Under His Holster [Winchester, Arizona 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  She mewled and made a V with two of her fingers, grazing her plump clitoris with them. “Yes.”

  His grunt sounded predatory, and it made her feverish to hear.

  “Do you have any idea how hot you are, Ivy?”

  “Thanks. I’m putting the phone down there now.”

  She held it near her mons as her finger swirled through her dampness. The slick noises aroused her, and judging by his loud moan that came from the phone, he seemed pleased as well.

  She lifted the phone back to her ear. “Did you hear it?”

  “Yeah, love, I heard it. It made me leak pre-cum all over my cock.”

  “Oh, wow,” she breathed. “I’d love to see it.”

  “You will. Are you close?”

  “Oh God, yes.”

  “Don’t come until I say. I mean it, Ivy. Your orgasms are mine to control. Got it?”

  Her core heated and her veins electrified like live wires sparking out of control. “Oh Wesley, I didn’t realize you liked to be all macho in bed.”

  He obviously wasn’t a virgin anymore if he was bold enough to have phone sex with her. While saddened by the knowledge, it was probably better that way. She’d had a partner since him, so it was only fair. And with his experience she wouldn’t have to teach him how to get her off.

  “That’s what you want in bed. A real man. A leader who tells you what to do and drives you crazy with pleasure.”

  Ivy let out a tiny cry at the fiery tingles dancing on her swollen nubbin. Being told what she wanted and having him be right excited her. She’d always wanted to be dominated and controlled in bed, though she didn’t know how far she could go with it.

  Jade had dominated her a little. She’d spanked her and used toys on her, but Jade seemed to want something more. Ivy figured that Jade, too, wanted to be submissive rather than dominant.

  “Yes, Wesley. I want that,” Ivy pleaded. “Oh God, it hurts.”

  “What hurts, little one?” Wesley asked.

  “My hoo-hah.”

  “Your pussy,” he corrected her.

  “Yes, my pussy aches for you.”

  His grunts vanished and his voice turned hoarse and thick with lust. “You want my cock?”

  “Yes, so bad. I wish you were here.”

  “So do I. Stick a finger up your vagina, but don’t break your hymen.”

  “What makes you think I still have my hymen?” she teased.

  “Ah damn, you gave it away after I died, didn’t you? That sucks. I wanted it.”

  “No. I saved it for you, sweetie. I mean not intentionally. It’s just it didn’t make sense to break it when I was with Jade, because it hurt and we just did other stuff. My virginity is yours, Wesley.”

  “Call me Master.”

  She giggled. “Shouldn’t our first time be slow and sweet? Then we can get to all the crazy stuff later.”

  He offered no reply to this. “I want you to close your eyes and listen to me lick and suck my finger and imagine me with my head between your legs, licking your sweet little clit.”

  She lost her breath and let her lids descend. The lewd, wet sound of his tongue gently licking his finger made her cunt gush with desire. The dirty moan and filthy slurping sounds made her clit ache and throb for his mouth.

  “Oh God, I’m so wet. I can almost feel your warm, wet mouth loving on me down there.”

  “I will lick you there, Ivy, so many times. I’m going to love all over you until you scream.”

  She bit back a frustrated cry when she felt her womb spasm mildly. “I need to come so bad. Please let me.”

  He sighed, sounding bothered. “You’re probably still picturing the ugly twig I used to be, but I don’t look like that anymore, Ivy. I started hitting the gym really hard after I recovered from my injuries. I’m all big and muscular now.”

  Her tummy rolled with happy jitters. “Really? I can’t picture you all buff and macho.”

  He snickered. “Thanks. How nice of you.”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just you used to be so thin, so to picture you with mass is kind of hard.”

  “Then picture somebody you know who does have a lot of muscle mass and imagine my head in place of his.”

  The only truly muscular person she knew personally had been Brutus. He’d had Wesley’s narrow, gorgeous brown eyes, but picturing him now would be weird and creepy given what he’d been.

  “Well, I knew a big, brawny man, but I can’t really picture your head attached to his body.”

