Dragon's Heart: Melanie's Men

by T. Cobbin

  Melanie’s cheeks heated. She liked Brock and Cole, and she had loved their night together. But she was a school teacher, and she couldn’t do this…this threesome stuff. If someone did see the kisses, maybe she could explain it as long-lost family. Brock and Cole looked around, each of them seeming to sniff the air around them.

  “No one is around, sugar, just us.” Brock grinned, looking like he wouldn’t have cared if anyone had seen them.

  “Why are you here?” Melanie asked, annoyed, even as her body betrayed how she truly felt. Her nipples had tightened as soon as Brock’s skin had caressed over hers, and her panties dampened when Cole had added his touch. She knew she was in trouble.

  “We just so happen to have a few weeks off and decided to join you backpacking.”

  “You what?” she whispered angrily.

  “We are going backpacking with you.” Brock spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if she was hard of hearing.

  Melanie’s attention swung onto her best friend who started cackling beside her. Bobbie continued until she was roaring with laughter. What the fuck?

  “You’re supposed to be my friend,” she whispered bitterly.

  Turning from the small group, Melanie managed to stomp a few steps away before she was picked up and pulled against a hard-muscled body.

  “Hey now, sweetpea,” Cole whispered into her ear, hugging her back against his chest. “We just couldn’t stay away from you.” Slowly, he lowered her down his body, enough so she could feel his hardness resting at the top of her buttocks. As her feet touched the ground he ran his hands up her body until they rested on her shoulders and turned her to face him. “What harm will it do to let us accompany you? We have our own camping shit. We can keep you safe. Plus, on cold nights we can give you that little bit of extra warmth.” His face lit up with a beaming smile, and he looked so handsome, so carefree. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from echoing his smile.

  She supposed it wouldn’t do that much harm if they accompanied her. She planned to be far enough away from the prying eyes of the villagers that she would be free to do as she pleased. Who would know? Her lips curved up slightly. Having the men along couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

  * * * *

  Cole watched his little mate as she stood in front of him. He could almost visualize the cogs turning around in her brain. He watched fleeting emotions flicker through her eyes until she turned and stomped away.

  The last few weeks had been torture for both Brock and himself. For them to be so far away from their mate and not know if she was safe or not. The occasional texts weren’t enough. They had discovered from their work buddies that the group of female friends were heading in different directions over their holidays. Pete was planning to take his mate, Wendy, to his island. Amy had already moved in with Troy. Sarah had moved in with Dennenth. And from the rumors Cole had picked up around Dragon’s Heart, Bobbie also had her own admirer.

  Knowing their little mate would probably be spending her summer holiday on her own, Brock had invited her to join them. He’d been pissed when he received the polite no thank you text. After Cole had read it and quickly came up with a plan, Brock calmed down. Melanie was planning on backpacking around Britain for a few weeks. Cole was the sensible one out of the pair. He would go over their options, think things through, and come up with a logical and practical answer, whereas Brock could be headstrong and impulsive. Cole’s mother often described him as a bull in a china shop.

  After a week of planning and buying, Cole showed Brock two large backpacks with camping equipment in them. Although he was quietly pleased inside, Cole had dreaded this very moment when they’d tell her. Standing in front of her, the stunned look on her face and her friend still cackling behind them thinking it was highly funny, he felt fear when Melanie stomped away. He couldn’t let her go. He didn’t like that she was angry at them.

  Halting Brock from following her in case he made it worse, Cole went after her. She turned suddenly, bringing him to a stop. He caught a glimpse of her sweet lips lift in a half-smile. His bear roared inside of him, and his heart picked up its pace. Acceptance.

  “You stay in your own tent, right?” she asked, her hands settling on her hips.

  “Own tent, yes,” he agreed, nodding like a mad man. For now!

  “No hanky-panky?” An eyebrow lifted with her question.

