Wild Storm [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Where were the men? Were they still wolves?

  “Help! Guys, are you out there? Help! We’re trapped inside!”

  Smoke choked her and Jazz started coughing. She grabbed a nearby work towel and dunked it into the water trough. “Put this over your mouth and nose.”

  “But what about you?” Jazz did as she was told.

  “I’ll be okay. They’re out there, so they know we’re inside. Don’t worry. They’ll come for us.” Stormy covered her mouth with her hand as best she could.

  Even as she said the words, her hope fell flat. The flames were eating up the hay and speeding toward them.

  “Stormy, hang on! Rent and Ty are going to break through the wall.”

  She squinted and tried to see past the flames. A dark form moved from one stall to the next, freeing the horses and herding them from the barn.

  A large bang jolted her and she whirled to face the wall behind them. Another loud crack came as the tip of a hatchet broke through the wall.

  “Rent!”

  “Hang in there, baby. Just another one and we’ll have you.”

  The boom of another thunderclap split the air just as the ax came crashing through the wall. Her eyes burned from the smoke and breathing was getting harder. Her head grew fuzzy as she struggled to stay on her feet.

  When Jazz was torn from her arms, she tried to reach out for her but found strong hands grabbing her. Lifted from the ground, she laid her head against Rent’s chest as he carried her out of the barn. She gulped in breaths of fresh air.

  “Jazz?”

  “She’s okay. Ty has her.”

  Exhaustion and relief overwhelmed her as she closed her eyes.

  * * * *

  Stormy stood in the middle of her living room and stared at the document in her hand. After spending a day in the local clinic with Jazz to make sure they were fine after inhaling the smoke, she’d finally been released and allowed to return home. Jazz was back to her old self and was already out with Julie and Stacy, recounting the excitement of the wild dogs, wolves, and fire.

  The Malone brothers had stopped by the clinic as much as they could, checking on her and Jazz and bringing her daughter stuffed animals along with an update on the foal. As they’d promised, they’d allowed Jazz to name the foal, and she’d chosen Lightning.

  The men had wanted to drop by more often, but they’d had to round up their horses and get repairs to the barn done as fast as possible. But that was okay. She’d needed the time to talk to Jazz about what had happened.

  She’d told Jazz about her past and had revealed everything that had gone on between Jazz’s father and her. She’d told her about her grandfather and how she’d taken the money out of necessity to keep them fed and sheltered until she could get her GED and find a job. Jazz had listened quietly, asking a question once in a while, but had seemed subdued. When Stormy had finished telling her everything, Jazz had gotten into her bed as she’d done when she was a child and snuggled next to her. The only thing Jazz had said after that was that she never wanted to see C.J. again.

  Stormy was determined to make Jazz’s wish come true.

  Every time the Malone brothers came to visit, she’d study them and wonder if she’d been so crazy with worry over Jazz that she’d hallucinated seeing them change into wolves. But she knew the truth in her heart.

  At last, an hour before she was due to get discharged, Rent had put his hand on hers then leaned over to whisper in her ear, “You saw what you saw. But remember, it was still us.”

  That was the only thing any of them had said about their alter-selves. She couldn’t bring herself to talk about it and assumed that they’d wait for her to bring it up.

  They’re werewolves.

  Although she’d run the same words through her head a thousand times since the fire, she still couldn’t get her mind wrapped around it. Yet the creatures, the monsters she’d seen in movies, weren’t like the ones that had saved her daughter not once but twice. They were the ones who had changed back into men and pulled them out of a burning barn.

  She should’ve been terrified to be near them. But she wasn’t. How could she be afraid of them after all they’d done for her and Jazz? No other men had ever treated her as well.

  The Malone brothers were werewolves, but, even though logic dictated that she should get her daughter as far away from them as she could, she knew she’d never do that. She had a bond with them that had grown even stronger after the fire.

  But they’re werewolves.

