by Jane Jamison
Make love. Did he mean more than sex? Or is that simply wishful thinking on my part?
Keeping her on her side, Burton went to his knees, leaning at an angle, and then positioned his cock at her entry. He lifted his eyebrows as if to silently ask permission.
She bit her lower lip, oh-so ready. As though she’d broken through their final line of defense, the men groan-growled and took her.
Burton slammed his cock inside her pussy, his long form undulating, moving his hips forward. She cried out, not in pain but in surprise. Seeing how large he was hadn’t prepared her for how much his cock punished her pussy walls. And the length of him? Oh, the length of him!
Matt held his cock and positioned it in front of her mouth. She opened wide and took him inside. His expression of lust whipped her lust into a higher frenzy. She sucked hard on his cock then whipped her tongue around and around his hard shaft. He moved his hips backward and forward and held her head, giving her support.
She let out a cry, the sound of it muffled by Matt’s cock, as Ridge eased his cock into her anus. For a brief moment, she was certain the pain would be too great, that he’d been wrong about not using lubrication, and then suddenly the pain was gone. She didn’t understand it, but she readily accepted it. In its place came a rush of desire so intense that a small orgasm erupted from her.
They moved together, three men who knew each other as well as any three men could. Yet with each move, they grew to know her better. She did her best to reach every inch of their bodies, but it was impossible. She was cocooned by them, their hands and mouths, their touches and caresses transporting her to a different reality. It was as though she floated about them, able to see every move they made, yet still felt every single bit of sensation, every flavor of their bodies, every scent wafting over her.
They pummeled their cocks into her, driving hard enough to almost frighten her, yet given the chance, she would’ve begged for more. The sun warmed their union even more, and perspiration dotted their bodies.
Burton put his thumb to work to massage her clit and continued his pounding. He rammed into her, over and over, pushing her body to slip over the grass. If Matt and Ridge hadn’t held her in place, she would’ve kept scooting over the smooth surface.
“Shit. Too soon. But damn, she’s so fuckin’ tight!” Burton stiffened, his fingers digging into her thighs. Suddenly stopping, he remained frozen, his cock trapped inside her pussy. Then, uttering a loud grow, he plunged into her again. He broke apart, his body shuddering as his climax ripped free. “God. Oh God.” Spasms racked him as he lost control. When he fell away, he was spent, his breathing labored.
“Suck harder, baby. Taste me.”
She did as Matt ordered, her hand against his rock-solid leg. Sucking hard, then freeing his cock, she worked her head back and forth, her tongue over and over. He tasted sweet yet with an indefinable quality. Was that because he was a shifter? She cupped his balls, felt them tighten, and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. A second later, she was right.
Matt clutched a hunk of her hair, and pain seared into her head. Yet she didn’t complain. Instead, she tightened her mouth around him even more.
“Shit, yeah,” he whispered and was lost to his climax.
His cum flooded her mouth, striking the back of her throat. She did her best to swallow most of it, but she was no match for the volume of it. He cried out, his body jerking the final drops that had nowhere to go but down her chin. When he finally pulled out, she swallowed as best she could.
“Sweet, baby. Real sweet.” He pressed his palm to her cheek. “Fuckin’ sweet.”
She smiled, but the smile was lost in Ridge’s attack. He thrust again and again, ramming his cock deep inside her ass, past her protesting tight rings. A burst of air came from her with each of his rams. His fingers dug into her ass cheek as he kept her next to him.
The air was thick with their scents. Perspiration mixed together. The slapping sound of Ridge’s crotch against her butt cheeks filled the air. Her body throbbed, the result of their poundings.
“I’m coming, hon. I’m coming.”
She half expected Ridge to come inside her, but he pulled out then shot his warm seed onto the small of her back. She arched, welcoming the sweet stickiness against her skin. Collapsing next to her, Ridge squeezed her breast possessively.