  Cute. Cole nodded, he was unable to give a verbal answer to that question, because he didn’t want to outright lie. There would be a whole lot of hanky-panky if he and Brock had their way.

  “I mean it,” she warned. “I’m a school teacher, I have standards to meet.”

  Cole just carried on nodding, memories of the night they had spent together spinning around in his mind. Her cheeks had a pink tint to them now, just like they’d had that night after she came. His cock swelled, causing discomfort. It was trapped between the material of his shorts and his thigh.

  Melanie stared at him for a few minutes, seemingly summing up if he was telling the truth, or maybe she was contemplating allowing them to go with her. Cole knew damn well that where she went he and Brock were sure to follow. Seeing acceptance written over her sweet face, Cole felt relieved that getting together with Melanie on his holiday might be easier than he thought, and his smile grew wider.

  “Come on then.” She gestured for them to follow her.

  With a quick glance at a smiling Brock, they followed their little mate to her home.

  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Bobbie called out behind them.

  Melanie flashed her middle finger behind her and carried on walking.

  “Don’t hurt her, or me and my trusty superglue will find you,” Bobbie shouted out.

  Hurt Melanie? Neither he nor Brock would harm a hair on her head.

  Cole and Brock followed their mate inside her home. He studied the small two-bedroom cottage with fascination. Each corner held some kind of trinket; not a single dot of dust lingered, and he could imagine her dusting each piece lovingly. Melanie’s sweet aroma permeated from everywhere. There were photos of herself with her group of friends, but there wasn’t one image of her and an elder that would resemble a parent or family. He fingered one of the childish paintings adorning her fridge. If she didn’t have family, these must be from the children she taught. He made a metal note to ask her about that on their trip.

  His small female scurried around, mumbling to herself as she gathered the last few bits she needed. She’d changed from her teacher’s outfit to shorts that came just above her knee and a large, loose t-shirt that looked a size bigger than she was. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail on top of her head. She was gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to get her naked again.

  “I was planning on leaving tomorrow morning.” She sighed. “But with you arriving...” She pointed at both him and Brock. “It just brought that forward to tonight.”

  “I told you, sweetpea, there is nothing stopping us from doing that,” Brock said, pulling their woman into his arms.

  She pushed against Brock’s chest with a disgruntled and panicked look on her face. “Stop it, someone might see.”

  She turned her head toward her window and then to her front door that was being held open by her rucksack. She breathed out a sigh of relief. She seemed so worried to be seen with them, and Cole didn’t like it.

  “Then pack faster,” Brock said, releasing Melanie. After placing a kiss on her forehead, he stepped toward the front door. “Shall I put this in the boot?” He nudged her rucksack with his foot.

  “Yes,” she barked at him. “All I have to do now is lock up.” She growled. Cole found the sound cute and immediately envisioned her growling around his cock, the noise vibrating down his shaft as he fucked her mouth.

  With one last glance around his mate’s sweet little house, he followed Brock out to their Range Rover, his hard-on pressing uncomfortably against the crotch of his shorts.

  Chapter 9

  Melanie stomped around
her cottage one last time, making sure everything was turned off and all the windows and doors were locked. She had planned to set off from her place tomorrow morning, but now that had changed because two gorgeous, hunky men that she’d spent one night with had turned up. She didn’t want to turn them away, but she couldn’t let the men stay in her house tonight either. That would be the talk of the village. Another thing she couldn’t do as planned was start her trek from her house, because then the men’s car would have to be left outside her house, which again would encourage talk. Part of her couldn’t believe she had agreed to let them join her, but the other part was ecstatic and wanted to do all the naughty things she was thinking about.

  Before closing her front door, she peered around one more time, then she locked up. At the school, she had felt a finality to locking the school gates. As she pulled the key from her front door, it felt the same.

  “Ready, sweetpea?” Brock asked. He was holding the front passenger door open for her.

  “Yeah, let’s go.”

