold like that, Joel. Get in the bed,” Leigh said.
“I’m so freaking hot watching the two of you that I might combust without even touching you.” Joel eased into bed next to her. He turned on his side and began to stroke her arm from shoulder to fingertips. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed each finger, and then placed a kiss on her palm.
“Are you tired, baby?” he asked.
“Not too tired to welcome you inside me. I need to feel your cock filling me up, Joel.”
“God, I want to fill your cunt with my seed.” He moved to the end of the bed and settled between her legs.
He took one leg and raised it while he lined his cock up with her pussy. Then he plunged inside of her in one smooth stroke. He pulled out and tunneled into her until he reached her cervix. He pulled back just a little, then pushed hard and bumped it. He knew how much she liked it bumped.
Leigh couldn’t use her pelvis to manipulate his thrusts with one leg over his arm. He held it up so that he could go deeper. Over and over he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. His eyes grew heavy lidded as he fucked her wet cunt.
She could feel her pussy juices leaking along with Jonathan’s seed. It slicked her up so that Joel was able to move faster and harder for her. She squeezed down on his thick cock over and over to give him what she had given Jonathan.
Joel threw back his head and roared at the same time. He reached between her legs and fingered her clit so that she soared with him. She came with a thousand stars behind her eyelids. He fell forward but caught himself with his hands before he fell on her.
“I love you, baby. God, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
The fact that he had told her before made it okay that he said it after sex, because she knew he meant it. It wasn’t just said in the heat of the moment.
Joel got up and rolled over on his side of the bed, still breathing heavily. He reached and took her hand in his. He held it as Jonathan pulled the covers over them all.
After a few minutes, she rolled over and kissed Joel on the lips, drawing his lower lip into her mouth before letting it go. Then she rolled over and did the same to Jonathan. Now she was satisfied.
* * * *
Several days later, someone knocked on the door again. This time when Jonathan answered the door, Brice and Garrett had four other men with them. He let them in, but had Leigh go upstairs while they talked.
Jonathan didn’t want her around the strange men. He didn’t know them even though Brice and Garrett vouched for them. He could tell she didn’t like it, but she didn’t fuss about it. He was proud of her.
“These are Brandon and Bolton, and Wyatt and Kent. They live on the other side of us and in back of us. They’re having as much trouble as we are and want to go with us to hunt the wolves,” Garrett said.
“Sounds good to me. I’m sure Joel will say the same thing. What about the women?” Jonathan wasn’t leaving Leigh alone again.
“I figure one of us and one of you will stay behind with the women. There are four of them altogether,” Brice said.
“Sounds good. When do you want to go?” Jonathan wondered if Joel really would go along with strangers being in the mix.
“We want to do this soon. How about the day after tomorrow in the afternoon. Say about two?” Garrett asked.
“Fine with me. I’ll have to check with Joel to be sure. One of us will come to your house tonight and let you know. Where are we putting the women?”
“We thought our house, as we have a nice-size cellar. We’ll put chairs down there for them and lamps. It’s the safest place for them,” Brice explained.
“I like that idea.” Jonathan figured Brice was right, and the cellar was the best place.
“Joel will be home in another two hours. I’ll discuss it with him and we’ll get back with you.”
“We best get back to our women. We left them with two other men and their woman.” Brice looked uncomfortable with having done it.
“It was nice to meet you guys. Hopefully we’ll see more of each other from now on. I think helping each other is going to be key to our survival from now on.”
Everyone said good-bye and Jonathan closed and locked the door behind them. He wasn’t surprised when Leigh came down the stairs the moment he had the door locked. She had probably been eavesdropping on the landing the entire time.
“Well, what do you think, since you were listening in?” Jonat
han teased her.
“I think it is a sound idea, but I’m going to worry about whichever one of you goes. I’m glad that one of you is going to stay with me, though. I won’t be quite as worried like that.”
“We’ll never leave you alone again, baby.” Jonathan pulled her in his arms and kissed her soundly on the lips. Then he drew a finger down her nose.
“I’m getting hungry. Better start dinner. Want to keep me company while I cook?” she asked.
“As long as I get to taste test.”
She heaved out a big sigh and shook her head. “You’re always hungry. Of course you can test the food. Just leave some for your brother. He’s going to be hungry when he gets in.”
