Unleashing Seduction [Seducing Them 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Hunter held her tightly, his fingers massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

  “Oh god, that feels good.”

  She leaned back against him, and Damien unzipped her shorts. Jaz’s eyes slid shut as Hunter sucked her neck while teasing her breasts, and then Damien’s mouth was on her cunt, his tongue licking her slit.

  “God, yes, please.”

  Her shorts and panties had vanished, so she widened her legs, and Damien’s head was right there, his lips sucking her clit then his tongue teasing her delicate flesh while his hands held her open for his attention.

  And all the while, Hunter worked his magic on her breasts, his mouth now on her earlobe, now licking her chin. She turned her head toward him, and he possessed her lips, his tongue fucking her mouth in time to Damien’s tongue in her cunt.

  Her hips thrust wildly into Damien’s touch, her breasts pushed up into Hunter’s hands, and her entire body was on fire with the need to come. Never had she been touched by two men at once, and it was mind-bogglingly good. Her brain was hardly able to process all the amazing ways they were arousing her. Too much was happening simultaneously for her to comprehend it all.

  “Would you like to come?” Hunter’s husky voice breathed hot air into her ear with every syllable he spoke.

  “Hell yes.”

  “I think we can arrange that.” Damien had lifted his mouth from her cunt to speak and then replaced it over her clit, sucking hard.

  “Oh.” Damn, he did that well.

  Hunter put her arm around his waist, moved side on to her, and sucked her breast into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the nipple as he pinched the other one with his fingers.

  Jaz moaned, her orgasm a very real presence deep inside her belly. As they sucked, stroked, and petted her skin, Jaz’s nerves were in overload. So many sexy touches, so much erotic input, so many hands, mouths, and experiences all happening at once.

  The two men must have been communicating with each other somehow because Hunter bit her nipple at the exact same time as Damien bit her clit. The level of carnality was overwhelming. Jaz groaned and climaxed, the orgasm racing through her body, shaking her to her bones, and leaving her limp and wobbling in the arms of the men.

  Hunter scooped her into his arms and sat her inside the truck. She hadn’t even noticed one of them opening the cab door, but a soft bark reminded her of Phideaux, and she opened her eyes wide enough to see him lying down, stretched along the backseat.

  “Thanks for thinking of him,” she mumbled.

  “Some things we don’t need an audience for,” said Hunter.

  She giggled and then looked around. “Where are my clothes?”

  “I gave them to Phideaux to mind. I thought it might make him happier about getting back in the truck,” said Hunter.

  Damn, the man was smart. She hadn’t heard a noise from Phideaux, so clearly Hunter’s plan had worked.

  There was just one thing both men had forgotten. Their own enormous erections.

  “But what about both of you? Don’t you need a little help right now? A little more thank you?” she asked.

  “About that…” Damien stopped and stared at her, so she nodded for him to continue.

  “I live all alone, and I have a very big bed. I was hoping you and Hunter would come home with me tonight. We could spend as long as we liked saying thank you to each other and give each other a lot more things to be grateful for as well.”

  “Phideaux could come with us. We could put down bedding and food for him in the laundry,” added Hunter.

  Jaz wanted to say yes. In fact she was desperate to say, “Hell, yes,” but one thing confused her. “Do you both often spend the night together?”

  Damien snorted, and Hunter laughed.

  “We’re not gay or bisexual. We both like women,” said Damien.

  “But we’d like to share you. Both of us to pleasure you, all night long,” added Hunter.

  How could she say no to an invitation like that? A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a ménage. Fuck yes. “I’d like that, too, please.”

  * * * *

  Hunter leaned his hip against the fender of the truck and watched as Damien walked through the cemetery again and Jaz got dressed. She was incredibly quick and neat. All she’d been wearing after that orgasm was her boots and socks, yet she’d wiggled into panties and shorts, bra and T-shirt in a few seconds.

  “Would you like to see around the store now, or shall we drive some more?” he asked her.