Knowing it was a futile effort, but still needing to try, she sat up, wrapped her arms around her knees, and tried yet again. “So? Are you ready to admit you’re shifters?”
The men shot each other amused looks then laughed and got to their feet.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you back to the ranch to get cleaned up.” Matt held out his hand to help her stand then handed her his shirt. “Here. Use this to do as much as you can right now.”
“I thought so,” she muttered.
“What’s that, hon?” asked Ridge.
She smiled and did her best to clean off. “Nothing.”
But just you wait. I’ll get you to talk sooner or later.
“Bree?”
She looked up from wiping herself with Matt’s shirt to find him studying at her. “Yes?”
He opened his mouth to say something then glanced at Burton and Ridge. A silent understanding passed between them. “I have to.”
“You have to…what?” Hope filled her. “You have to tell me you’re shifters?”
“No.” He took her by the arms, the amber that had faded from his eyes coming back.
She held his shirt to her chest, half afraid to find out. “Then what?”
“I have to—”
He cut off then leaned closer. His lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t keep her attention there. She brought her gaze back to his.
Suddenly, the world began to spin. Her heart did a quick take, beating twice in rapid succession. “Oh,” she whispered.
And then the sensation was gone.
She blinked and forced the strange cobwebs from her mind. “What did you have to do?”
He slid his thumb over her upper lip. “Never mind. Let’s get moving.”
When he turned her loose, she felt unsteady on her feet. Lost. Alone. As though a part of her had ceased to exist.
Yet, strangely, another part of her, one she hadn’t known was there, grew stronger. Something that hadn’t been inside her was there now, an instinct born of primal urges. An urge to take the men again rose inside her. Yet there was no time.
She smiled and watched as the men dressed. We’ll make time later. I swear we will.
* * * *
Bree was dying to talk to Winnie, but Winnie had been gone a lot. Most of the time, they’d barely had time to say hi before her friend was once again running off to meet the Landerson men. Not that Bree didn’t want her friend to have fun. In fact, she hoped Winnie would find real love. And a hell of a lot of great sex.
No. Not sex. Love. That’s what Matt had called it.
She grew excited every time she thought about what he’d said and the tender tone of his voice when he’d said it. And then there was the way she’d felt after making love. Her body still ached where they’d touched her, their cocks filling her. Whatever Matt had been ready to tell her no longer mattered. The way he’d held her, the softness of his voice had been enough to rock her on her feet. It was silly to think so, but she couldn’t help but fantasize. She’d come to Lonesome to find a shifter, but could she have found love, too? Could she have found three amazing men to love her?
She paced the bunkhouse as much as anyone could pace in such a small space and kept nervously watching the window for Winnie’s return. At least Winnie had left a note about going with the Landerson men, but how long would it be until she came back? Would she be back? Or would she spend the night at their ranch?
Is Winnie avoiding me?
It wasn’t the first time the thought had occurred to her. But that was silly. Winnie wouldn’t hide anything from her. She was having a great time with some great men. Bree was happy for her. I
n fact, maybe, if Winnie got lucky with the Landerson men, she’d get lucky, too. Maybe the Landerson men would be more forthcoming with the truth. Provided, of course, that the Landerson men were shifters. But, either way, she needed to talk to her friend, face to face. No quick exchanges and definitely no texts. She needed Winnie. If anyone could help her get over her infatuation with the men, it was Winnie.
And it is infatuation. Of course, it is. It has to be.
“I can’t be falling in love. No one falls in love this fast.” Yet when her brain told her one thing, her heart kept telling her another thing. Her phone, set on vibrate, shimmied in her back pocket. At once, her heart leapt into her throat.
Is it them?
She pulled it out and felt a pang of disappointment when she realized it was Winnie.
Hey. Staying with the men tonight. K?
Bree groaned, then resisted the urge to ask her friend to come back to the bunkhouse. Instead, she texted, K.
C u soon.
