by Josie Hunter
Stephanie lurched, her pussy smashing against his lips, her nipples hard stones in his fingers. He licked her pussy, poking his tongue into her on each pass, and when he had her grinding against his face, he shoved his index finger into her pussy, gathering her juices. He ran his finger between her ass cheeks, smearing her juices, and then he circled her anus, dipping it a bit farther inside with each circular motion. She moaned and pressed back.
He heard the pop of flesh as Stephanie released Jake’s cock. “All the way, Dylan…please. Shove it inside. Deep. I want to feel it.”
He did as she asked. He pressed his finger deep into her at the same time his mouth latched onto her clit. She jerked and trembled, and her head fell back as she groaned in pleasure. Jake continued to pump his cock in his fist, his big hand gliding up the shaft to pull on the head over and over as Stephanie shuddered in the seat, her clit pulsing in Dylan’s mouth, her anus gripping his finger.
“Come back to me, darlin’,” Jake said.
He cupped her head and pulled her upright. He positioned his cock at her mouth, and she engulfed him greedily, the sounds of sucking mixing with her low moans. Dylan’s cock trembled and pulsed, the throbbing nearly excruciating, the torture of not being buried in her pussy making his body tight and antsy.
When Jake pulled away and came on Stephanie’s breasts, Dylan felt a bit of cum splash on his face, and he got back to business.
He slid his tongue back into her pussy, fucking her moist flesh, lapping at the sweet juices. He heard Jake groan, and Stephanie’s pussy began to pulse around his tongue. The muscles of her anus tightened and locked on his finger. He slid it in and out in small gentle strokes and then latched onto her clit again, his mouth sucking hard and rhythmically as the sound of her sighs and the aroma of her cum filled the air around him. When he took one final suck on her clit, she came, her thighs tightening, her ass gripping his finger, and her clit pulsing within his mouth. He sucked as her body vibrated, increasing the pace as she reached her peak and then slowing the rhythm of his lips as she fell over the edge and went almost limp above him.
Jake grabbed her as she fell forward. Dylan removed his finger from her ass and gave her clit one final lick. Stephanie shook and heaved a mighty sigh.
“You’re killing me here,” she whispered.
“Exactly what we had in mind,” Dylan said as he slid out from under the stool. He knelt beside her. “You’ll be putty in our hands.”
She gave him a smile. “What’s next? I really need a cock in my pussy.” She glanced between them. “I want you both. At the same time.”
“There’s really only one way to do that,” Jake said.
“Then bring it on.”
* * * *
Jake snuggled into the chaise, his body sliding into the curve. He patted the cushion next to him. “Come on over here, darlin’, and straddle me.”
Stephanie glided toward him, her body flushed and eager, her breasts swaying, the pink nipples taut and round. She flipped her blonde curls over her shoulder and swung her leg over his body to settle on top of him. The aroma of sex filled his nose, and his wolf growled with the pleasure. The smell of his cum mingled with Dylan’s, but the scent that rose above all others was Stephanie’s, a heady mixture of sweat and cum and the aroma of an aroused female.
She was theirs.
Ours, his wolf concurred.
Jake was already hard. It seemed to be a perpetual state around this woman. Stephanie slid her hand over his cock, up and down, her soft hand rubbing gently and her finger dipping into the pre-cum to smear it around the head. She cupped his balls, squeezing oh-so-gently, and he felt a rush of desire spear through his body. He cupped her breasts, his finger tweaking her nipples before he took the mounds into his hands and squashed them together. He never got tired of seeing the soft, voluptuous breasts smashed together. A perfect place to fuck, his dick tight between the soft globes. She had the most perfect breasts for such a tiny woman.
“Can I ride you now?” she asked, almost shyly.
“Hop on, darlin’.”
She sank onto his dick, her hot, moist pussy engulfing his hard length until her butt lay against his thighs. He wanted to come from the feel of her alone. She began to bounce, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her breasts dipped toward him when she angled forward, and he swiped at them with his tongue, licking any part of her flesh he could find. She shivered with each touch of his tongue.