  Before the men had turned up and changed things, she’d already made a few plans of time, considering various camping sites, working out prices, walking distances, etcetera. The beginning of her trip had changed a little now. The plan was they would drive to Dover, leave their car in a long-stay car park there, and then walk north. It wasn’t a massive change. She’d still be doing the hiking she wanted, she’d just be going with a couple of hunky men.

  The drive didn’t take more than an hour, and on the way she sent each of her friends a quick text message before searching for a new camping site for tonight and turning off her phone.

  “Well, it’s not a real loss starting from Dover, we can see a good few sites. The cliffs, tea rooms, and there’s even a camping site after about a two-hour walk.”

  “So, I have to ask,” Brock said as he parked and turned off the engine. “How many man tent do you have?”

  “Why?” Melanie asked, twisting in her seat to stare at him.

  He looked at her with a smirk. “Just tell me,” he replied, stubbornness written all over his face.

  “I have a one-man tent, with a single person sleeping bag.”

  “Well, if you want, we can just take ours. It’s big enough for all of us.”

  Melanie opened her mouth to stop him before he went any further, but he held up his hand.

  “Hear me out. The tent is big enough that you can have your own compartment. I just thought it would lighten your load a little.”

  “My tent isn’t that heavy, and I have done this sort of thing before.”

  What she didn’t say was she had lived off the land since she was fourteen. She’d coped on her own with just a tent and whatever fit in her rucksack. Summers had been easy enough to find cash in hand jobs. Farmers, especially those who grew fruit, often needed helping hands. She done everything from picking apples to working long hours in fields training hobs. Damn, that was a hard job. She had spent hours on her knees plucking weeds from around the small vines and winding them around canes. Some people just didn’t know what went into making their beer. Her hands had been red raw some nights.

  This hiking holiday was something she did every so often, especially when significant birthdays came around. She would be turning thirty in a few months and had worked hard to achieve everything she had now. Her tiny cottage and everything in it was hers. But there was a time she had nothing. She felt she had to remind herself from time to time, just to keep her feet firmly on the ground. She also liked to see just how far she had come with all her hard work.

  “Well?” Brock asked.

  Melanie frowned. Her thoughts had run away with her. What was his question? Oh yeah, share their tent. Again, she had a quick inner debate. She didn’t mind her little tent, but it was getting old. Sharing a tent would save money, paying for one camping slot instead of two. But would they get ideas? Most of all, would she get ideas? She fought hard to hide a smile. You’re not in the village now.

  “Okay, you win. I’ll share your tent, but only if I get a compartment to myself.”

  “Deal.” Duo agreements came from the men instantly, smiles on their faces lighting up like light bulbs.

  You may look like you won the fight, but only because I let you, she told them in her mind.

  “Right then, let’s get going, time’s a wasting,” Cole said cheerily, exiting the car.

  The hike over the white cliffs of Dover was exhilarating. The sea air, the birds, the sound of the waves thrashing against the cliffs below, it was refreshing. It was a few hours later they reached the Kingsdown International Camping Ground, just as the sun was beginning to set. It didn’t take long to pay for a slot for the night. The people who owned the place were chatty and quite excitable. Cole and Brock paid for the slot before Melanie had dug out her purse. It irked her a little, but then she also summed up it would save a few more pennies for later. She wasn’t going to allow something so trivial as letting them pay spoil her holiday.

  “Wow, it’s pretty nice here,” Cole said, looking around.

  “Yep,” Melanie agreed. “I haven’t been to this site before. Let’s get the tent put up. It’s getting dark.”

  “Why don’t you leave that to us,” Brock suggested. “You go get a shower, and it will be up by the time you get back.”

  Melanie wasn’t sure about that, it seemed to be the cheating way to camping. Putting up the tent and getting sweaty was all part of the process. “I don’t know. More hands make light work,” she offered.