  They were, and she had questions she wanted to ask them, but she wanted more time to get a hold on how she felt about it.

  She did know one thing for certain. It was like Rent had said. They were the same men she loved. So how could she love them any less knowing they had another side to them? Another side that was neither dark nor dangerous to her?

  “Stormy.”

  She lifted her gaze to the front door, saw the men that made her blood rush through her veins and her heart pound with desire, and rushed to open it. As soon as they came inside, she gave each man a big hug and thanked them again for saving Jazz’s life as well as her own.

  Beckett laid his palm against her cheek. “What did I say about always thanking us?”

  She wanted to laugh, but the fear inside her wouldn’t allow it. “I think I’d better. Especially since I need your help again.”

  The men stood around her, forming the protective wall again. She would be so lucky to have a life with their love and comfort surrounding her. Beckett took the paper from her hands. “What’s this?”

  “C.J.’s going through with it. He’s going to try and take Jazz from me.”

  “That prick.” Beckett handed the paper to Ty. “But don’t worry. We won’t let him.”

  She’d come to rely on them so much. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t get you involved. I’ve asked for your help too often as it is.”

  Rent tilted his head at her. “Stormy, for a smart woman you sure can act dumb sometimes.”

  “Gee, thanks.” She held her finger up to Beckett. “That’s not the same kind of thanks.”

  “Look, baby. You’ve got to understand that there’s a difference between needing someone and having someone try to control you. We need you as much as you need us. I thought we went through this already.” His rueful smile took the sting out of his chastisement.

  “That’s not true. I haven’t helped you with anything.”

  “Again, you’re wrong.” Ty pulled her into an embrace. “We need you so we can breathe. We need you so we can stay sane. You’re our very existence. Without you, we’re nothing.”

  Had they really meant what they’d told her before? Were they hers as much as she was theirs? Since the fire, even before the dance, she’d let her mind dare to dream. Without knowing how, she’d fallen for them. She had three men she couldn’t imagine losing, and they were telling her they felt the same way.

  If only C.J. wasn’t suing for custody, my life would be perfect.

  “I–I feel the same way.”

  “Good. Then let us help you.”

  She took a seat on the couch and they settled around her. “But how can you help?”

  “I almost hate to say this because of the comparison to C.J., but we can help with getting you a good attorney.” Rent checked his brothers before adding, “We, uh, managed to rake in a pile of money while working in New York City’s financial district. We’re not anywhere as rich as Chandler, but we have enough to give you a fighting chance.”

  “Wait. You were in the city? And you worked there?” Before the fire, before she’d realized she loved them, their revelation would have made her pull away, but not now.

  Rent grasped her hand. “Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe, but Ty and I used to work as investment bankers. Then we figured out that we hated our work, so we left it behind and moved back in with Beckett.”

  “I don’t understand. Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

  Ty glanced at Rent.
“I guess we were afraid you’d think we were like Chandler. But that’s not the kind of men we are.”

  “Still, we should’ve told you,” added Rent.

  She had to take a moment to think about what they’d said. Maybe they were right. Maybe she would’ve thought them similar to C.J. “Lying by omission is just as bad as lying.”

  Ty took a deep breath, his remorseful expression reflected in his brother’s. “You’re right and we’re sorry. I hope you can forgive us.”

  She lifted her eyebrows at Beckett. “So you weren’t a banker, too?”

  “Hell, no.” Beckett leaned against the couch. “I’m a country boy at heart and I didn’t have to go to the city to find that out. Besides, I wanted to sing, and now I’m getting to do what I really love. I hate to toot my own horn, but maybe the fame I’m starting to receive will help you out, too.”

  “It can’t hurt.” She smiled. “As long as you don’t have any sex tapes floating around the Internet.”

  “Nope.” He leaned toward her and let his gaze drop to her cleavage. “Not yet anyway.”

  “Not on your life.” But she was thrilled to have him look at her that way. Her thrill got even bigger when he stood, taking her with him.