“It won’t take long,” Stephanie said, her voice breathless. “I’m so hot…so ready.”
“Dylan, you might want to join the party before we lose her,” Jake said.
Dylan went to the cabinet and got out the lube. He slathered it liberally on his long, thick cock, and Jake watched as he pumped his erection in his fist a few times.
Stephanie’s breathing had already become shallow and fast, small pants huffing between her lips with her movements. They didn’t have much time. Jake pulled her down until her breasts were smashed against his chest and waited as Dylan positioned himself on his knees at the end of the chaise. The other man ran his hand up Stephanie’s back, and she arched into his touch.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
“Oh yes…Your knee, Dylan. What about your knee?”
“What knee?” he asked with a laugh. “Don’t worry about me. With all these endorphins running through my body, I can’t feel anything but my cock.”
“Well then…” She chuckled. “Don’t let me stop you. Fuck me, Dylan. And make it good.”
She clutched Jake’s shoulders and angled her body, lifting her ass higher. Dylan slid in easily, pushing Stephanie’s body along Jake’s until he was fully seated. Jake felt the soft slide of Dylan’s cock against his own through Stephanie’s flesh. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt before. And then they left it up to her.
Stephanie began to rock between them, sliding from one dick to impale herself on the next, fucking them both until Jake thought he’d lose his mind with the sensations flooding his body. The feel of her warm, moist flesh cocooning his own, meshed with the sensation of another cock sliding near his, brought his body to a near boil, and soon he found himself thrusting his hips up to drive as deep into her body as he could. Dylan, too, must have been feeling the strain because he began to thrust harder, forcing Stephanie against Jake’s body and slamming her farther onto his cock. Jake wasn’t going to complain.
Stephanie buried her face in his chest, her lips pressing against his skin, her mouth sucking on his flesh. Her pussy began to convulse and contract, and soon she was milking his cock as her warm juices bathed him. He couldn’t hold off another minute. He drove up, going deep into her, and grabbed her hips, holding her close and flooding her pussy with his cum. She shuddered in his arms, vibrating against him, and then she rose and devoured his mouth in a deep, soul-searching kiss as she exploded in his arms.
They continued to rock back and forth, and soon Dylan had joined them. Jake felt the other man’s cock pulsing near his own, and Dylan collapsed, trapping Stephanie beneath them. They lay quiet, breathing heavily for several minutes, until Stephanie groaned.
“A little help here. Can’t…breathe…”
Dylan rose and vanished into the restroom, and Jake gathered Stephanie into his arms, his cock still enjoying the warm haven. Stephanie cuddled against him, her fingers lightly caressing the dark hairs on his chest.
“That was wonderful.” Her soft breath tickled his skin.
“More than wonderful,” he whispered. “Heaven. Just as advertised.”
“Just heaven?” She leaned up and crossed her arms on his chest. “It felt more like nirvana.”
Jake smiled and brushed some hair away from her face. “Is nirvana better than heaven?”
“Infinitely better.”
“Then it was definitely nirvana.”
Dylan sat at the edge of the chaise and leaned down for a kiss. Jake watched as their lips met above him. He’d been a happy man before, but now…He had no
idea life could be like this. His lady was right. Definitely nirvana.
Stephanie linked her arm around Dylan’s neck and yanked him down to the chaise. Soon Jake was trapped beneath them both as they squirmed and tickled each other on top of him.
Yep. Definitely nirvana.
Chapter 14
Now that Stephanie was back in his life, Dylan felt the familiar bond between them tugging on his soul, and saying good-bye, even for a few hours, had been hard. But they all needed sleep. She also had things to do at home, and Jake had to check in with the staff. After a breathless night of sex, sex, and more sex, he’d bid her good-bye around 4:00 a.m. after walking Stephanie back to her car. The three of them had agreed to meet at the riverbank for a bit of kayaking in the late afternoon. After that, Dylan hoped they’d all find another piece of heaven together.