She walked into the kitchen and looked over at the wood they had nailed up over the broken window. It sent shivers down her spine thinking about it. It was a solemn reminder of the wolf attack. She would be glad when they fixed it.
“Don’t worry, baby. We’re going to go to Sky Line and get a new window as soon as we take care of the wolf situation.”
“I know. I just hate seeing it. Now, what shall I cook tonight?”
Chapter Sixteen
Everyone gathered at Brice, Garrett, and Ronnie’s house on the afternoon agreed upon. Brice and Jonathan were staying behind to guard the women. The rest of the men were going hunting. Leigh chewed her nail at the thought of Joel out in the woods with a bunch of wild wolves.
“Leigh, baby. It will be fine,” Jonathan said, wrapping his arms around her.
“I can’t help but worry. They’re vicious animals. Why aren’t they scared of man anymore?”
Joel walked up and kissed her on the nose. “Because there are so few of us out here now. They’ve bred and had free run of the place. Now we’re moving back in and they’re threatened.”
“Please promise me you’ll be careful, Joel,” Leigh begged.
Joel pulled her out of Jonathan’s arms and hugged her.
“I’ll be careful, baby. We all will.” He let her go and looked up at Jonathan. “Take good care of her, brother.”
“Don’t worry. I will.”
The men all gathered together to go over their plans one last time. They shook hands all around before filing out the door. Brice locked the door behind them, and he and Jonathan herded the women to the kitchen and down the cellar stairs. It was arranged with thick blankets on the floor and blankets for them to wrap up in, as well as lanterns for light, food, and water.
“It’s a mini home away from home,” Leigh pointed out.
Ronnie laughed and huddled under a blanket. “I just wish we had a fireplace down here.”
“I’ll talk to Garrett about that, honey.” Brice sat down next to her and hugged her close.
Jonathan picked Leigh up and settled her on his lap on the floor. He wrapped the blanket around her, and then his arms.
“Heather, move over here between us so we can help keep you warm,” Jonathan said.
Heather hesitated then slid between Leigh and Ronnie, and Jessie. Brice wrapped the blanket around her and secured it.
“How’s that, Heather?” he asked.
“Good, thanks.”
“You’re married to Brandon and Bolton, right?” Brice asked.
“Um, yeah.”
“How far along are you?” Ronnie asked.
She blushed. “I’m six months.”
“I’m only a few weeks, I think.” Ronnie grinned at Heather.
Both women smiled at Leigh.
“Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not pregnant.”
“Yet,” Ronnie said with an even wider grin.
“Let’s not tempt fate here, Ronnie,” Jonathan said with a smile. “We’ve got to get past this wolf problem and get you two delivered before anyone else turns up that way.”
“How are Brandon and Bolton handling it?” Ronnie asked.
“They’re driving me crazy. I can’t do anything without one of them stopping me.”
Ronnie looked over at Garrett with a smirk. “Yeah, I know what you mean. They think that everything will be bad for the baby.”
Leigh smiled. She had a feeling that with the way Ronnie had said everything that she was referring to sex. The men must be worried it would hurt the baby. She sure hoped if she got pregnant she wouldn’t have that problem with her men.
She suddenly realized that she could remember her love for them now. It had all come back. They loved her and she loved them. Everything would be okay now. She grinned wide enough that Jonathan noticed when he looked over her shoulder.
“What are you grinning about?”
“I’ll tell you later,” she said, and leaned back into his arms.
They all settled down to wait. Heather and Ronnie both ended up going to sleep after a while. Leigh just couldn’t get settled enough to. She managed to finally get comfortable and warm, but remained awake worrying about the men. She didn’t want any of them to get hurt, but especially not Joel. He was hers.
After what seemed like all night long, the men returned in a cacophony of voices and noise. Everyone jumped to their feet and raced for the steps leading up to the kitchen. Brice and Jonathan managed to get between the women and the door.
“Hold up, ladies. Let us be sure what is going on first.” Brice lifted the board blocking the doors from opening and pushed open the door. Garrett met him at the doorway.
“We’ve got two wounded. They’ll be okay. If you can keep the women down there until we clean them up…”
“Not a chance,” Leigh said, bounding up the stairs. “You let me out. Jonathan! I want out right now.”
