Making Her Purr [Tigers of Twisted, Texas 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

“Baby, calm the hell down,” ordered Smoke, the unmovable force. He held her to him so hard she could barely squirm, much less get away.

  “Turn me loose, asshole.”

  “Damn, Catnip. Is that any way to talk to us after leaving us alone for a whole month?”

  She kicked out as John, Tatum, and the woman she now thought of as The Bitch with the Body came to stand in front of her. She hated every inch of The Bitch. Every curve as well as her two gigantic boobs. “Let me go!”

  “Hang on to her, man.” John reached out. “Come on, darlin’. Take it easy. We need to talk.”

  “The fuck we do.” She was so angry she was spitting her words. Glaring, she put all her anger toward The Bitch with the Body. “It doesn’t look like you were very lonely to me.”

  The men had the audacity to look as though they didn’t understand what she meant. John’s scowl said he was not only confused but offended.

  “Are you talking about Bambi?” He glanced at BWB then back to her.

  It figures. Bambi. They probably met her at strip joint.

  Instead of answering such an obvious question, she continued to try and burn BWB alive with her scathing stare.

  “Baby, listen.”

  She kicked out, keeping Tatum away every time he attempted to get closer. “Damn it, Smoke, turn me loose.”

  “He’ll let you go once you promise to listen to reason,” added John. He lifted his eyebrows in question. “Well? Will you stay put and listen?”

  She didn’t have much choice. Getting out of Smoke’s hold wasn’t going to happen. As much as she hated it, she had to give in. “Fine. I’ll listen. But it won’t change my mind.”

  John nodded at Smoke, who slowly loosened his hold. She jerked away, thought about making another run for it, then realized, once again, that it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, she planted her feet apart and crossed her arms.

  Why did they have to pick a blonde bimbo?

  “Go ahead. You’ve got two minutes.”

  “Be realistic, Catnip. Two minutes isn’t long enough.”

  She shot him a look that said she wasn’t changing her mind about giving them more time.

  “Okay,” said John. “Here it is. First, you left us. Not the other way round. Let’s not forget that.”

  Shit. She hadn’t expected him to bring that up.

  “Next, you never made any promises to us.”

  “Yes I did.” She didn’t like talking about this in front of BWB, but what choice did she have? “I told you that I love you in my letter. And I said I’d be back.”

  “But you didn’t say when,” countered John.

  “Damn it, man.” Smoke scowled at his brother. “You know we would’ve waited a lifetime for her.”

  “Yeah, we would have, but she didn’t know that.” John’s blue eyes narrowed. “If she’d told us to our faces that she was leaving, we might’ve told her as much.”

  Shit again. Her anger started to waver.

  “We didn’t know how long you’d be gone. Or if you’d really come back.”

  This wasn’t going the right way. She was the victim here, not them.

  “Am I right?” John arched an eyebrow.

  She scowled, not yet ready to give up her victim status. “Maybe.”

  “Good. Now that we’ve got that settled,” John wrapped his arm around Bambi’s waist, “I’d like you to meet my sister Bambi Westbrook.”

  Eyes, so much like John’s, sparkled. A radiant smile lifted the woman’s lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Catherine. They’ve told me so much about you.”

  “You never said anything about a sister.” Why wouldn’t they have mentioned her?

  “We didn’t?” Smoke came at her then and pulled her against him. “I guess we had our minds on other things. Like how to get you into our bed.”

  “Okay. Way too much information,” joked Bambi. She stuck out her hand. “Seriously, though, I can’t tell you how happy I am that these guys found you.”

  There’s nothing better than feeling like a heel.

  With her anger mollified and replaced with embarrassment, Catherine started to take Bambi’s hand. At the last moment, however, Bambi grabbed her and pulled her into her arms.

  “We like to hug in this family.”

  Generous breasts pushed against Catherine’s chest. The body was no less amazing than she’d thought earlier, but at least now she wasn’t a threat.

  “It’s good to meet you.” She added a little sheepishly, “Especially since I know who you are now.”

  “Don’t let them get to you.” Bambi playfully punched Tatum’s arm. “Not my brothers or this guy.” Her smile faded as her expression grew earnest. “They’ve done nothing but talk about you from the day they first met you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get over here and meet you. I’ve been out of town at a symposium.”

  “A scientist kind of symposium.” Smoke gathered Bambi into a one-arm hug. “Our sis is a big time astrophysicist.” His pride showed on his face. “She’s a brainiac, and poor Tater can’t even spell astrophysicist.”

  “Fuck you, cuz.”

  “Wow. Really? You’re a scientist?” Catherine blanched. Sometimes the old Catherine took over her mouth before she could stop her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” said Bambi. “I know most people see my hair and my rack and assume I spend my nights twirling around a pole. It’s kind of fun to see their reactions when they find out what I really do.”

  Did she dare ask? “Are you—” she stammered. “I mean—”

  “Am I a shifter?”

  “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but yes.”

  “It’s okay. Just try and be careful who you ask. If they’re a human and they don’t know shifters exist, then things could get complicated. But to answer your question, no, I’m all human. Don’t let that dissuade you, though. Most of Twisted and some of the surrounding towns are filled with women who are mated to shifters. Some choose to be changed, and others decide to stay human. But I know one thing for certain. Whichever way they choose, they’re all happy.”