  “I’d like to see the store. It’s not dangerous, is it? I don’t want Phideaux to get hurt.”

  “Will he stay with you?” asked Hunter, worried about the giant dog potentially smashing down a wall in search of a rodent or snake.

  “He’ll be good, won’t you, buddy?”

  The dog barked, and Jaz tapped her knee. Phideaux jumped out of the truck and stood at her side, just as placidly as he’d done when they’d first arrived here. Which was completely different from his behavior the day he’d chased the snake and almost gotten himself bitten.

  “Is it just snakes he doesn’t like? It’s possible he might smell some around here.”

  They walked down the track back toward the old store. Hunter watched her lithe legs move so smoothly and neat little butt wiggle as she walked.

  “No, it was all a misunderstanding. Usually after we’ve been driving for a while we get out and Phideaux and I play until he’s burned off some excess energy. He was expecting that and didn’t realize this time was a bit different because I didn’t have my shoes on. I’d turned off the air-conditioning to try to help conserve my gas, and then I’d had to kick off my sandals because my feet were too sweaty and were sliding around inside them, and it wasn’t safe to drive like that. By the time I got my shoes on, he’d gone.”

  It all sounded weird to Hunter, but he was confident she was telling the truth. The dog certainly seemed to be very well trained over all.

  They walked all around the old building, he and Damien pointing out the ancient water tank where horses and cattle had been able to drink, a lean-to where animals had sheltered in the rare, inclement weather, and the old store itself. It was basically just one big room, with the owner’s tiny home behind it.

  “A bedroom, a kitchen, and an outdoor bathroom. True pioneering style,” said Jaz.

  “Almost all their time would have been spent in the store. That’s where people would meet and talk,” said Hunter.

  “You can still see where there used to be a long, shaded verandah where people would sit and eat or drink or just rest before heading home again,” added Damien.

  “I suppose it was the social center for the people hereabouts,” said Jaz.

  “Yes, but there were never all that many people. The land won’t support them. There isn’t the water, for a start. People did manage to run a few cattle, there are still some wild bighorn sheep around, and desert critters are good eating if you’re hungry,” he said.

  “Some of the plants are edible. Cactus, for a start, and some of the shrubs have berries. Likely a few families had their own small gardens like Mrs. Wishram did, too,” added Damien.

  “I can see the attraction. The air is very clean, the sunshine is amazing, and the ability to look to the horizon must have been a real delight for people who’d been crammed into tiny apartment blocks in the cities,” said Jaz.

  Hunter wondered if that was her. If she was willing to do this job, likely her previous jobs hadn’t made her rich. He’d loved growing up out here, but because they were a family of werewolves, being here had freed them from a lot of the complications city living would have imposed on them. Here, no one would notice a wolf running across the desert at night. Even if someone happened to be driving past and did see them, they’d just assume it was a coyote, a bobcat, or possibly a mountain lion.

  When he was sure she’d finished looking at the store, they walked back to the truck. He drove toward Damien’s house by a different route, letting Damien poi
nt out some interesting rock formations and a small oasis of stunted trees where water wasn’t far from the surface.

  He approached Damien’s home from the back, pulling the truck into the barn, which was empty since Damien’s truck was still at the store.

  Damien caught his eye and climbed out of the vehicle, saying to Jaz, “Let me show you why my family settled here.”

  “Apart from the fact it’s halfway between the old and new Junctionville? Oh, wait, that won’t work because your ancestors were here before the road was built.”

  “Yes.” Hunter didn’t elaborate. This was the Hall family’s find and Damien’s story to tell.

  They walked out past the barn, farther into the desert and up a slope. What appeared to be just a large pile of rocks was revealed as a circle of rocks hiding a basin in the center and, in that basin, was water. Hunter had loved coming here as a boy. He and Damien, and sometimes Hawk or Stone as well, had splashed around the shallow water, skipping rocks across the top, floating boats made of sticks and leaves, and eating picnic lunches sitting on the edge with their legs and feet in the water.