He slept for blissful hours, the first uninterrupted, nightmare-free sleep he’d had in years. He woke refreshed, antsy, and burning for some sort of activity. He had a late lunch, went to the condo gym and worked out with the weights, ran the track, and did dozens of laps in the pool. When that didn’t burn off his excess energy—or is that happiness?—he took a shower and headed down to the riverbank early. He knew he could get in a quick run up river before Jake and Steph arrived for a more leisurely paddle and the picnic dinner Steph had promised to bring. He couldn’t hope for a steak in a picnic basket, but Steph made a mean sandwich too. He could almost taste the heaping Dagwood now, huge slices of crusty bread brimming with cheeses, cold cuts, and hot, spicy mustard. For a bunny, the woman loved her meat.
He was paddling fast up the river against the current when his phone rang. He angled toward a cove, fished the phone out of his pocket, and glanced at the caller ID.
“Hey, hon, what’s—”
“Listen, I’ve got Jake on the line, too. The picnic’s off for the day. We’ve got a real problem. Two bodies were discovered downstream.” He heard the click of a door shutting through the phone line.
“Murdered?” Dylan asked.
“Appears so,” Steph said. “Both victims have broken necks.”
“Like Bennington,” Jake said.
“Yes, like Bennington.” The Stephanie from last night had vanished. In her place was Agent Cooper, and he had a feeling Agent Cooper was back in black. Over the phone line, Dylan heard the pounding of solid boot heels on pavement and then a car door opening. For a small woman, she could make a lot of noise. “I’m heading out now.” A car door slammed, and the engine started. “The first body is unidentified at this point. Victim is clothed, but the ID is missing. Marcus Gallagher is combing the systems now with the DNA and fingerprints. The second one, though, well…Fuck, I can barely believe it myself. The second is Joshua Hennessey.”
“The police chief?” Dylan asked.
“The one and the same,” Steph said. “Latest victims are both wolves, and I’m getting a really bad feeling about all this. The timing sucks. Dylan, anything you’d like to contribute here?”
“Damn,” he said. “I was hoping none of this had anything to do with me, but I’m thinking the time for delusional hopes is past. Garcia’s never been happy losing a prisoner.”
Jake, silent until now, murmured, “Jesus, Dylan…”
A muffled scream came over the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. That means Catamount’s safety is blown.” Dylan heard her hand smack against the dashboard. “Gabe Laughton is not going to be happy to hear this.”
“I’m not too thrilled myself,” Dylan said.
“I’ll talk to Gabe in a few, but for now, we’ve got to get you into protective custody,” Steph said.
Dylan chuckled, though he heard the strain behind it. “I’m already in protective custody.”
“Tighter,” Steph said, her voice firm.
“I can handle myself,” Dylan said.
“Enough, Dylan. My team. My rules,” Stephanie said. “For once in your life, just listen to me.”
He tucked the phone under his chin, swung the kayak around, and began to paddle.
“Where are you both?”
“Clandestine,” Jake said.
“On the river,” Dylan said.
“I’ll park at the boardwalk entrance and meet you both there. Dylan, what’s your ETA?”
“Twenty minutes if I haul ass.”
“Make it ten.” Steph disconnected.
Dylan let the phone slip into his lap. Another murder. Far too coincidental for his taste, but he couldn’t think of that now. He could do nothing until they knew more. Even when they knew more, he wasn’t sure what their options might be. If Garcia was behind all of this, Dylan might be hiding for the rest of his life, and if things worked out between the three of them, Stephanie and Jake would be hiding with him. He pushed that out of his head, too.
He should have been thinking of what awaited them at the crime scene, but, as he paddled, he put that from his mind as well. He couldn’t keep his thoughts from straying to images of the night before. Stephanie’s passion. The ease with which he and Jake had brought her pleasure. His comfort with the other man. Sharing a woman had brought more benefits than he’d ever thought possible.
