by T. Cobbin
“Hey there, sweetpea. All clean?” Brock asked, ducking his head as he came out of the tent.
Had he heard her coming? All he had on was a pair of tight shorts, and his skin glistened as if he were covered in baby oil. His chest was hairless, and each of his firm pecs had small brown erect nipples, the left one nearly hidden by his bear tattoo. Then there was his six-pack, all those tight muscles covered with lovely, gleaming, tanned skin. It was if he himself had just stepped out of a shower. All she could do was stare at the handsome being in front of her.
“Melanie?” He stepped toward her.
She glanced up, meeting his eyes. “Sorry, I um…” What could she say? Sorry, I went a bit gozzy eyed over your fantastic body. You have a body that turns this woman on. “You look…wet.” Wet? Oh, my flaming God, how dumb did that sound.
Brock’s face broke into a beaming smile. “I just got back from the showers myself,” he said.
Had he heard her? Did she make a sound? How the hell had he gotten there and back so quickly, as well as putting the tent up? So many questions flickered through her mind.
“You put this up, showered, and got back here before me?” she asked incredulously.
Brock nodded and knelt beside the hotplate. Picking up a spoon, he stirred the pan with the food in it. The delicious aroma mixed in with the scents around her caused her stomach to growl.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Definitely. Where do I put this? Which side is mine?” she asked, holding up her backpack, and trying to cover her embarrassment of her gurgling tummy. She was famished. She loved hiking, but her appetite always picked up. For as many years as she’d been taking trips like this, she had never lost that extra bit of weight that she deemed herself fat for having.
“Whatever one you wish. But…” He paused.
She waited. With the amount of mirth he had mixed into his dark brown orbs, she knew some funny arsed comment was going to be thrown her way.
“If you choose the wrong side—the side we have chosen—you will have company.” His wide grin from earlier had simmered down to a cocky one.
She decided to wipe it off his face. “Well then, being it’s a nice night, I’ll just put my sleeping bag out here. That way I won’t choose wrong, will I?”
She made her point by pulling her old but sturdy sleeping bag out of her rucksack and unrolling it on the ground beside the tent. She could have just stuck her head in the compartments to see which side had their stuff in it, but she was stubborn.
“Then we will join you,” Brock said, looking more tenacious than she felt.
“But you just said you had already chosen your side, so why would you join me out here?” She stood staring at him. The smirk on his face wasn’t there anymore.
“I was only joking.” His tone had changed from funny to apologetic.
“I know,” she said. “But I’m not.” She dropped her arse down on her sleeping bag and laid down, looking at the night sky. It was a wonderful night, and the stars were so bright, sparkling like diamonds.
A deep growl filled the air, and she immediately jumped up and looked around. Was there a wild dog in the woods? She had no worries about wolves, bears, and all those big beasts, because there wasn’t those kinds of things in Britain. But still, big stray dogs could be out there.
Cole stepped out of the tent, staring straight at Brock. “What’s going on out here?”
“Our fucking female is a stubborn arse.” Brock growled. It was then Melanie realized the alarming sound she’d heard had come from Brock. She’d never known such a menacing sound could come from a human being.
“That was you that growled? You scared me, you fucking moron.”
Brock’s face softened instantly to one of guilt. Melanie had also caught the ‘our female’ part too, but she chose to ignore it.
“You never have to be frightened of us, or around us, sweetpea. We would protect you with our lives,” Brock declared.
Before she knew he had moved, she was engulfed in his arms. Fuck, he moved fast. Taking a single second to feel his comfort, she pushed at his chest and took a step back. He was bigger and stronger than she was. She knew if he hadn’t voluntarily released her, no matter how much she fought, she’d still be tightly wrapped in his arms.
“I don’t need your protection. I am quite capable of looking after myself,” she informed Brock, looking up into his burning eyes. “I have been looking after myself for a very long time, which means I don’t need some thick head who thinks just because…” She paused and lowered her voice. “Just because I slept with him once he has the right to look after me.” She hissed. “You invited yourself on this trip. I left my tent behind because you said I could share yours. Not your sleeping bag, but the tent. It was logical. Now…” She kicked at her sleeping bag. “It’s been a long day, and I’m tired.”
