Wild Need [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  But could she? She positioned her body under the shower to wash off the soap. Cort had said her coming to the ranch was no mistake. Was it really fate? Or had they had a bigger hand in it, more than hiring her for a job? She peeked around the curtain, her nerves playing her.

  He’d also said to look into her heart. Did she dare? Or would she find an answer she didn’t want? She’d never placed much stock in fate or destiny, preferring to think she made her own way in the world. But who knew? Closing her eyes, she stood still, letting the sound of the water free her mind of her myriad of thoughts.

  Almost before she had a chance to ready herself, she saw them. Travis, Cort, and Tucker. Their faces came to her as though she’d known them since childhood. Her body reacted to the images with such an intense yearning she had to hold the shower bar to force the dizziness away. She wanted them more than anything she’d ever wanted. More than a great job. More than living in a bigger city. But could she really have them?

  Determined to find answers to her questions, she turned off the shower and stepped onto the mat. Taking the oversized towel hanging on the towel bar, she started drying her body.

  * * * *

  Travis stalked into his room, his belly on fire for Kate. Seeing her nipples through the wet shirt had sent flames of need coursing through him that could only be put out by her.

  He’d had other women, but he’d only gone through the motions with them. Slam, bam, and don’t call me, ma’am was his motto. But not with Kate. Not with their future mate. She was the real deal, and they had to approach her with caution. They couldn’t risk scaring her away. Still, if he had the chance to lie between her legs, he’d take it.

  Maybe Cort was right. Maybe they should treat her from the start the way they planned to treat her once she was their mate. She was here, and he’d be damned if he’d allow her to leave. Not after all the time they’d spent finding her.

  Tucker had taken six months to search for her. Using his werewolf instincts, he’d followed his intuition and had wound his way to Oklahoma. Finding her in a neighboring state was a stroke of luck. He could’ve ended up in another country or, worse, not found her at all. Like every werewolf in Forever, they’d depended on fate to bring their mate to them. When they’d finally tired of waiting, they’d done what all werewolves dreaded they’d have to do. They’d sent one of their own to search for her.

  He could still remember the excitement in Tucker’s voice when he’d phoned to say he’d located her. As chance—or fate—would have it, he’d walked by her on the way to see his friend Joe Barnes. She’d almost knocked him over with the need she’d sent spiraling into him, and, playing it cautious, he’d had their friend Joe find out about her.

  She was desperate for a job to repay her college loans and dying to move out of her father’s tiny apartment. Joe located a former professor of hers who then told her about the job. The rest, as they say, was history.

  Travis sniffed himself and decided he needed a shower. Nothing brought out the sweat in a man more than working cattle. The sun mixed with the pungent smell of cowhide and manure didn’t make a fragrance any man wanted, much less a woman. Tugging off his clothes and leaving them lying where he’d dropped them, he opened the door to the bathroom and froze.

  Chapter Four

  Naked, her skin glowing from the heat of the shower, Kate stood with her back to him. The large white towel she used to dry her hair covered her head and one shoulder. She was unaware of his presence, and after what had happened with the hose, he knew he should back out of the room as fast as he could.

  Travis knew it, but his inner wolf had a different idea. Inhaling the sweet fragrance of roses, soap, and her own unique scent, he couldn’t have left the room if his life depended on it. Instead, he came behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

  She gasped but didn’t fight to get away. He could smell the rush of her sex spreading between her legs, could sense her body telling her to accept what it knew to be true. Even if she didn’t know it, her body recognized him as her mate.

  He nuzzled his face against her still-damp shoulder and palmed her breasts. She moaned and leaned against his chest as he played his thumbs over her hard nipples.

  “I didn’t know you were in here,” he murmured against her skin. “But I’m not leaving.”

