by Jane Jamison
Why had she waited to do this? If she’d known how he’d feel inside her, if she’d known the sensation drawing her to them would be even greater than before, she would’ve done it sooner.
“Hurry up.” Barrett stroked his cock fast and hard, an intense look hardening his expression. “You’re supposed to be sharing her, man.”
Were those the tips of his teeth peeking out from between his lips? Yet she understood nonsense when she thought it and thrust the idea way.
“Barrett’s right, Troy. It’s share and share alike.”
Troy turned to glare at his friends. “We’ll share her, all right. But for the first time, I’ll have her. Then you two can get a taste of her any way you want.” His tone was low, mean, husky.
The sensation that had grown steadily kept moving upward as though she were being lifted into the sky. Perspiration broke out over her body as the warmth of the small room combined with her need flashed to a flame. She needed them, all right. Needed them more than she’d ever needed anything. Even more than that. She needed them to breathe. To live. To exist.
Her climax broke free just as Troy tensed. He looked into her eyes, grabbed hold of one tit and squeezed, and then groaned. The sound turned into a growl that flowed over her body, chilling the sweat on her flesh. As he thrust into her one last time, he tensed again then laid his head backward. For a moment, she would’ve sworn she saw the tips of his teeth, too.
I’ll ask him later.
Yet she doubted she would. She wouldn’t want the memory of their sex marred by questions.
Justin yanked Troy backward then grabbed her and pulled her to him as he lifted her onto his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her pussy to meet his cock. With one arm around her to keep her next to him, Justin snagged a chunk of her hair and brought her lips to his. His tongue savaged her mouth, seeking her juices, demanding her tongue give way to his. She arched her back, desperate to get closer. More, needing to feel him inside her with more than just his cock. She wanted his soul, his life, his very being to become a part of her. Yet, strangely, she felt as though he already was. He and the other men had somehow joined with her in a level that was more than simply physical.
Growling, he turned around and slammed her body against the stall. The metal rattled as he plunged into her, his hips moving like a hammer pounding against a nail. She clung to him and tried to give as good as she got, but he was so powerful, so strong, that she could barely move her hips. It didn’t matter. From his expression, one born of ecstasy, she was pleasing him.
“Nah, man. I’m not waiting a second longer.” Barrett grabbed hold of Justin’s arm and yanked him forward then turned them both around, putting Justin’s back to the stall now. She hung on, desperate to keep Justin’s his cock inside her.
“Don’t worry. You can keep fucking him, but I’m going to have my turn,” said Barrett. He positioned himself behind Mona, his chest pushing against her back, his hand sliding down her hips then to her butt cheeks to spread them wider.
She stiffened, but still welcomed it. Speech was an impossibility. He’d taken her breath away with his very touch. But they knew what she wanted, and they’d give it to her. She moaned and looked over her shoulder at Barrett. “Do it,” she said.
“Whatever you say,” said Barrett. His breath puffed against her back. His hands slid over her curves but always returned to her butt cheeks to spread them wider apart. His fingers entered her dark hole pushing, demanding entry, preparing her.
She moaned. She was so ready, so willing to have their two cocks inside her. And then she got what she wanted.
Barrett entered, slowly at first, then sped up as she moaned her acceptance. He rocked back and forth, the sound making the metal of the stall creak with each movement. Together Justin and Barrett crushed her between them, capturing her.
Everything inside her burgeoned to life. She was on fire and yet as wet as any woman could be. Her heart quickened in her chest, and her pulse pounded in her ears. She was alive, every inch of her sensitized to their touches. Although she knew it wasn’t possible, she would’ve sworn their cocks came together inside her, almost as though they were seeking each other out. Over and over they slammed into her. Over and over they nibbled on her flesh, bit at her skin, stroked with their hands. The sound of their moments, the panting of their breath, the creak of the metal stall were the only sounds she heard.
Troy stood against the other wall, his clothes on. She could still see the need in his eyes. No man had ever looked at her that way. And now there were three of them, all wanting her and only her.
Together they moved, three bodies together, three lives coming together. Was she really connected to these men? Were they telling the truth that she was meant for them? To believe would be to believe in a fantasy. And yet, hadn’t her own fantasy come to life?
She moaned as the climax swirled inside her, wiping away everything except her need for them. Her pussy throbbed as though it had a heart of its own. She tightened her butt cheeks as she tightened her pussy, trying to hold the men, trying to keep them with her for as long as possible. Fear flashed through her. Once the sex was over, would the fantasy die?
Barrett came first as his arms tightened around her. He moaned something, but she couldn’t understand the words. Whatever he’d said, whatever he’d asked for, she would’ve given him. Perhaps she already had.
He stiffened as he shot his wad, pulling his cock out moments before losing control. Warm cum spilled over the small of her back. He groaned and moved away, giving her over to his cousin.
“Now you’re all mine,” muttered Justin. “Just the way I wanted.”
“I thought you wanted to share and share alike,” she said. “But it’s good to have you alone, too.” She wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words to express how she was feeling. How could she put the incredible sensation into mere words?