“You will sleep inside, female.” He scowled at her.
Melanie stood straight, taking the small step forward she’d just taken back. She lifted her chin defiantly and puffed her chest out, her breasts touching just below Brock’s firm pecs. “You don’t tell me—”
Large, warm hands pulled at her stomach, interrupting her. She felt Cole’s breath on her ear. His scent surrounded her. She couldn’t help but instantly relax against him, but that didn’t stop her from giving Brock her death stare.
“Don’t fight with him, love,” Cole whispered in her ear. “He is a stubborn bastard. He could keep an argument going for weeks, believe me. You won’t win.”
“I will win,” she replied. Me and my superglue.
“Come on, let’s get you settled inside.” Cole picked up her sleeping bag, then placed a hand on her lower back and steered her inside the tent.
Chapter 10
Brock wanted to pick his female up and spank her backside until it was bright red. Angry? He was more than fucking angry. Stubborn arsed female. Sleep outside, my arse. He watched Cole lead her inside the tent with a pang of jealousy. Cole had his hands on her. A moment ago her breasts had been leaning against his chest. Damn, she was one fine female.
Kneeling, he turned the hotplate off. “Dinner’s done,” he said low enough he knew Cole would hear him. “I’m going for a run.”
There were plenty of woods around the campsite, but with so many hikers and people close by it wouldn’t be safe to let his beast out. He had to satisfy himself with just running in his human form. He stewed while he ran, his feet pelting the ground with a steady beat. The bear inside of him, beating the inside of his skin, wanting to return to his mate. Go to mate, he grumbled. He wanted her close to him, inside his sleeping bag, with his cock firmly embedded deep inside her cunt. Damn, now he was thinking like his bear. Gradually, his temper cooled, and he smiled.
His female was fierce, strong-willed, and fucking gorgeous. What the hell was he doing running when he could be eating and eventually coaxing her to sleep with them? He turned back toward the campsite, following his own scent back. By the time he arrived he could hear Cole and Melanie laughing together. Shit. He’d screwed up letting his temper get the better of him. He could be sitting with them now. Sighing, he grabbed a towel and walked off to the showers.
It was quiet by the time he returned to the tent. Cole greeted him with a bowl of stew that had been cooking earlier. “She’s gone to brush her teeth.”
“I messed up, huh?”
Cole sat down and gestured for Brock to do the same.
“She just… She… Fuck!” Brock exclaimed. “She has me in knots.”
“I did that to you too, if I remember correctly.” Cole chuckled. “You screwed up orders for weeks when I started to work with you. Every time I was near you all you wanted to do was fuck me.”
“That was the beast inside me,” Brock defended himself. “And you can’t tell me you didn’t want to do the same.”
“Yeah, yeah. I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.” Cole nodded, smirking.
“Fuck off,” Brock mumbled and tucked into
his still warm meal.
Cole picked up the utensil and pans they had used for cooking. “I’ll take these to wash when you’re finished. I reckon it will be an early start.” He grinned.
“If she were in our bed, it wouldn’t be,” Brock grumbled.
“Well, you screwed that up. Just have to put up with me,” Cole bit back.
“Not just you.” Brock softened. He didn’t want to piss off two mates. Placing his now empty bowl on the ground, he stood, pulling Cole into his arms. Pots, pans, and utensils slipped onto the grass. He gripped his mate’s face. “I love you. I always will.”
“I love you too. You need to go easy on our little female. She has a fiery temper like yours.”
Brock grabbed hold of Cole’s nape and pulled him in close enough to kiss his man. Gaining entrance, he slipped his tongue inside his mouth. Cole moaned and pushed his pelvis into Brock’s. Brock bucked back.