  She placed her hands on top of his and pressed down to make him squeeze her breasts. He nibbled her neck and pushed her wet hair out of the way as he traveled to her ear. Nipping at her earlobe, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

  She was damp against his dry skin, and he couldn’t wait to see how wet she was between her legs. If her scent was any indication, she was already creaming. His cock throbbed to life, jerking upward to wedge between her butt cheeks. She skimmed her palms along his arms and reached for him.

  Using one arm, he lifted her breasts as she tugged on his hair, trying to get him to turn her to face him. Instead, he tightened his hold on her, bouncing her tits as he slipped a hand down to hold his cock. He pushed against her buttocks, inching toward the tight ring of muscles of her butt hole. He gritted his teeth, prolonging his need to shove his cock deep inside her.

  They’d promised they’d take her together for the first time and show her what to expect once she was their mate. But that promise, along with his resolve not to fuck her, was obliterated by his overwhelming need for her.

  He rocked his hips forward and backward in an imitation of how he would take her. Front or back, he didn’t care, but he couldn’t wait another moment. His pre-cum wet her butt and his hand as he started to pump.

  She made a small mewling sound and pushed his arm away from her breasts. Turning around, she met his eyes, the yearning on her face unmistakable. “Let me.”

  Dropping to her knees, she took his cock and renewed the stroking he’d begun. He moaned, digging his fingers through her long wet hair. She stroked him harder then flicked the end of her tongue over the tip of his cock. He jerked, regaining control just in the nick of time. He hadn’t had a woman make him come so fast since he was a teenager. But just looking at Kate on her knees before him had him gritting back his climax.

  His balls drew up as she cupped them then leaned forward to push his cock out of the way and skim her tongue over them. Fondling them, she brought her tongue along the length of him until he almost begged her to take him into her mouth. Instead, she flicked her tongue over the tip.

  “You’re teasing me. Suck on me, baby.”

  She looked up at him, a temptress with smoky green eyes. “Maybe it’s payback for the wet T-shirt show I gave you.”

  “Sugar, if this is payback, then I want you to pay me back good. Come on, suck on me.”

  She tilted her head to the side as though considering his request. Without warning, she dragged him into her mouth. Her mouth enclosed him in warmth, and he ached to touch her tits but couldn’t reach them. She had complete control over him.

  Keeping her mouth wrapped around his cock, she whirled her tongue over and under his length then sucked him in only to release him with a popping sound. She drew him in again and squeezed his balls just enough to make him groan. He inhaled as she skimmed her teeth over his skin then nibbled on the end of his cock. In a matter of minutes, she’d taken him to his breaking point. Unable to withstand it any longer, he reached down and pulled her to her feet.

  He crushed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue inside to ravish her mouth. He tasted his pre-cum, but that taste was soon replaced with her flavors. He drank her in, pulling her tongue inside his mouth.

  Tracking his fingers through her hair, he kept her to him as he claimed her ass with his other hand. Her nipples pressed against his chest, hard little pebbles that delighted him. Gripping hard, he squeezed her butt cheek. He broke the kiss and was satisfied to see her plumped, full lips.

  “Time for a little payback of my own.”

  Guiding her, he settled her on top of the toilet and moved her legs apart. Spreading
her pussy lips, he got a good look at her pink, wet pussy. “I bet you taste as sweet as you look.”

  Her mouth parted as though to say something, but he didn’t care. Bending forward on his knees, he dove in to taste her nectar. She reached out and clung to his hair, holding him to her pussy. Pulling her wider, he whipped his tongue over her clit and was rewarded with a need-filled moan. Again and again he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her as she’d teased him.

  But teasing could last only so long before the yearning took over. He flicked his tongue one last time then dove in, flattening his mouth against her pussy. She cried out and slid lower on the toilet as he pulled her legs over his shoulders.

  She tasted better than he could’ve imagined. She was sweet and spicy at the same time, tangy and tart all rolled into one. He couldn’t put into words just how delectable she was. How could any man describe the taste of paradise?