  “Then just picture my face and dick.”

  “But I’ve never seen your wang.”

  He sounded annoyed. “Then just picture a dick and pretend it’s mine.”

  “Fine.”

  Her belly tightened when she pictured the only example of a penis she’d seen, but she couldn’t picture Brutus’s cock without seeing his face. She didn’t want to see his face when she came. She wanted to see Wesley’s.

  She fucked herself gently with her finger while teasing her pleading gem.

  “Is your clit all tingly and achy, love? Do you want me?”

  “So much. Please let me come. It hurts.”

  “So does my cock.”

  Ivy moaned and moved her finger from her clit when her orgasm whispered its arrival. She wouldn’t come without his permission if he didn’t want her to, but man, he was driving her crazy.

  “Will you take my cock in your mouth and suck it until I pour my cum down your throat?”

  She’d never done that before, but she was willing to try for him. “Yes.”

  He grunted deep in his chest, and the manly sound made her wet.

  “I will fuck your mouth, Ivy. I’ll fuck your wet pussy and your tight ass. You want it. Tell me you want it.”

  She whimpered, feeling electric spasms flutter inside her. God, she was close to losing it. She wasn’t sure about taking a cock up her butt, but maybe they could try it once after a bit of research and a lot of preparation.

  “Yes, but we’ll see about the butt part.”

  “You will take me up your ass, or I’ll hold you down and make you.”

  Ivy cried out softly, feeling her clit pulsate with urges as her slit oozed with nectar. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be held down and forced to surrender or if she was so horny that everything Wesley said aroused her.

  “I’m going to spank your cute little ass until it’s blushing pink with submission. You will submit to me, Ivy. I won’t let you fight me. You’re mine. Let me hear you say it.”

  “Please. I need to come. I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded in a fierce tone.

  “I’m yours, Wesley.”

  “Call me Master and beg me to let you come.”

  She was too worked up to laugh at the once-skinny man ordering her around like some powerful uber-alpha male. “Master, please let me come.”

  “Only if you picture my penis filling you and visualize the hot, gooey semen spurting out of my slit as it fills you. I want you to promise me you’ll come with that image in your head.”

  Her mind searched in vain for the memory of a cock she might have seen in a picture, but the only erection she could recall was Brutus’s. She didn’t want to think about him right now, though the memory of his strapping body and the fact that he’d had Wesley’s lovely eyes spiked her libido even higher.

  No. I’m going to picture Wesley, damn it.

  “I promise. Now please,” she implored.

  “Come for me, little one,” Wesley beckoned.

  Ivy rubbed the tender protrusion until she came, crying out with pleasure. Her vagina sucked her finger and she pictured the large, fleshy organ in motion and saw the pearly stream of semen squirt from the slit of his penis. It filled her, owned her.

  Brutus came to her memory and she felt guilty, but it was impossible to picture his cock without the rest of him. She wished she’d seen Wesley’s cock so she could envision it better.

>   “Say my name,” Wesley ordered.

  She was still flying too high, picturing all that man meat and the hot flow of seed, to think about what she said. “Brutus!”

  Her convulsions released her and she fell back on the bed and panted hard, wondering why it was so quiet on the other end. Then it hit her.

  “Wesley, are you there?”

  “Apparently not in your bed,” he snapped, sounding angry. “Who the hell is Brutus?”

  Shame pricked at her eyes. “He’s no one.”

  “Well, obviously he’s someone or you wouldn’t have said his name.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just you said to picture a cock, and his is the only one I’ve seen.”

  “So you slept with him?”

  “What? No!” God help her, she’d never have survived that. The man was too strong and dangerous to be a lover. “He’s just a porn actor.”

  His tone sounded relieved, and he chuckled. “Ivy, shame on you.”

  “I’m sorry. I was just curious.”

  She’d never seen a porn film in her life. The promiscuity would probably gross her out. She preferred monogamy and intimacy, not bed hopping.

  “That’s okay. I’m strong now, but I doubt I can compare with those guys.”

  “It’s okay. I don’t want a porn star, just you.”