The sweet aroma of honey bread wafted over him. His other mate was near. That drove his lust higher. He cupped Cole’s backside with his other hand and pulled his hips roughly toward his, bumping their clothed cocks together.
With Brock’s arousal, Cole’s, and now his female’s pheromones in the air, his cock swelled to bursting. Cole’s hands moved from his shoulders and skimmed down his back to cup his arse. Cole gently squeezed Brock’s buttocks, proving that he wanted Brock just as much as Brock wanted him.
Cole broke their kiss and looked around. “We need to take this inside,” he whispered.
Brock glanced toward Melanie. He wanted her along with them, tucked between he and Cole.
“Please, Brock,” Cole begged. “I need you.”
Brock knew Cole was trying to divert his attention off their little female. To give her time to adjust being with them. He gave her a small smile.
“Lock up will you, please.” He smiled and pushed Cole inside the tent.
As soon as they were inside their compartment, he zipped it up and stripped off his shorts. “On your knees,” he ordered Cole quietly, his voice hoarse. “Take me into your mouth. Deep. Suck me hard.”
Cole dropped to his knees without question. He took Brock’s shaft in his hands, then slide it between his lips. Brock watched avidly, feeling the slid of Cole’s velvet tongue as it slipped along the underside of his cock. Brock gritted his teeth to stop himself from coming. The thought of their little female just a few inches away driving him to the brink.
“Yes,” he whispered, sighing deeply. Grabbing hold of Cole’s hair, he entwined the short strands through his fingers and began fucking his face.
Cole couldn’t quite take Brock’s whole member into his mouth, he was too long for that. So instead, Cole grasped Brock’s cock at the base while using his other hand to gently caress Brock’s balls. Cole swiped his tongue along the thick vein under his cock, around the lip of his mushroomed head, and then over the tip. He did this several times, making Brock groan. Cole drew Brock in and out of his mouth, and before Brock knew it he was close to coming.
“Stop,” he ordered and pulled at Cole’s hair. “I need inside of you. Lay down.”
Again, Cole did as Brock ordered. Before laying down on their sleeping bag, he pulled his own shorts off, dropping them to the ground. His cock bobbed in the air, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.
“Don’t I get to fuck you tonight?” Cole asked quietly, lust burning in his dark orbs.
Brock reached inside their backpack and pulled a tube of lube out. Never leave home without it. Dropping to his own knees, he took hold of Cole’s rigid member and stroked it.
“If you don’t cum before me.” Brock smirked.
Cole squeezed his eyes shut for a second, and when he opened them, Brock saw determination. “Then get your hands off my cock and play fair.”
“When have you known me to play fair?” Brock mocked. He gave Cole one last tight squeeze, then released him.
Cupping his own cock, he lubed it up and moved between Cole’s legs. Leaning down over top of his male, he placed his hands either side of Cole’s shoulders and kissed Cole with untold passion. He poured all his emotions into that embrace: the guilt he felt for pissing off their mate, and the fact it was his fault she wasn’t there in between them now. Deep down he felt he needed to make it up to Cole. He wanted to show the love he felt for both of them. A few prods and he found Cole’s puckered hole. Slowly, he pushed inside him. Cole’s legs lifted and wound around his waist. Cole held onto his biceps as Brock began to thrust.
He pressed deep inside until his balls bounced off Cole’s arse cheeks. Over and over he pounded into the man, the sound of slick sex filling the air, along with small grunts and groans that couldn’t be held in. Sounds of their passion filled Brock’s ears. He wanted to roar out the intense feeling of being inside his mate, but there was only a sheet of cloth that stopped everyone else around them from hearing, and he had noticed Melanie didn’t like others knowing certain things. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of being with him and Cole, it was something else. So, for her, he tried to keep their lovemaking quiet. But nothing could stop the sound of skin slapping against skin. His orgasm built to a crescendo. With a jerk, he came inside of Cole, and his teeth sank into Cole’s right pec just above his bear tattoo at the same time. He filled his male with his seed and his scent.