  Damien’s parents never let them stay out here once the light began to fade though because sometimes animals came to drink the water, and there were still coyotes, bobcats, and mountain lions in the desert. Not that he believed those animals would come so close to where people lived even if they were thirsty.

  “Water! How amazing,” said Jaz.

  Phideaux gave a sharp bark and jumped into the small pool, standing knee-deep in the water and drinking a few mouthfuls. Then he rolled in it, wetting his fur thoroughly. Hunter was sure the dog was smiling. Likely his fur was making him hotter than they were, and he and Damien were used to the heat.

  Jaz laughed at him and then asked, “Is it okay for him to play in it? Should I make him get out?”

  “No, he’s fine. He’s enjoying himself. Other animals come here to drink as well, although mostly they’re a lot smaller than Phideaux.”

  “What sort of animals? I haven’t seen anything except for that snake and a few birds, although you did tell me there are some sheep and cattle here.”

  “Squirrels, foxes, rats, hawks, eagles, vultures, although not all at once of course. Not even all in the same week. The animals have their own favorite places to drink and rest, and this isn’t one of them because they tend to stay away from people. But the water is the reason my ancestors settled here originally.”

  “For the water?” asked Jaz.

  “Not exactly,” said Hunter, wondering if she would work out the real reason.

  “Oh, I see. You’ve got a rainwater tank for the house.”

  Hunter smiled at her. “You’re thinking like a city person. The average rainfall here is about seven inches a year. Up north you can get that much in a day.”

  ‘You’re right. It’s more like forty inches a year in Ohio. Let me think. Oh, I see. For the animals. The animals will come to drink, and that means you can catch them and will never starve.”

  Damien clapped, and Phideaux, surprised by the noise, jumped out of the water and shook himself, spraying droplets all over them all. It was still hot so Hunter didn’t mind. But he was more than ready to move this party along. They needed to eat yet, before they could go to bed.

  Damien was evidently thinking the same sorts of things as him.

  “Let’s go to the house now. I’ll show you around while Hunter fires up the grill to cook us our supper.”

  He and Damien bumped fists and headed back down the slope to the house.

  * * * *

  It wasn’t until Damien unlocked the door and ushered Jaz inside that he wondered what she’d think of his home. Surprise guests were rare out here. Although his home was on a track between Junctionville and Burton, to the west, and Towler, about two hundred fifty miles south, locals mainly drove the most direct route across the desert, ignoring tracks, and visitors stayed on the main road.

  Very rarely someone would arrive unexpectedly. It’d only happened a handful of times in his lifetime. He even locked the house these days while he was at the gas station all day, whereas in his childhood his parents had never locked the door. They’d always assumed if someone was visiting they ought to be able to rest inside until the host arrived home.

  Damien tried to look at his home through a stranger’s eyes, but he couldn’t. He supposed he ought to have swept the floor, but there wasn’t much dust around. He liked to have all the windows open in the evenings to cool the place down, and that meant some dust got in as well, but there’d been no dust storms lately, so it wasn’t too bad.

  He took a package of hot dogs out of the freezer and handed them to Hunter and then remembered he was feeding a huge dog as well and got out a second package. Hunter had opened the pantry and grabbed a few onions and a sharp knife. He went off to ready the grill and Damien left him to do it, knowing he was familiar with the kitchen and would find whatever he needed.

  “Come with me,” he said to Jaz.

  Phideaux looked at him and whined.

  “He wants to stay with Hunter. He knows there’s going to be food,” said Jaz, grinning at him.

  Damien shrugged. It was her dog so her decision.

  “Okay, buddy, you can stay with Hunter.”

  The dog barked and trotted out onto the stoop after Hunter.

  “The house is very old. My grandfather was born here, right in this house.”

  He saw a questioning look on her face and smiled.