  Cole slid up to her, dropping his large rucksack on the ground before hugging her to his body. The skin on his arms skimmed along hers as he wrapped his around her waist. She melted into his folds unintentionally. With her head laying on his chest, she could hear the steady beat of his heart.

  “Take the shower. Let us take some care of you, eh? Plus, it was our fault that you started your trip unexpectedly.”

  Cole was right, she would be in her bed tonight if they hadn’t turned up. But still…

  As if sensing she was about to say no, Cole pleaded with one word. “Please?” One of his fingers slipped under her chin and raised it enough for him to peer into her eyes. Pleading dark orbs met hers.

  Looking over the men, she was a little disappointed to see they showed no display of the walk they had taken. No sweat patches, not even the slightest look of fatigue showed on their handsome faces. And there she was feeling both sweaty and tired. She was sure when she took off her top there would be a huge sweat patch between her shoulder blades. Did she smell too? Perhaps she should shower. “Okay, okay. You win again.”

  Cole pressed a light kiss to her lips before releasing her. She was stunned to feel an emptiness in her chest when he did. Picking up her rucksack, she headed for the restrooms.

  The building that held the conveniences contained two shower cubicles with thin doors and several toilets. It was a lot cleaner than some of the places she had used over the years. After finding a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in, she dug out her toiletries and then quickly stripped after turning the water on. The water sluicing over her body felt decadent. The weather had been hot and sticky today. It had seemed even worse when she’d been stuck in her classroom. Now, being closer to nature and out in the open, she felt better. She loved her job, but she also loved being outside.

  She soaped her sponge and worked it over her body, the bubbles stroking her skin. She tilted her head left and right, allowing the water to wash away the perspiration she’d gathered while walking. With the water licking at her skin, thoughts of the night she had spent with her men flooded her mind. Cole’s hands tweaking her nipples. Brock drawing her engorged clit into his mouth. It had been fantastic. Her body came to life thinking about that night. Thinking about where the men’s hands had been, she slid her own down her body toward her wet core. Inside she delved, pushing in two of her fingers. Her breasts lifted and dropped with her panting as she continued to think of the men’s hands over her body. She felt d
ownright dirty, and yet she didn’t care. No one could see her.

  It was her body, wasn’t it? She wasn’t hurting anyone. A cold shudder went through her, and her fingers dropped from encircling her clit. She couldn’t lose her job. She wouldn’t go back to having nothing. She had struggled so much to get where she was. Sighing, she fought against her inner demons. No one was looking. No one knew her there. No one was judging her there…but herself. What was wrong with a little kink in her sex life?

  Fuck it! Shutting her inner demons out, she dropped the sponge and began caressing the soapy bubbles over her breast with one hand and widened her legs to again encircle her sensitive nub with the other. Leaning her forehead against the tiled wall, she thought of Cole and Brock. Her hips bucked against her fingers. She tugged at her nipple, the hard bud stiffening even more.

  She couldn’t forget the feel of Brock’s cock inside her, the way he pounded. The slight grunt that left him each time he was embedded deep inside her. The way Cole’s balls slapped against her arse. She’d begged them several times over that night to make her cum. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought two gorgeous men like those two would want to sleep with her. And yet she wanted—needed—to feel them inside her again.

  Her orgasm rushed through her. She bit down on her bottom lip so not to make a sound, in case someone was in the building. But her peak wasn’t like the ones she’d experienced the night both Brock and Cole had made her come over and over. Her legs had felt boneless then, her arms like limp noodles. This one was weak, it only left her...wanting more.

  Quickly, she finished washing. Turning off the water, she dried and dressed. Folding the damp towel over her arm and picking up her rucksack, she walked back through the camping site. Seeing a large green tent all set up in their plot, she was surprised. She hadn’t been in the shower that long, had she? The tent was bigger than she thought, and to the side of it was a hotplate with two sauce pans on it. Something that smelled delicious was bubbling away inside one and water boiled in the other. Christ, these men worked fast.