Jonathan wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Joel!” she yelled through the men trying to hold her back.
“Better let her out, guys. She’s going to hurt herself if you don’t.” Jonathan held her close to him as they walked through the door.
Joel lay on the kitchen table covered in blood. Leigh immediately broke free of Jonathan’s arms and went to him. Someone had removed his shirt already. There was blood all over his chest and abdomen.
“Joel? Can you hear me? Oh, God. We’ve got to stop the bleeding.” Leigh started feeling of him in an effort to locate the origin of all the blood.
“Easy, baby. Most of it’s not mine. I’m okay,” Joel said in a strained voice.
“What happened?” Jonathan asked.
“They surrounded us once we found them. We got a lot of them, but they managed to get a few bites in as well. How is Brandon?”
“Don’t know, man. I’ll go find out. Hang in there.” Jonathan squeezed Leigh’s hand and walked off.
“Where are you hurt?”
Brandon walked over with wet towels. “They got him on the shoulder.”
“Here, let me. I’ll clean him up. Then if he needs stitches one of you will have to do it. I don’t think I can.” Leigh took the wet towels and began to clean Joel’s shoulder and chest.
Joel hissed out a breath through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to be careful, Joel.” Tears slid down Leigh’s face.
“I know,” he said. “Don’t mind me. It’s going to hurt. Nothing you can do about it. It needs to be cleaned.”
Leigh went back to work on him, wincing every time he hissed or moaned. The bite proved to be deep, but there was no real tearing of the skin. She wasn’t even sure they could stitch the wounds closed. They might have to stay open to drain.
Jonathan walked back over. “He’s doing okay. He has a nasty tear on his chest that they’re going to have to sew up.”
“Jonathan, I don’t think they can sew up this. I think we’re going to have to leave it open to heal. What do you think?” Leigh moved back so that Jonathan could get a good look.
“Hmm. I think you’re right. We’ll keep it covered for a few days until it starts to heal so it stays clean. We’ll let Brice look at it, though. He was a paramedic.”
Ronnie walked over with a glass of water. “Here. He’s probably thirsty.�
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“Thanks, I hadn’t thought of that.”
Leigh walked back to Joel’s head on the opposite side of his injury and held the glass of water for him to sip on. He managed to lean up on his elbow to drink.
“Thanks, baby.”
“Okay, let me look at you.” Brice walked over and began probing Joel’s wound.
Leigh winced and finally turned away into Jonathan’s chest. She couldn’t stand to see Joel in pain.
“Yeah, it needs to stay open. Puncture wounds usually drain. Keep it covered for a few days. After that you can leave it open to air. If it gets puffy or oozes, boil it out with peroxide. I’ll do that now. Just wash it with warm, soapy water for now, but be sure it gets dry and stays dry.”
“Jonathan, we don’t have any peroxide. You used it all up on me.”
“I’ll give you a bottle of mine,” Ronnie said. “We have quite a bit.”
“Thanks. Brice, when can we go home?”
“As soon as he feels up to sitting up.”
“Jonathan, can you move him to the living room now that he’s quit bleeding? I need to clean up the kitchen.”
“Oh, no. I can do that, Leigh.” Ronnie held Leigh’s hands.
“No, you’re pregnant. You don’t need to deal with blood. Garrett, come get Ronnie.”
Garrett walked over with an indulgent smile. “What are you up to, honey?”
“She’s trying to clean up the kitchen, and she doesn’t need to do that. I can do it.” Ronnie crossed her arms.
“Leigh. You need to get Joel home and in bed. Brice and I will clean up the kitchen. I promise we won’t let Ronnie do it.”
“I feel bad about leaving this mess for you. I don’t mind cleaning it up.”
“No need for you to. Ronnie, get that bottle of peroxide for them, honey.”
Jonathan loaded Joel in the truck then came back for Leigh. She sat on the side of the door to keep Joel’s wounded shoulder off the door. She was a little softer than the door. He didn’t complain at all on the way home, but did some impressive cursing when Jonathan helped him out of the truck and up the steps to the house.
“Think I’m going to be sleeping on the couch for a night or two,” he said with a hiss when he sat down.