  “Are your parents in town now like Hunter’s folks?”

  “Yes and no. Hunter’s family is at Burton, only one hundred miles away. Mine moved to Towler, which is a little bigger, but it’s a lot farther south. They considered moving when I started school, and again when I went to high school, but each time they decided to stay. A few years ago they’d had enough and handed the management of the house and land over to me.”

  “The management of the land? What does that involve?”

  “There are some soaks we need to keep clean so animals can drink there.”

  “A soak?”

  “That’s where water rises up naturally through the soil. If too many animals go there to drink, the edges get smashed, the water becomes full of soil and rock, and all the animals suffer. But these days, with four-wheel drive vehicles, it’s not a big deal to check on them. I also check for any badly injured animals to euthanize them so they don’t die of thirst. Things like that.”

  Damien didn’t say that, in his grandfather’s time, often injured animals became the family’s meal and it was important to get to them before the vultures did. He had a job and could provide for himself, whereas his grandparents had only had the land, plus the vegetables they grew and a few animals they raised.

  His house had the kitchen and bathroom at the back because it dated from the days when water had to be fetched from a well. Now the water was pumped up from the well and into the house instead of collected in buckets. He walked Jaz though the house and then back out to the stoop at the rear where Hunter was cooking the hot dogs, closely watched by Phideaux. Already they smelled mouthwateringly good.

  He left her there and went inside collecting plates and cups and put a selection of salad ingredients and a half a dozen longnecks onto a tray, which he took outside again.

  “Do you need some help?” asked Jaz.

  “If you make the salad, I’ll get water for Phideaux and a few more things,” Damien said.

  Damien really enjoyed the next hour as they talked and watched the sun begin to go down. Mindful of his parents’ endless warnings, and the fact that wild animals would smell the cooked meat, he encouraged everyone to be inside with the grill cleaned and put away before it was completely dark.

  Now was the time he’d been waiting for all day. Time to go to bed. Talking to Jaz and just being with her and Hunter had been good, but his dick longed for more. Touching her had made him harder than a rock and desperate to take their relationship to the next step. But his brai
n knew that if a ménage between them was to be successful they’d need to know a lot more about Jaz than just what made her come on their fingers. Time spent talking was very important to actually build their relationship, but that didn’t stop him desperately wanting more now.

  He glanced over to Hunter, who nodded.

  “Are you ready to come to be with us now?” Hunter asked.

  “Yes. Where do you want me to put Phideaux?”

  “I’ve made a bed for him in the laundry, and there’s water in a bowl for him as well.” He picked up a leftover hot dog and handed it to Jaz. “This way.”

  * * * *

  Jasmine had truly enjoyed the day with these two men. She was surprised that they’d agreed to take a day off work to show her around their part of the desert, and she’d loved seeing the land through their eyes, instead of just through the windshield of her car. She’d known all along the colors of the sand and rocks were worth taking a second look at, and she’d been thrilled that the cemetery was a strong possibility for her work. All in all, it’d been a wonderful day. She was hoping the night would be even more wonderful.

  It was hard to get her brain around the idea of being with two men. It’d been a while since she’d had a serious boyfriend. Continually chasing jobs had cut her leisure time to zero even before she’d left her apartment and gone traveling. But two men was just—wow!

  Phideaux was perfectly happy with his hot dog, a bowl of water, and a blanket. He’d enjoyed the day out in the desert as much as she had, although she was glad they hadn’t met up with any more snakes.

  Damien had disappeared for ten minutes earlier, and when she walked into the main bedroom, she could see why. The bed had been made with fresh sheets, the linen smelling of lavender. The curtains were closed, and a small table lamp provided the only light in here, which gave the room a more intimate atmosphere.

  Jaz guessed that this had been his parents’ room, or maybe even his grandparents’ room, and that Damien hadn’t ever moved from his own room. That gave her a warm feeling that he’d gone to all this trouble for her. For them. That made the evening even more special in her mind.