Which, in Winnie talk, meant she was having a great time. She couldn’t begrudge her friend a good time just because she wanted to share her news. There would be time enough for that later. Knowing she could give her friend only one response, she replied, K. Have fun.
A smiley face was Winnie’s response.
Damn. I’m going to have to wait.
A knock on the door had her spinning around. Was it the men?
Yet only one man stood at the door. He had his back to it. Overjoyed and already growing wet between the legs, she flung open the door. “Hi,” she said a little more enthusiastically than she would’ve wanted to. After all, she didn’t want them to think she’d been sitting around waiting for them to show up. Even if that was exactly what she’d been doing.
Once again, she was disappointed when Ron Gardner turned around. Her gaze jumped past him to the house, but the lights were off.
“How you doin’, little pretty?”
She got the same uneasy feeling she’d had the first time they’d met. “I’m fine.”
“You sure are.”
Urgh. He’s drunk. “The men aren’t home.” As soon as she’d said as much, she regretted it. “I don’t know when they’re coming back, but it’ll probably be any minute now.”
After coming back from their ride, the men had taken care of the horses, giving her time to clean up. Yet by the time she’d hurriedly showered, they’d shown up at the bunkhouse door. She’d gotten excited all over again, but her excitement had died when they’d explained that there was a problem with the herd. She’d even offered to go with them, but they’d refused, telling her, in no uncertain words, that she wasn’t ready to ride the herd. They hadn’t told her when they’d be back, and now she wished she’d asked.
“I’ll tell them you stopped by.” She started to shut the door, but Ron reacted faster than she would’ve thought a drunk could. Alarm rushed through her, but she did her best to not let it show. Instead, she arched an eyebrow and gave him a stern look.
“No need.” He put his hand against the door, keeping it propped open. “Still, I wouldn’t mind keeping you company until they get back.” He glanced behind her. “I heard your friend is staying here with you. Where’s she at?”
“That’s none of your business.” Not that she knew where Winnie was at the moment, but even if she did, Ron would be the last one she’d tell.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’ll bet the boys had to go out and take care of the herd, didn’t they? And to think they left you all by your little lonesome. That’s just flat-out ungentlemanly of them. But don’t you worry none, little pretty. I’ll step in and help them out. You let old Ron keep the wolves away from your door.” His hungry gaze ran the length of her. “We could have a lot of fun, you and me. I can show you a real good time.” He chuckled. “Fuck. Wait. That’s what you’re supposed to say.”
“Please leave.”
Suddenly, he paused, then leaned forward and sniffed. “Hey. Did they give you a little sumthin’-sumthin’?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She doubted he knew what he meant and was just letting the booze talk.
“Aw, come on. I don’t mind, if you don’t mind.”
If I don’t mind what? Not that I’m going to ask.
She blocked his attempt to step over the threshold. “No, thank you. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t like you coming inside. Go away.” Daring to do so, she pushed him hard enough to make him take a step back. When he did, he turned the door loose. She slammed it shut before he had time to react. Drawing the curtains over the window of the front door together, she then put her back to the door.
What will I do if he tries to get in?
She could call the men or Winnie, but would anyone get back to the ranch in time?
Thankfully, he muttered a few curse words, most of them slurring together. She heard him stumble away from the door.
Turning the deadbolt, which she should’ve turned right away, she backed away from the door. When nothing happened and she could no longer hear him, she let out a breath, turned off the lights so he’d think she’d gone to sleep, then half fell onto a nearby chair.
Please come home. Anyone. Someone.
Chapter Six
Matt cradled his hand behind Bree’s head. She was gorgeous, every inch of her the perfect mate. Her mouth around his cock was heaven on earth, yet with all the sin in hell mixed in. He rocked his hips, taking care not to go too deep. Burton and Ridge were nearby, watching, hungering, but, for once, Matt had her all to himself.
“That’s it, baby. Take as much of it in as you can.”