He stiffened, his body going tense as he slammed into her one more time. A wild groan rumbled in his throat then came out, the sound of it almost a shout of joy. He climaxed holding her to him, not allowing her to move away, keeping her from untangling her legs from his waist.
She came, her climax bursting free, rising inside her, spinning until she was sure her soul would spiral toward the sky. The climax took her, making sure nothing was left once it roared out of her.
Justin loosened his hold on her and let her slide to the floor. Spent, she leaned against him. Would she ever have the same feeling again? Not only the sensation that had struck her as soon as she’d seen them, but more, the total feeling of complete satisfaction, the incredible overwhelming need finally being sated.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sugar.” Troy took some of the paper towels from the container. He handed more to Barrett, who then started cleaning her back.
Shyness suddenly hit her, the realization of what had happened coming to the forefront. She hurriedly grabbed more towels and began wiping herself, cleaning herself, trying to get them to stop touching her. If they didn’t stop skimming their hands over her soon, she’d be all over them again. The hunger was already rising. “This is crazy. I still don’t understand. This can never happen again.”
“Why the hell not?” Barrett frowned as she slapped his hand away.
“Because it just can’t.” She wasn’t making sense, and she knew it. The only thing she understood was that she needed to get out of that bathroom and away from them.
Hurriedly, she dressed as the men dressed, too. Just as she’d started buttoning her shirt, the door slammed open. Pamela stood in the doorway holding a broom that Mona had seen left in the hall. Her sister stared at them, her mouth gaping open. Anger flared in her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing to my sister?”
Justin was about to answer when Pamela lifted the broom and whacked him over the head. “Get the hell out of here, you fucking dog,” she shouted. “Leave my sister the hell alone.”
Chapter Eight
Troy was a hap
py man. As he stumbled outside the back of the bar along with his brother and cousin, he wanted to shout for joy. They’d found their mate, all right. And they’d just made her theirs. Later, they’d bite and claim her, provided she decided to become a werewolf. He was almost certain she would. After what they’d done in the ladies’ room, she had to have a wild side. “This is the best damn night of my life.”
Barrett started to say something, too, probably to say he felt the same way, when Will and Dillon came crashing out the door. Their smiles were as large as Troy’s heart felt when they skidded to a stop and realized that Troy and the others were there.
Dillon clapped Troy on the back, his grin growing even bigger. “How you doing, man?”
Troy couldn’t help but grin back even bigger. “I’m doing great. Fucking great is what I’m doing. We just met our mate.”
Will slapped Justin on the back, mimicking Dillon. “No shitting? That’s fucking great because we met our mate, too. In fact, we just had sex with her in the poolroom.
“No shit? In the fucking poolroom? And how many people did you let watch?” He was sure they hadn’t had an audience, that they would’ve respected their mate more than to let others gawk at her. Still, he had to tease him a little, in a good-natured way. He was happy for them, almost as happy as he was for himself.
“Yeah, I know. But no one was there. We ran them out first,” answer Dillon. “She was fucking great. We got damn lucky getting connected to her. I can’t wait to take her home to the ranch and break in our bed.” Like many werewolves, the Collinsburg men had a custom-made bed large enough to give them and their new mate plenty of room. And like others, they’d saved using that bed until they’d found their mate, saving it for the one woman who was meant to sleep there.
“That fast, huh?” Barrett leaned against the wall, trying to act nonchalant, but Troy sensed he was as excited as he was. “Same here. Although we did it in the bathroom.”
“Shit, is that right?” asked Dillon. “In the fucking bathroom? Couldn’t you have found a better place to make love to her for the first time? It was the first time, right?”
Troy nodded, only now wondering if they’d made a mistake by using the bathroom. But they hadn’t had a choice. She’d led them in there, and once inside, once they’d gotten close to her and smelled the heady scent of lust flowing off her, they could never have resisted long enough to find someplace else to make love to her. Besides, she hadn’t seemed to mind. “So who’s the new woman?”
Dillon glanced at his brother then said, “It’s Pamela Frost. You know who she is. She’s that model who came to town. But now she’s our mate.”
Troy tilted his head to the side. “Pamela Frost? Well, isn’t that a coincidence. Our mate is her sister, Mona.”
Will chuckled. “Does that make us relatives now?” He laughed.
“Not if I can help it,” answered Troy. But he didn’t mean it. They wouldn’t really be relatives except through their mates. Still, the Collinsburg guys were okay. They could do worse for brothers-in-law.
“Does she know about the connection?”
Barrett had asked the question that Troy was thinking. At that moment, he couldn’t remember if they’d told Mona about the connection. What did it matter now? The connection had brought them together, and it would keep them together.
“Yeah, we told her.” Will glanced at Dillon. “We haven’t said anything about her being our mate, though. Just that she’s ours, but we haven’t used that word yet. And I sure haven’t said anything about being werewolves.” Doubt clouded his face. “I’m not sure how to go about it. I sure as hell don’t want to fuck things up now.”
Troy understood completely. Although the connection brought mates together, it didn’t always keep them together. Some humans became too frightened when they found out that the men they were destined to be with were werewolves. He could understand their fear, but it didn’t change things. They’d found their mate, and they were bound to keep her. All they needed now was to figure out how to tell her the truth about them.
