by Jane Jamison
“Front.”
No matter. He’d plunge his cock inside her sweet, round ass soon enough.
He pressed his thumb against her clit harder and kept fucking her with his finger. “God, you’re tight.” She squirmed and gripped his arm as her body stiffened. A flood of warmth flushed over his finger as her body shook with the climax.
“Turn around.” He let her go, careful to make sure she could stand on her own.
She did, a wicked smile on her face. When she started to speak, he placed the finger he’d fucked her with to her lips.
“Shh. Don’t ruin it.” Damn, how he loved it when her eyes blazed with irritation. She hated for him to tell her to be quiet, but she didn’t say anything.
“Take off your clothes. Slow.” He ran his tongue over his upper lip.
Celia arched an eyebrow but stayed silent. Taking a step back, she crossed her arms and, taking the hem of her blouse, drew it upward in a torturously slow ascent. Her stomach was flat and oh so delectable. He bit his lower lip, his inner wolf howling for him to tear the clothes from her and throw her to the floor. She reached her breasts, showing him only the curve of the bottom of them. Then, with her smile widening, she drew her shirt off and dropped it to the floor.
Aiden moaned, pushing back at his need to have her. She still had more to show him. “Your skirt. Now.”
She toed off her heels then pivoted, placing her back to him. Gazing at him coyly from over her shoulder, she unzipped the skirt and shimmied it lower. She paused just as it reached the crack of her butt.
He ran a hand over his face, wondering why the saliva bursting into his mouth wasn’t running down his chin. “That’s it, baby. Keep going.”
“If I do, will you kiss my ass?”
His inner wolf scratched, clawing to get at her. “You bet your sweet ass I will.”
She slid the skirt lower, controlling it so that she showed only a little more pale skin with each move. At last, she let the skirt fall over the rise of her bottom and drop to puddle at her feet.
Aiden released pent-up air he hadn’t known he was holding. “You’ve got a great ass.”
“You said you’d kiss it.”
“Like I said before. First things first.” He tore his shirt from his body, not bothering to unbutton it. Kicking his boots from him, he made quick work of his buckle and belt, and soon his jeans fell to his feet. He stepped out of them and went to his knees.
“Grab your knees, baby.”
She leaned over and did as he commanded, opening herself to him. He sighed, loving the ring of tight muscles of her butt hole. Running his hands over her cheeks, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue along her butt. She gasped and would’ve taken a step forward if he hadn’t held her back by holding onto her hips. He slid his tongue over one cheek and slapped the other one. She yelped but stayed as she was.
“A kiss is all you’re getting for now.”
She glanced at him again, her face filled with need then confusion. “Why do your eyes look different? They’ve got amber flecks in them.”
“It’s just a trick of the light. Now turn around.”
“No, that’s not it. I remember seeing—oh, hell.”
He turned her around would’ve sworn he’d died and gone to heaven. How long had he waited for this moment? How many times had he pleasured himself while dying for her to finally find him?
Her softly rounded mons was almost eye level. But more important, it was mouth level. He grabbed her, more roughly than he’d intended, and pulled her to him. She grabbed his shoulders to stay on her feet.
Pressing his face to her pussy, he swiped his tongue between the folds. She made the sound of pleasure he loved so much. Spreading her lips with his thumbs, he revealed her swollen clit and pulled her forward. Sucking, he brought her into his mouth. She dug her fingernails into his skin. Holding the tender flesh between his teeth, he flicked his tongue over it and was rewarded with an agonized cry.
Around in circles he swiped his tongue. She trembled and cried out his name. Sucking, nibbling, he drank her juices and wanted more. “Spread your legs.”
As soon as she did, he growled and spread her folds wider. His thumbs massaged the area around her clit while his teeth and tongue worked her.
“Aiden, please.”
He knew what she wanted, and he had to give it to her. If he didn’t, his aching cock would burst. He rested on his heels, pulling her down on top of him.
For a moment, they paused and simply stared at each other. “You’re ours. From this minute on, you’re only for us.”
“Us?” Her half-lidded gaze sought his. “It’s okay to share?”
“It’s more than okay as long as it’s just me, Trent, and Steve.”
Her mouth parted, and she tried to wiggle his cock inside her. “Aiden, come on.”
He gripped her ass, digging his fingers into her skin. She cried out and threw her head back. He thrust upward, sliding his cock into her as though she’d been made for him. She was tight, her walls trapping his cock and holding him inside her.
He rocked, easing his cock deeper and deeper. She met his gaze, and together they moved, molding to each other. When she lifted a breast, he bent and took her nipple in his mouth.
He tried to take it slowly, tried to make it last, but the lust he’d felt for her on that first day had stayed with him. She pushed against him, urging him to go farther, harder.
He rammed into her, her ass meeting his balls now, and he slapped her butt. Her pussy clenched around him as she let out a small “uh” with every thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving a mark he would treasure later, and he slapped her butt cheek again, harder than before, wanting to leave a mark of his own.
Suddenly, she tensed and looked into his eyes. He could see her as she flew over the edge. Warm cream gushed over his balls and broke his last hold on his own release. He ground against her, roaring his climax and filling her with his hot cum. Trembling, she fell against him, trusting him to hold her up.