  Sucking her clit brought a flush of her juices. He lapped them up like a thirsty man and fondled her breast. He added two fingers to her pussy as he flicked his tongue in fast, hard movements over her clit. Her cunt closed around his fingers as her mouth had done to his cock. His cock stood straight and full, ready to ram into her.

  She groaned her complaint as he broke away from her and sat back. “Please.”

  “Please what?” Her face, beautiful as always, was even more so now. She seemed to have an ethereal presence about her.

  “Please don’t stop.” She reached for him, but he scooted just out of reach.

  “Stop what? Doing this?” He moved forward in one quick move and drove his fingers into her pussy.

  She reached down to rub her clit in circular motions. “Please eat me again.”

  “Naw. I think it’s time for more than the first course.” He moved away, laughing as she tried to grab his arm. Putting his back against the tub, he wiggled his finger at her. “Climb on, baby, and I’ll give you a ride.”

  She practically fell on top of him, rubbing her pussy against his cock. He took her hair in his hands and made her look him in the eye. “You’d better not even think of leaving.”

  She moaned but avoided his eyes, and he knew. After the teasing with the water hose, she’d given it some thought. He shook her head, startling her into paying attention to him and not his erection.

  “This didn’t go as we’d planned, but that doesn’t matter any longer. You’re here to stay. Is that understood?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

  “Good. Now ride me, girl. Show me how much you want my cock inside you.”

  He took her breast, lifting it to his mouth as he tilted his head to watch her guide his cock inside her. Holding her tit between his teeth, he kept his other hand tangled in her damp hair.

  She closed her eyes as he slid into her, going deep but not deep enough. He thrust his hips upward, driving harder, and watched her mouth open even wider.

  “Bounce, baby. Show me how good you can ride.”

  She held onto his shoulders and used her hips to thrust against him. Her breasts danced with his thrusts as he pounded into her. Harder and deeper he went. She opened her eyes, and he saw the lust there and felt his cock grow even bigger.

  “Travis.” Her voice was guttural, animalistic in her need.

  He rammed into her as she started circling her hips, grinding into him as much as she could. He slid his hands to the top of her ass, felt the arch of her back as she offered her tits to him. She rode him, like Godiva come to life.

  “That’s it, baby. I’m going to fuck you good. And you’re staying, because you’re ours now. We’re never letting you go.”

  The faint glimpse of worry on her face was washed away by need as he pushed her to her back. She wrapped her legs around him and he plunged into her again, striving to hit her sweet spot.

  Flattening his hands on either side of her head, he became the rider as he clenched and unclenched his butt cheeks with each thrust. Sliding his tongue over the O her mouth formed, he pressed his forehead against her shoulder and watched her breasts jiggle with their movements. Their bodies slapped together as his crotch met hers.

  “Give it to me, Kate. I want to hear you say my name when you come.”

  She bit her plump lower lip, sending renewed lust to surge more strength into his cock. The sensation of her pussy wrapped around him was almost too good to stand. But he was determined not to come. Balancing his weight on one hand, he rubbed her clit as he slid in and out of her.

  She inhaled then arched her breasts toward him as her climax exploded. Her body shuddered as she closed her eyes and rode her release. She was innocent girl and temptress woman rolled into one sexy body.

  Letting go, he shot his seed into her and took a nipple into his mouth. Their bodies trembled together as he fell to the cool tile beside her.

  “Damn it, Travis, do you hear me?”

  Kate yanked the towel on the floor to shield her body, but he didn’t bother covering himself. Cort always yelled from downstairs and rarely came looking for him.

  “Yeah, I hear you.” He added in a whisper to her, “At least now I do.”

  She smiled, the tops of her breasts peeking over the towel. “What’s he want?” she whispered back.

  “If you want to eat, then hurry up and get your ass down here. That goes for you, too, Kate.”

  “Will do!” Travis chuckled as he got onto his feet then helped her up. “But I think I already had dessert.”

  He caught her hand as she pivoted to go into her bedroom. “I think we’d better keep what went on in here our little secret. For now, anyway.”