“Did you tell your mate?” asked Dillon.
“Not yet.” Barrett stuck his hands in his pockets, looking dejected. “But then we haven’t had a chance. This is the first time we’ve talked to her. Hell, we barely did that before she took off for the ladies’ room.”
“And you followed her.” Dillon didn’t need to ask the question.
“That’s right.” Troy drew in a hard breath. His happiness, although still there, had simmered. “We were getting dressed when your mate, her sister, stormed into the bathroom. She gave Justin a whack with a broom, and we hightailed it out of there.”
“She did?” Will chuckled. “Yeah, she’s a pistol for sure. We’d just finished up when she mumbled something about needing to find her sister and took off. We figured it was best to let her do whatever she had to do and then get back to her later.” He smothered another chuckle. “Didn’t know she was fixin’ to attack one of you. Still, her walking in on you with her sister? Yeah, that might set her off.”
“Looks like we’ve all got some work to do.” The corners of Dillon’s mouth tweaked up as he fought back a laugh. “Anyway, we’ll check y’all later.” Dillon motioned for Will to follow him as he rounded the edge of the bar and headed toward the front parking lot.
Troy wouldn’t have responded even if he’d had the chance. He could see by Justin’s and Barrett’s tense expressions that, like him, they were thinking about how their mate would react once she found out the truth. Would they be able to tell her first? Or would the Collinsburg men tell Pamela, who would then tell her sister?
First, they had to get Mona to accept the existence of the connection. Once they got her to accept the bond that had brought them together, then they’d have to tell her the rest of it. Would she run? Or would the connection be strong enough to keep them together? Troy didn’t feel fear often, but he felt it then. Losing Mona would break him.
* * * *
“Mona, will you stop and talk to me?” Pamela chased after her sister, who stormed into the house, slamming the door in her face. Pamela caught the door and flung it open.
Why the hell was Mona angry at her? She was the one who should be mad. She was the one who thought her sister was being attacked. This time she was the one who had bravely charged in for the rescue.
Mona whirled around and confronted her. “Are you kidding me? What’d you think you were doing storming into the bathroom that way? And then you had the nerve to hit Justin with a damn broom. What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“I thought I was saving your ass.”
“Seriously? You took one look at the four of us and thought you were saving me? You couldn’t tell what had just happened?”
She wasn’t about to let Mona turn this back on her. “Look, I didn’t know where you were, and I got worried. And then when I walked in? I didn’t know what the hell was going on. It’s not like you do that kind of a thing a lot.” She wouldn’t tell Mona how she’d rushed to find her so she could tell her about the incredible time she’d had with Will and Dillon. Or how the emotions she’d felt for them had taken such a hold on her that she’d felt overwhelmed to the point of frightening her away from them.
Mona glared at her. “You were the one who disappeared first. You took off with those guys and didn’t even tell me where you were going. Hell, for all I knew, you could’ve been kidnapped, strangled, and left to die in a ditch.”
“I can take care of myself. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve pulled a disappearing act.”
The fact that Pamela had taken off before without telling her didn’t excuse her actions. Her sister was sometimes too impulsive for her own good. “So I should just get used to you up and leaving? Not a chance. You need to start telling me where you’re going and what you’re doing. I have to make sure you’re safe.”
Pamela laughed, the sound harsh. “Was that what you were doing inside the bathroom? Were you trying to
keep me safe?”
At least Mona had the decency to blush. “I got caught up in something, okay? Where were you, anyway? One minute you’re dancing, and then in the next, you were gone.”
“I got swept up—” By my craving to have them. The hypocrisy of what she was about to say hit her. Instead, she said, “I was in the pool room.”
Mona arched one eyebrow. “In the pool room? Shooting pool? You? You once told me that shooting pool was a low-grade kind of thing to do. That only blue-collar workers played the game.”
Pamela shrugged, trying to throw her sister off. “What can I say? I decided to try it, and I changed my mind. So sue me. It was fun.”
The eyebrow went higher. “Oh, really? So who were you playing against? Or, should I say, who were you playing with?”
The line of questioning wasn’t going the way Pamela wanted. “It doesn’t matter. We’re talking about you right now. I can’t believe you’d have sex in a public bathroom. What are people going to think?”
Mona moved toward her. “What makes me think you’re not telling me the whole truth? What were you really doing in the pool room? And with whom were you doing it?”
They were at a stalemate. Pamela couldn’t keep her gaze level with her sister’s. Instead, she started for the kitchen. “Like you said, it doesn’t matter what I was doing.”
“Sure it matters. Something tells me you were doing the same thing I was. And now you’re giving me shit about doing it in a public place? Talk about a load of crap.”
Pamela pulled a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge then poured herself a glass. “Okay, okay. So we both messed up. It’s over now. So let it go. I will if you will.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Mona pulled out a chair from the kitchen table but didn’t sit down. Instead, she leaned on it, her intense gaze piercing Pamela. “You’re surprised that three men wanted me. Aren’t you?”