The perspiration between them slickened their bodies as she laid her head on his shoulder. She shifted, stirring the remnants of lust through him. Vaguely he wondered how soon he’d be ready to fuck her again.
“Do you think Steve and Trent heard us?”
“Baby, I’d be surprised if the whole damn town didn’t hear us.” He moved, lifting her to her feet before he staggered to his. Opening one of the cabinets under the bar, he handed her a towel and took one for himself.
“Aiden?”
Her face was flushed with their lovemaking, and her eyes still held the drowsy look of lust. “Yeah?”
“This makes things different between us, right?” She finished toweling off then slipped her skirt on. Her breasts bounced with her movements.
“I’d say so.” He threw on his buttonless shirt then tugged on his jeans and boots. Straightening, he watched her slip her shirt over her head.
“Aiden, I need to know. I hope you don’t think I’m a—you know. I mean, I know what it looks like. First Steve and Trent in the kitchen, and now you down here.”
“Do you think you’re a slut?” He couldn’t resist teasing her.
“No. What’s good for the goose and all.” But her eyes still held the question.
“Why did you, Celia? Why did you do all of us?” He had to hear her say it before he could believe it.
Her face took on a thoughtful expression. “I don’t know. But it’s like there’s a special connection between us. Not just you and me, but me with Trent and Steve, too. Like we were meant to be together.”
She shook her head. “That sounds really lame, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all.”
She’d said it. She’d validated everything he’d known from the first second he’d seen her. If only her stubbornness hadn’t gotten between them.
“Then you feel it, too?”
“Yeah. We feel it, too.”
“Is that what you meant when you said I was for all of y
ou?”
She handed the towel to him, and he tossed them into a linen basket. He was about to tell her when his gaze landed on the key hanging on the side of the nearest wine rack.
He studied the key as though not believing his eyes. When had anyone put a key downstairs? Or a lock on the door? Picking it off the hook, he held it up for Celia to see. “You’re never going to believe this, but look what I just found.”
She squinted at the key. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yep. It’s a key. And I’m guessing it goes to the door.” He walked over, slid the key into the keyhole, and opened the door. “I just noticed. This is a new lock.”
“Uh-huh.”
He cringed at the tone of her voice. Shit. Not again. He tried to head her off at the pass but failed.
“This was all a setup, wasn’t it? You tricked me into this basement because you wanted to fuck me.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t know someone put a new lock on the door.” He was furious. At himself. At Trent and Steve. But especially at her, for thinking he’d stoop so low.
“Yeah, right. Likely story.” She pushed against him, moving him out of the way. “And I fell for the whole stupid lie about being meant for each other. What a load of shit.”
“Celia, damn it. I didn’t know.”
She stormed up the steps, carrying her heels. “Aiden Carr, go fuck yourself!”
Chapter Six
“I’ve turned into a whore. Nothing but a scuzzy, sleep-with-every-man-I-see whore.” Celia threw herself onto the bed next to where Sandy sat. She shook her head and stared at the ceiling. What had gotten into her since coming to Forever? Was the water spiked and driving women to do whatever any man wanted them to do? The way she acted around Trent, Steve, and Aiden made her wonder if they hadn’t put a spell on her. She was no angel, but since when did she have sex with three different men she barely knew?
“You’re not a whore.” Sandy shot her a look. “You can’t think that way just because of what happened last night at their place.”
“So what would you call letting three men fuck you? I’m easy, and they know it.”
Sandy chuckled then rolled her lips under at Celia’s glare. “Does that mean you think I’m a whore? After all, I did the same thing. Then I dumped my friends to stay here with them. Girl, if you’re a whore, then I’m one, too. As well as most of the women in Forever.”
Celia sat up and studied her friend. “Now that you mention it again, what’s with all the women in this town?”
“What do you mean?”
Had Sandy turned her head away to avoid looking at her? Or was it just a coincidence? “Take the people at the bar the other night. The men outnumbered the women at least two to one. Texas isn’t like Alaska, with more men than women. So what gives?”
“I haven’t noticed.” Sandy stood up and walked over to fold the clothes she’d left on the chair.
“Like hell you haven’t. Come on. What’s going on?”
“What do I look like? Wikipedia in human form? I don’t know. That just seems to be how people around here like it. And frankly, talking from experience, it’s a hell of a good way to live.”
She had to admit it. Having three men who wanted her was an amazing feeling. But could it last? Wouldn’t one of them eventually grow jealous? Would she decide she liked one man more than the others? Would she grow to like Steve and Trent more than Aiden? Was last night an indication of who she liked more?
Her stomach did a flip. Truth was, Aiden fascinated her just as much as the other two men did. Maybe even a little more since Steve and Trent were so easy to get along with. But after getting trapped in the basement, could she ever trust him enough to really care for him?
She remembered his expression when he’d told her he’d found a key. Now that she’d had time to think about it, she was sure he’d been genuinely surprised. He’d gotten angry enough when she accused him like an innocent man might. Could he have been telling her the truth about the door? If so, could Steve and Trent have had something to do with the lock?