He dipped the paddle smoothly into the water, first one side then the other, keeping to a fast pace. He’d been paddling for about ten minutes when he realized he had passed his deadline and still had quite a distance to go.
“Steph and her unrealistic sense of time.”
He increased his pace when he reached the small island with the oak tree, cruising through a kaleidoscope of shadow, light, shadow, light as he raced beneath the low-hanging branches.
He’d skated past three branches when he heard a smooth splash and then his paddle caught on something beneath the surface. The kayak wobbled. He steadied the boat and had dipped the oar back in the water when he saw a flash of black.
“What the hell?”
He twisted right then left, trying to identify what he’d seen. Something dark, something that moved quickly, furtively, and cast a rather long, thin shadow across the surface of the river. He scanned the water and the pockets of deep shade near the small island, and then he heard another splash. The water rippled. Something had moved behind the boat.
“Oh fuck…” He fumbled for the phone that he’d dropped in his lap.
A hard knock against the fiberglass tipped the kayak so far and so fast that Dylan lost his balance. The boat flipped, and he suddenly found himself dangling upside down in the churning water, fighting off something beating at his head.
* * * *
Jake peered down the length of the river, his gaze scouring pockets of shadows, looking for unusual movement of any kind that might indicate Dylan was in distress. He kept hoping a kayak would come gliding around the bend, but so far he’d seen nothing but a mother duck followed by several ducklings and a heron-shifter flying low and dipping into the water to score a late lunch.
Dozens of people had found refuge from the heat along the riverbank and in the water this afternoon. Children splashed in the beach area, their parents watching wearily from the bank, shielding themselves with umbrellas and floppy hats. Several couples had opted for canoes and paddleboats. Many others simply stretched out on towels, sweating their asses off, lethargically soaking in the sunshine.
“Anything?” Steph asked.
“Not yet.”
She punched the End button. “He’s not picking up. We just talked to him. Something’s wrong.”
“You don’t know—”
“I do. Something’s wrong.”
She tilted her face up, and he watched the blood drain from her skin. Jake had a bad feeling, too, but now wasn’t the time to panic. Dylan had said ten minutes. They’d barely passed the ten-minute mark. He should be practically to the dock by now. He’d pull up any minute…
Unless something happened.
“He’s got to be close. But just to be safe…”
He grabbed her hand, and they ran down the stairs to the riverbank.
They asked the attendant whether he remembered Dylan, but since their luck wasn’t running well today, of course the man had just come on duty. Jake quickly arranged for two kayaks. When the attendant gestured toward a bright blue fiberglass model, Stephanie lurched forward, and Jake caught her hand again.
“Relax. Awareness, safety, remember?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes, you’re right.”
He gathered her shoulders, dragged her forward, and gave her a long kiss. For some reason, he didn’t want to let her out of his sight, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t fly with Stephanie. So he turned her toward the kayak. Stephanie settled into the seat and took off upriver before Jake could protest.
* * * *
Still hanging upside down, Dylan angled his paddle and twisted, attempting to roll the kayak, but something caught on the edge of his paddle, trying to snatch it from his hands. He opened his eyes and tried to scan the underwater surroundings, but the water was a deep green, flecked with algae, and quite turbulent from both his movement and the movement of something he couldn’t quite see. He yanked the paddle toward him, trying to hold it hard against the tugging. The water churned around him as the offensive entity—person, shifter, some sort of fish—continued to battle him for the paddle.
He tried once again, angling his paddle quickly as he leaned back and rolled. As his head cleared the water, he sucked in a lungful of air. He saw a shimmer at the corner of his eyes, and something solid and heavy struck a blow to the side of his head. The collision sent another ricochet of pain coursing through his face, and he tilted crazily. He flailed with his paddle, almost panicking now, trying to steady the kayak.