  “We need you now, Stormy. Make love with us. We need to feel your body next to ours. Besides, I think you could use it, too.”

  He was right. If she didn’t get a few minutes free of worry, she’d break in half.

  Ty and Rent followed as he led her to her bedroom. As though it were their first time, Beckett tore her clothes from her as he and his brothers hurried out of theirs. As soon as she was naked, he tossed her onto her bed and jumped in after her. She squealed and tried to get away, but he pinned her down, then thrust her arms above her head.

  Keeping her wrists held in one of his hands, he pushed her legs apart. His eyes locked onto hers and a fury of energy ripped from him into her. He was beyond horny, and it turned her on fast.

  Shoving his hand between her legs, he moved them apart with his then sunk a finger into her pussy. His jaws worked as he gritted his teeth.

  “Fuck me, Beckett.”

  He rubbed his thumb over her clit. “I don’t want to take you when you’re not ready.”

  She thrust her hips against him. “I’m ready. Fuck me now.”

  Ty and Rent stood off to the side, pumping their cocks.

  “Do as the lady says, bro.” Ty growled then added, “Or I will.”

  As though she’d awakened an animalistic part of her, she ground her teeth together and pushed out a growl. He jerked back to stare at her, then, with a growl of his own, shoved his cock deep into her pussy.

  She wrapped her legs around him, binding him to her as surely as he held her wrists. His body moved up and down like a monster tidal wave as he pounded into her. She cried as his cock hit her sweet spot then tensed as the explosiveness of her climax burst outward.

  But he didn’t relent. Harder and harder, he slammed into her, his eyes closed, his jaw set. She ached to touch his back, his buttocks and feel the ripple of his muscles, but he was no longer aware of her struggle to free her hands. He was her captor and she was his slave.

  Beckett brought her legs over his shoulders and his cock went into a different position. She was wet and her juices flowed down her butt crack as she worked to keep up with his quickened motions. His dick filled her completely, straining against her pussy walls as he bent to take her nipple between his teeth.

  The sharp touch of the end of the whip Rent had gotten out of the nightstand surprised her, making her wince and jerk away. But Beckett held her steady, his large hands gripping her legs.

  Another thwack of the whip sent delightful pain searing along her thigh. Her pussy clenched tighter around Beckett’s cock.

  “Fuck her, man.” Rent sent the whip flying again, landing close to the same spot he’d just struck.

  She was under their control and yet, she’d never felt more powerful. These were her men and they were here to pleasure her.

  Ty stepped closer and took her breast in his hand. As he pumped his cock, he twisted her nipple, giving her yet another type of sexual ache.

  Beckett slammed into her harder than ever. She moaned, another climax boiling inside her as he worked like a machine, never tiring, never slowing. Tension built in her, amazing her in its intensity and speed.

  “Look at me.”

  She brought her gaze to his and saw the man had changed into a sexual being, one intent on fulfilling his need for her. When he stiffened and straightened his back, she tightened her legs around him and let her orgasm ride her.

  Beckett threw back his head and howled as his release took him over. Hot seed filled her pussy then ran down her leg to join her juices. His body shook, trembling after each thrust until the shaking grew less and less. When he released her hands and fell to her side, they were both panting and sweating.

  Ty pushed Beckett to the side of the bed, forcing him off. Rent grabbed her under the arms and turned her onto her side. Taking the tube he must’ve gotten from the nightstand, he squeezed the cool gel in between her butt crack and began massaging it into her butt hole.

  Ty lay beside her then took her leg and draped it over his. He fondled her tit then swept his tongue over it as he put his cock to her pussy. She hooked him by the neck, bringing his focus to her face, and silently urged him to shove it into her.

  “Now?”

  She nodded, unable to speak as Rent eased his cock into her dark hole.