Sandy pivoted toward her, her eyes sparkling. “I do know one thing. You’re not easy. It’s just that you recognize that these men are special to you.”
Special? Celia frowned. The men were special, but wasn’t it more than that? She’d known other men who were special in their own way, but not like these men. “Yeah, they are. But it’s almost like I feel compelled to be with them. Like I’ve waited for them my whole life. Does that sound crazy?”
“Not at all. I feel the same way about my men. I knew it from the first second I saw them.”
Didn’t one of my men say the same thing? But which one? Wait. My men?
“What about now, Sandy? Do you feel the same way? Or is one of them more important than the others?”
Sandy considered what she’d said then shook her head. “No, not really. I mean, sure, there are times when I seem to be in tune with one more than the others, but that doesn’t mean I love any of them less. Each man gets special attention from me at different times. At other times, we’re all in sync. Whichever way it happens to be, I’m always their main focus, which is the best part of having three men love and adore you.”
Three men to love and adore her? Celia liked the idea more than she could say. “But don’t you guys ever have any arguments? With four different personalities, I’d think fights would happen all the time.”
“It doesn’t happen all that often, but yeah, there are times when I’d love to bite one of their heads off. And with men being men, they get to dogging each other and end up in a fight every so often.” Sandy sat next to her. “But that’s normal, right? No one can get along a hundred percent of the time. We’re no different.”
“How about at first? You know, after Daniella and I left? Did you click with all of them? Or did one drive you crazy?”
Sandy took her hand. “You mean like you and Aiden?”
“Please tell me your men don’t act like Aiden. Ever.”
“Like I said, we have our fights, too. But I wouldn’t let whatever’s happening between you and Aiden worry you.”
“You wouldn’t? Why not? He’s just so damn bullheaded.”
“Hello, pot. I’d watch what names you call the kettle.”
“Funny, Sandy. Real funny.”
“Okay, think of it this way. Do you get the same sense of connection with Aiden that you do with Trent and Steve?”
“Yeah. Exactly the same. I think”—she stopped and reconsidered telling Sandy then dove ahead—“that I really care for these guys. Trent is kind and funny, while Steve has charm with a dash of wildness. Aiden is the serious one of the bunch, but he’s smart and witty, too, once you get past all his surliness. And God knows they’re all sexy as hell. And yeah, the bond between us is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I belong here. Like I belong with them. Argh!”
Sandy laughed and patted her arm. “I think it’s time you faced it. You’re hooked. As far as Aiden goes, maybe that’s just the way your relationship works. Maybe you fight because both of you like it.”
“We like to argue? Then why do I get along so easily with Steve and Trent?”
“Just because you’re linked to these men doesn’t mean your relationship with each man won’t be different. In fact, I think it’s great that they aren’t the same.”
Celia threw her arms above her head and stared at the ceiling as though she’d find the answers in the smooth white surface. Was she linked to them in an invisible way? Was that why she tingled whenever she got close to them?
“Sandy, you’re sure this is the life you want, right?”
“Without a doubt.”
Celia rolled onto her side and bent her arm to prop up her head. “So why aren’t you guys getting married?”
“And be labeled bigamists by the laws of Texas? No thank you.”
“Why not marry one of them? The other two could stay, and nothing would really change, right?
But at least then you’d get the benefits of being a wife. You know, health benefits, insurance, inheritance. That kind of thing.”
Sandy’s face lit up. “Trust me. I don’t need insurance. As far as inheritance goes, it’s already set up. I don’t need to be a wife, because I’m already committed to them. Besides, marrying just one would be disrespectful to the other two. It’s just not done around these parts.”
“But you took their last names and added them to yours. Why not do it legally?”
Sandy shrugged. “I added the names with a hyphen because that’s the full name I want to use. But to do it legally would open us up to a lot questions we don’t want to answer. My driver’s license and other legal documents are still in my maiden name. Trust me. We’re not one of those fringe elements that are planning on a war with the government, but we do like to do things our way. And around here, that’s what the women do as a sign of respect for their ma—their partners.”
“Sandy? Can you come down here for a second?”
“That’s Luke calling.” Sandy had her hand on the doorknob before Celia could get moving. When had her friend gotten so fast? “I’ll be right back once I find out what Luke wants.”
Celia started toward her. “I’ll come with you.”
“No!” Sandy lifted her hand to stop her. “Uh, I mean, it’s fine. Just stay and relax. I’ll be right back. I promise.”
Why is she acting so weird? “Sure. Okay. Calm down. I’ll stay put if that’s what you want.”
Sandy’s smile seemed even brighter than usual as though she was relieved that Celia had finally agreed to wait for her. She opened the door then closed it behind her. Celia pivoted to the mirror over the large, ornate dresser, picked up the brush Sandy had said she could use, and dragged it through her hair.
The sound of the door opening had her turning back to it. “That didn’t take long. What did Luke want?”
Trent stuck his head around the edge of the door. “Can I talk to you a minute?”
“Sure. I guess. What’s going on?” A nervous tickle started at the base of her neck and headed in a downward slide along her spine. She laid the brush back on the dresser and faced him.