Before he had time to fully soften, Cole pushed against his chest and wrestled Brock onto his stomach.
“I didn’t come, my mate, but I will now!” Cole whispered in his ear.
Cole was more the submissive partner in their relationship, but occasionally, when eagerness got the better of him, he proved himself assertive. Brock loved it when Cole wrestled him back.
“Smell the air,” Cole ordered.
Taking a deep breath, he realized why Cole had told him to do that. Melanie’s feminine aroma mixed in with her arousal was faint, but it was there. Cole was lubed and pressing his hard shaft at Brock’s arse before he had time to reply. He relished the delectable feeling of Cole’s shaft as he inserted himself deep inside his backside. Filling him up, making him feel full. A long, low groan came from Cole and vibrated along Brock’s spine. The more Brock panted, the more of their female’s scent he brought into his lungs, and it amped up his own passion. He was semi-hard again.
Cole’s tongue laved over his neck; his mate was so wound up he had no pattern to his thrusts. Cole’s fingers dug deep into Brock’s hips as he bucked behind him. Cole licked over Brock’s mate mark, and with a final surge, Cole came, his teeth sinking into Brock’s neck. His cock jerked inside him as he came hard and fast.
* * * *
There was no mistaking the sounds of sex coming from the next compartment. Melanie couldn’t help the way it made her body feel. The occasional grunts and groans, along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, were driving her mad. Her breasts ached and her clit throbbed. She knew if she would just finger herself, she’d reach an orgasm, but after the limp one earlier, she couldn’t bear to have another like that. Unzipping her sleeping bag, she quietly slipped out of the tent. She gathered up all the pots, pans, and dirty utensils and began walking across the campsite.
Other than a barking dog and a small party of campers cooking a late meal, it was quiet. The night air was cool and refreshing. The utility room where patrons could wash their bits and pieces already contained one male occupant doing his dishes. Moving to the sink beside him, she smiled and nodded, acknowledging him. He seemed young, and he wasn’t what she would call handsome either. He had what looked like a day of whiskers on his face, his nose was long and lean, and he wasn’t much taller than herself. But for someone as small and young as he looked, he had some muscle on him. He was wearing a black Iron Maiden t-shirt along with knee-length black shorts and an old pair of flip-flops.
“Nice night, isn’t it?” she asked, filling the sink with water.
The bloke looked at her and nodded after a second or two. “Lovely night for camping. In fact, any night is.” He quietly chu
ckled. “Although I do especially love it when it rains.”
She wasn’t surprised to hear that. She often chatted with fellow campers, and it was something she heard a lot. When it rained, the pitter-patter of the raindrops against the tent gave her a soothing balm all the way to her soul. It would seem she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it or found it peaceful. “I love it when it rains too. The smell and the sound…it’s calming.”
The bloke hummed and went back to his dishes. Suddenly, he lifted his head and looked around. He seemed to be sniffing the air.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Umm, yeah…uh…just getting a cold I think. Can I borrow your dishtowel? I forgot mine.” He pointed toward the small towel she had over one shoulder.
“Sure.” Melanie handed the man the towel with a smile.
“You here for long?” he asked.
“No, just for the night. In fact, this was a spur-of-the-moment stop. What about you?”
“I’ve been here for a few days, but I’m thinking about moving on, hiking up north a bit more. Maybe hitting Ramsgate or Margate.”
Melanie nodded. Earlier, she and Cole had briefly looked campsites on her phone to see where to hit next. It was about a five-hour walk, along with seeing some sites, before they would hit the next campsite. She’d talked it over with Cole and they decided to stay and enjoy the sea air there for a few nights before setting off again.
Cole had admitted that he’d never been camping before, although when he was growing up his father had built him a treehouse and he’d spent many nights in it. She’d already guessed the tent was new. It didn’t have that earthy smell that one would normally have if it had been used regularly. It was then she realized what extent the men had gone to in order to join her on the trip and get to know her.
The man beside her handed back her towel, then started picking up his bits and pieces.