  * * * *

  “It’s about time you two got down here. We’re eating in the kitchen as usual.” Tucker stood in the foyer and watched his friend and Kate hurry down the staircase. On top of coming down at the same time, they didn’t speak or even acknowledge the other. Almost as though they’re keeping a secret.

  He slapped Travis on the arm, noting how his friend and Kate kept their eyes away from him. Yep. Something’s happened, and judging from the shy way Kate’s acting I have a good hunch what that something is.

  Kate’s wet hair made a damp trail down the dark-blue blouse she wore. Her hips, cocooned in a pair of skinny jeans, had a nice sway to them as he followed her into the kitchen. Travis pulled out a chair for her then took the seat on the other side of the table, directly across from her.

  Cort already had the meatloaf and potatoes on the table and was putting the hot buttered rolls into a basket. Tucker grabbed a red wine from the rack by the counter then dug into a drawer for the bottle opener. Easing by her, he inhaled slowly and caught the scent. Her scent was mixed with Travis’s in an undeniable aroma of sex. Catching Travis’s attention, he shot him a look that told his friend he was on to him then settled into the chair to the right of Kate. Travis shrugged and started passing the meatloaf around.

  Kate smiled her thanks and cut a piece of meatloaf. She took the bowl of potatoes next and shook her head as Cort offered her the basket of rolls.

  “So, Kate, how do you think you’re going to like it here?” Tucker kept the suspicion out of his tone but zeroed in on Travis.

  “Oh, I’m sure I will.” She unknowingly tilted her head toward Travis, an unmistakable body tell.

  Tucker shifted his gaze to a confused-looking Cort. “I’m glad. Is there anything or anyone you might have a problem with?”

  She blinked, startled at the question. “I don’t know what you mean. Unless, of course, it’s the matter of what exactly my job entails.”

  “Didn’t we already go over this? You’re working for all three of us, which means you do anything that we need you to do.”

  A blush spread up her cheeks and into her face at Cort’s answer. “Right. Including getting a cow out of the mud. I get it. But hopefully that doesn’t happen too often. I mean, most of my work will entail what a normal secretary’s job would, right?”

  “Right.” Tucker chec
ked Cort again and saw it written on his face. He’d picked up the aroma of sex between Travis and Kate, too. “Along with a little light housekeeping.”

  She took her first bite of the meatloaf and stopped. When she saw Tucker watching her, she began to chew, her expression a mask of polite horror.

  “We’re going to expect you to do at least some of the cooking.” Travis jabbed his fork into the meatloaf. “As you can tell, we’re not very good cooks. Cort cooked most of this meal, and he’s the best cook out of the three of us.”

  To her credit, Kate managed to choke down the meat. “No problem. I actually like to cook.”

  “That’s a relief.” Tucker gave her a smile and tried to let her know he wouldn’t blame her for having sex with Travis. They would share her once she was their mate, but they’d sworn to keep their hands to themselves until they were ready to claim her. Still, Travis breaking their vow wasn’t too great a surprise. He tended to do as he liked, to hell with the consequences.

  “Then you’ll have breakfast ready by six.”

  Kate brought her wineglass to her lips then paused to stare at Travis. “Six? As in six in the morning?”

  “Which means you’ll have to get up before that to have it on the table by six. We get up early and go to bed early. At least on the weekdays. The weekends are a different matter.” Travis tore a roll in half and popped one half into his mouth.

  “Your hours are whenever we need you. Six in the morning isn’t unusual, and, if you’re a better cook than Cort, you’re going to cook a lot of the meals.” Travis slid his arm around the top of her chair.

  Tucker and Cort exchanged another glance, but, unlike him, Cort wasn’t ready to ignore the unspoken problem between them any longer. “So, tell me, Travis. When did you two have sex?”

  Kate’s fork clattered to the table. Her eyes widened as she turned to Cort and asked, “What did you say?”

  Travis laid his hand on top of hers. “Don’t worry about it, Kate.”