  He sounded touched. “I want you, too, Ivy, so much. You have no idea. My parts hurt.”

  She giggled. “So romantic. Tell me you want to meet tonight.”

  “Definitely. Let’s shower and dress and then we’ll meet each other halfway. I’ve got to look at a map first, but we’ll pick a spot. Does that sound good?”

  Her face hurt from smiling. “Yeah, it sounds great. I can’t believe you’re alive. I missed you so much.”

  “I missed you, too, honey.” His tone got a sincere urgency in it. “Ivy, I really do love you. I worship the ground you walk on. I’ll never stop adoring you and needing you.”

  She started to weep.

  His tone grew concerned. “Are you crying?”

  “Yes, but I’m so happy. Thank you. I really needed to hear you say that.”

  His tone softened and became loving again. “I needed to say it. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “That’s so sweet.”

  “I won’t let you go again, Ivy, not ever. I’ll show you how good we are together, that we were made for each other,” he vowed with passion in his voice.

  “I know we were. You’re my soul mate.”

  There was silence on his end. “Thank you. You’re mine, little one. Get here as fast as you can, and I’ll drive quickly, too. I can’t stand being away from you.”

  Her heart beat with giddiness. “I will. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Ivy.”

  They hung up, and Ivy wept with joy as she got into the shower. Wesley was alive. The love of her life had come back to her. Moreover, after all these years he still wanted her, adored her. He even said he worshiped the ground she walked on. He’d never said that to her before, but it touched her deeply and made her feel like a goddess.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jade ran out of the house, needing to get away from Stetson Brooks. He was a freak and completely insane. He almost reminded her of a version of Mr. Rochester she’d seen, though he didn’t look like the actor. She thought Stetson was far more handsome.

  Her heart swelled with hope. A memory. Apparently she’d seen a Jane Eyre movie before. Why the hell did she keep getting trivial flashbacks? Something important and informative would be nice.

  She saw Doc at a distance. He waved at her and looked like he started coughing into his hand. Her amplified wolf hearing tuned in, and she heard him caught up in a violent hacking fit. He looked up at her, and she saw blood dribbling from his mouth, a lot of it. He fell over and hit the ground in such a way that she knew he’d given no care to trying to cushion his fall.

  “Doc,” she breathed in horror.

  The terror flowed like a surreal poison in her bloodstream, and she had haunting chills as she sprinted over to him. She dropped to her knees, skidded on the unforgiving, dust-packed ground, and then pulled him up so his head rested on her lap.

  “Doc! Can you hear me?”

  His eyes rolled back in his head and his breathing sounded awful. The gurgling told her he needed to swallow but couldn’t. She tipped him so the fluid ran out of his mouth.

  “Stetson! Help him!” she screamed. “Stay with me, Doc. Please. Stetson!”

  Jade started to get up to run back into the house for Stetson, but he came running out of the house, looking worried. How the heck he heard her was a miracle, but then she recalled that he wasn’t entirely human.

  “Shit! What happened?” Stetson pulled Doc up.

  “He just started coughing and fell over. I don’t think he can swallow.” She tried to keep from going hysterical so she could talk, but her control was frazzled.

  Stetson lifted Doc like it was nothing and headed toward the driveway. “Get in the truck. We’ll take him to the hospital.”

  * * * *

  Once Doc was examined and put in a bed, Jade knew what the oncologist would say before he ever even said it. Doc wouldn’t live through the night. He was put on oxygen, and she never left his bedside. He slept a while and finally his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw her, but he didn’t say anything. She took his hand and kissed it, trying not to let him see her tears, but it was useless.

  He caressed the top of her hand with his thumb and gazed at her a while before dozing off again.

  Stetson alternated between sitting in a chair and pacing around, though at times he stepped out of the room. He was for the most part his quiet, gruff, badass self, but whenever his eyes fell on Jade, they narrowed and he started stewing again.

  God help her, he knew what she looked like naked now, and she hadn’t even seen him. To make matters worse the anger bubbling over his handsome features seemed like a ticking time bomb, as though if he looked at her too much longer his head just might pop off from all the rage.