Her beautiful blue eyes lifted to meet his. Her long, brunette hair, reminding him of his favorite filly, cascaded over her shoulders. Her hair felt like silk against his callused hand. He moaned and silently thanked his lucky stars to have finally found her.
Delicious tension rose higher and higher. He’d thought he’d reached his limit, but when she cupped his balls, her fingers moving to make them dance, he realized he was wrong.
Holy hell, a man could only stand so much pleasure. He was going to blow if he didn’t manage, some way, somehow to hold on.
She mewled, the sound nearly destroying him. Her breasts bounced prettily, and with a slight lengthening of his neck, he caught a tantalizing view of her butt.
How had he managed to live without her? He didn’t know, but he knew that if he ever lost her, he might as well lie down and die.
Thinking was suddenly gone as his orgasm grew harder, tighter, a volcano ready to erupt. He groaned, but the groan soon morphed into a growl. His climax ripped him apart, barreling through him.
Matt sat up, his hand on his cock, his chest rising and falling with panted breaths. For a moment, confusion set in, and at first, he didn’t recognize his own bedroom. He glanced down, wondering at the stickiness.
Damn. When was the last time I had a wet dream?
But this wasn’t any ordinary wet dream. His memory of Bree taking his cock had come back to him in his dreams. Just as she’d done before, she’d brought him to a powerful rushing release.
Fucking herd.
He and his brother and cousin had spent way too long trying to pull the herd of cattle together. First one would stray then another. Then, when they’d found one of the newly born calves caught in tree limbs at the bottom of a gully, they’d spent most of the day trying to get it out. After that, they’d had to keep the poor thing calm while the vet checked it for injuries. Although they’d been close enough to ride home, they’d agreed to sleep close to the herd. Someone had to stay with them for a couple of nights. Normally, they’d have taken turns doing so, but none of them wanted one man to see their mate without the others in tow.
He’d already caught hell from Burton and Ridge for giving her a taste of his allure, but it had been worth it. He’d done it as much to keep her safe from getting the allure of another shifter than anything else. At least, that was the reason he insisted was the truth.
The truth, however, was that he’d wanted her so much he hadn’t been able to resist.
At last, after two days of misery and missing Bree, they’d returned home late at night. The light from his alarm clock shone brightly, telling him it was three in the morning, only an hour since he’d laid his weary bones to bed. No doubt Bree and Winnie would be asleep. Still, he had to check.
Padding over to the window, he gazed down at the bunkhouse and found it as dark as when they’d come home.
Damn.
A noise from down the hall jerked his attention toward the bedroom door. He waited for another sound, but when it didn’t come, he assumed either Ridge or Burton had stumbled in the dark.
Tomorrow. Even if all the cattle and horses fall and break their damn necks, I’m going to be with Bree.
With the promise made, he stormed out of his room and pounded on first Ridge’s then Burton’s bedroom doors. If he couldn’t relieve his frustration with Bree’s help, then he’d do it another way. “Get the fuck up. Now.”
Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for them to get to their doors. Ridge had on a pair of long underwear while Burton was completely undressed.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Burton.
Matt scowled. “I sure as hell hope so. Otherwise, I’m staring at your puny cock for nothing.”
Ridge shoved his long underwear down to his ankles then kicked it off. “We need to run.”
They’d been exhausted when they’d finally made it back to the ranch. But sometimes the best way to rid themselves of human exhaustion was to run as lions. “Good. Let’s go.”
The sound of snoring stopped them. Matt turned toward the fourth bedroom at the end of the hallway. That was where the custom-made bed was. None of them had used that bedroom, preferring to save it for their future mate.
Fuck no.
He recognized that snore. He’d heard it enough times before when Ron had ended up sleeping off a bender on the couch. Matt threw open the door. Ron Gardner lay on his back, his arms flung outward, his legs spread. His mouth had fallen open, giving way to those incredibly loud snores. “Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is he doing in here?” He started toward the bed, but Ridge grabbed his arm.