  Ty plunged into her as hard and as fast as his brother had. He groaned then gave her a quick smile before the ecstasy of pleasure took him. He started slowly, working his cock into her in easy motions. Then in the same moment that Rent grew more impatient and shoved into her harder from behind, Ty did the same. Their hard bodies caught her between them, spearing her with their shafts.

  If she’d been horny before, she was even more aroused now. She threw her hair to the side and flattened her hand against Ty’s pec, massaging it as he was fondling her breast. Rent reached over to cup her other breast.

  “She’s so tight.”

  “Here, too, brother.” Ty slid his cock out then jerked his hips forward.

  She sucked in a breath and squeezed his pec. Taking it as the hint she’d meant, Ty pinched her nipple.

  “Spank me, Rent.”

  Letting go of her breast, he slapped her butt hard. The sting came along with his next thrust, making her clit throb. She never would’ve thought she’d enjoy getting spanked and whipped as much as she did. He nibbled on her ear and whispered, “Want another one?”

  “Yes.”

  He hit her again, harder, and she yelped. Her yelp changed into a cry as Ty rubbed her clit and slid his cock in, withdrew it, then slid it in again.

  “Ty. Your turn.”

  He flattened his hand against her thigh then lifted it and brought it down with a resounding smack. She whimpered through the pain, loving the sting it sent along her leg.

  These men she’d known for only a short time had come to mean so much to her. Not just in bed, but in her heart as well. She tried to move with them, but it was impossible with one man fucking her from the front and the other from behind. She could only tremble as both of them gave her another spank as they shoved their cocks deep inside her again. Their warm breaths flowed over her body and their musky scents filled her nostrils. They were alike and yet so different.

  She mewled as Ty tensed, taking her breast in his mouth again, and ground out his climax. He bit down on her nipple enough to make her cry out, but the pain was lost as Rent dug his fingers into her ass to hold her still. His groan accompanied his brother’s as both men shot their cum into her.

  They stayed that way, clinging to each other, as the last vestiges of their releases fell away. She was satiated and reveled in being a woman with three men.

  If I’d only known!

  When Ty and Rent pulled away from her, she was bereft for a moment, but then they snuggled n
ext to her. Their whispers of endearment were met with the same from Beckett as he rejoined them on the bed.

  Stormy rolled onto her back and stretched. “That was beyond amazing.”

  “So it wasn’t too much of a quickie?”

  She giggled at Ty’s worried expression. “Hell, no. Quickies are great, too.”

  She stroked Ty’s chest as she placed a quick peck in the middle of Rent’s palm. “You can be so loving one time then so animalistic the next time. I like it both ways. You guys are going to spoil me.”

  “That’s the plan.” Rent rested his head on his hand then traced a circle around her nipple. “We want to spoil you and Jazz for the rest of your lives if you’ll let us.”

  They’d told her they loved her and she believed that. How could she not when the indefinable attraction—no, more than a mere attraction—an instinctual bond fired between them? Yet she hadn’t had time with everything that had happened to stop and think what that truly meant. They were talking about a life together, a life that would include her daughter.

  “I don’t know.” She put her palm against Ty’s chest at his confused look. “I care for you.”

  “Just care?” Ty’s gaze melted into hers.

  “No. It’s more than that I care. I—I love you. I do.” She glanced away and waited, letting her heart tell her mouth what to say. “It’s just that I’d given up on finding love, a lasting love, and then, all of a sudden, in such a short time, here you are. Not just one man, but three who say they love me. It’s a lot for a girl to take in.”

  “We can give you time to think. Time to get to know us better,” offered Rent.

  Beckett groaned. “It’ll drive us crazy, but if that’s what you need, then that’s what we’ll do. We don’t want to ever force you into anything you’re not ready for.”

  Ty nodded, but she could see how much he wanted to protest against the suggestion.

  They were amazing men. Not only because of the animals hidden inside them but because they were courageous, loving, caring men who were ready to give her what she’d always dreamed of. They’d give her a life and a home with her daughter, but more important, they’d give her the love she thought she’d never find.