  What the hell was his problem? Why the heck had he claimed her and then cussed at her for making him lose control? He was the one who frigging bit her, for crying out loud.

  At one point while Doc slept Stetson strode back into the room, looking furious and tortured. “Bite him.”

  Jade wiped her eyes. “Excuse me?”

  He jerked her up and shoved her up against the wall. Good heavens, the man was intense. “You’re a fucking wolf shifter. Now claim him.”

  “I’d love to, but it’s not what he wants.” Tears spilled from her eyes, and she was strongly tempted to go against Doc’s wishes and do it anyway.

  “I don’t give a shit what he wants.” Stetson raised his voice. Apparently he only had two volumes and emotions, loud and pissed off or quiet and brooding. “He’s my best friend, and you’re not going to let him die. I’ll kill you if you do.”

  “Excuse me? Why don’t you bite him, Mr. let’s-go-against-the-dying-man’s-wishes?” Her festering anger with him seemed to bubble over all the more. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant why don’t you and your multiple identities claim him? I forgot you were several different people. Isn’t one of the voices in your head compelling you to try to save Doc?”

  “You don’t know a goddamned thing about the voices in my head!” Stetson shouted. “You’ll never understand, because you don’t hear the fucking voices.”

  She blinked at him and made an “okaaayy” face, noticing the way his mouth snapped shut like he’d said too much. He stormed out of the room like a pissed-off bear.

  “Was that Stetson?” Doc mumbled in a frail tone.

  Jade went over to his bed and dropped to her knees, grappling for his cold, wonderful hand. “Yeah. How are you feeling?”

  “Cold and weak. What did he say?”

  “Nothing important.”

  “He sounded angry.”

  She rolled her eyes. “When is he
not?”

  “He’s had a hard life. He needs healing.”

  “Or admittance into a mental institution,” she muttered.

  A weak smile graced Doc’s pale features, but his eyes seemed to stare into another time and place. “I would have liked to have made a baby with you.”

  Her eyes closed and milked the hot droplets from her eyes. “I would have liked that, too. I’m sorry we didn’t cross off everything on your list. I feel like I failed you.”

  He brushed his thumb over the top of her hand. “You’ve been nothing but wonderful. You made my last days paradise on earth. A man can’t ask for more than that.”

  Her eyes burned, but his kind words provoked a smile as she nuzzled his hand with her tearstained cheek.

  “I wanted to marry you,” he said softly as he gazed up at her adoringly. “If you hadn’t been engaged, I would have asked you.”

  Her heart moved and she felt a sharp ache in her chest. Her voice came out hushed and gentle like his. “I would have said yes.”

  He appeared touched by this. Then a small spark of mischief flickered in his pale-green eyes. “You know, if you don’t mind doing all the work, it’s not too late for that double twat penetration we talked about.”

  She forced a smile, finding it sweet that he cared enough to joke for her benefit. “That’s true. Let me just pull out that dildo I carry with me in my purse.”

  His lips curved into a crooked smile. “If you can fit a dildo into your purse without it sticking out, then it’s far too small.”

  She nodded, trying to stay upbeat. “That, and I’m pretty sure they don’t want visitors fucking the patients.”

  “I object to their objection,” he teased. His countenance shadowed with regret and unfulfilled dreams. “You’re my soul mate, Jade. You and Stetson. I’ve loved him for fifteen years, and ever since you came here I imagined a life with you as our wife.”

  The sex would be smoking hot, but she and Stetson would end up killing each other. Still, this was Doc’s fantasy, and in the context of a dream it sounded lovely.

  “That’s really sweet, Doc. Tell me more.”

  “We’d all sleep in the same bed together and you’d make our babies. Not necessarily a litter. Just a few, I reckon.” His far-off gaze and contented smile warmed her. The way the light left his eyes and emptiness filled the void broke her heart. “It’s all over. I thought I had years. I figured I’d live to be seventy, older if I behaved myself, but my time expired at thirty-five.”