  “So it’s possible?” She wasn’t sure how things worked between mates. “Can I have shifter babies, or will they be human because I’m human?”

  “You could have a human baby, a shifter baby, or one that’s half each,” answered John. “So do these questions mean you’re here to stay? Are you going to be our mate?”

  “Okay, things are getting a little personal for me. I’m going to leave you four to it.” Bambi hugged her again, this time a quick one. “Welcome to the family, Catherine.”

  “Thanks.” Was she really one of the family now? After thinking Bambi was the other woman, it was difficult to get her mind back on being their mate.

  Bambi gave the men quick hugs, too, and headed out the door.

  “And the answer to the big question that John asked is…” Tatum leaned forward, his body tense, his focus squarely on her. John and Smoke were just as ready to hear her answer.

  “Yes and no.”

  They looked as though she’d punched them square in the face.

  “What does that mean? You’re going to be our mate some of the time?” Smoke’s eyes flecked with amber.

  His tiger is rising to the surface.

  “It means I have something left to do before I come here for good and settle down. But yes, I want to be your mate, and I will be. If you still want me.”

  “Shit. You’re leaving us again?”

  She touched her palm to Tatum’s cheek. “Just for a month.”

  “Another month?” His tone was pleading, like a little boy asking why his mother couldn’t play with him.

  “What’s going on, darlin’? Is it the company?” asked John.

  “No. The company is being liquidated.” She waved, not wanting to hear their sympathy or concern. “It’s okay. I was never into running a big oil company. Still, I’ve managed to hire a good team who will make the transition
as easy as possible on the employees. Everyone will leave with as good a severance package as I can give them.”

  “And you, baby? What about you?”

  She shrugged to answer Smoke’s question. “I kept enough money to do what I want for the next month.”

  “And that’s not being with us?” John stuck his hands in his pockets. Even while not wearing his white coat, he still did the same gesture.

  “I want to be with all of you more than anything.”

  “Then why won’t you?” Tatum couldn’t stay still, pacing back and forth as though she’d somehow locked him inside a cage.

  “Because there’s someone else who needs me more right now.”

  “No way. No one needs you more than we do, baby.”

  “Tell us who the guy is, and we’ll make him understand that he doesn’t need you.” The amber in Tatum’s eyes grew more prominent.

  They weren’t making it easy, but she’d made her plans and she was bound to keep them. “It’s not another guy. It’s Robin.”

  “Robin? How? I just saw her yesterday, and she didn’t mention anything about you.” John glanced at his phone, checking his texts. “Yeah. No texts or anything.”

  “That’s because she’s keeping our trip a secret.”

  “What trip?” Smoke jerked back. “What do you mean ‘our trip’?”

  “I have some money left, so I figured what better way to use it than to make Robin’s dream of traveling around the world come true?”

  They were silent for a moment before starting to smile.

  “Damn, baby, that’s really nice of you.”

  “Sweetest thing I ever heard.” Tatum shook his head, dumbfounded. “The folks around here are doing their best to chip in and send her on that trip, but so far, we haven’t raised that much money. Things are pretty tight nowadays.”

  “John?” She studied him, his silence unnerving her. “What do you think? Is she up for the trip?”

  He took another moment to answer. “Yeah. She’s doing pretty well right now. You’ll have to take it easy, not much walking, but if she’s careful and has someone to watch out for her, she should be all right. Even if she wasn’t doing as well as she is, I’d still say go for it.”

  The unspoken words “before it’s too late” hung in the air.

  “That’s why I’m going with her. While I was back home working, I also got CPR certified, just in case.”

  “I think it’s a terrific idea. I wish we’d thought of it.”

  She pretended to pat herself on the back. “I guess it took a genius to come up with it.”

  They were on her then, jumping on her like cats chasing a fuzzy toy. She tried to run, her laughter ringing out, but as she’d known it would be, escape was useless.

  Tatum scooped her up into his arms and headed for the hallway. “If you’re going away again, then we’d better make the most of our time together.”

  “Does this mean you’ll wait for me?”

  Tatum put her on her feet beside the same bed they’d shared before. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? We’ll wait a lifetime for you.” He stripped his shirt away then started undoing his jeans. She kept her attention on him as he slid the zipper down then shoved his jeans to his ankles.

  Oh my God. I forgot how big they are.

  Smoke and John started taking off their boots, shucking them off to the side as they continued toward her. Smoke tugged his T-shirt over his head, the muscles in his chest rippling with the movement. His waist shifted back and forth with his loose jeans dipping in the front, teasing her.

  John’s shirt was gone in a flash, and he whipped his belt out of its loop and tossed it away. Dark hair tempted her to follow its track downward where his hands worked to undo his jeans.

  She swallowed, her mouth first watering then going dry as the men, like erotic dancers with a choreographed routine, shoved their jeans to the floor.

  “You’re our mate.” Smoke’s eyes glowed with bits of amber.

  “Say it,” ordered John. He towered over her, making her lean backward. His warm breath struck her face, her need ratcheting higher and higher. “Say it, darlin’.”

  She swallowed again. “I’m your mate.” Pride had her adding, “And you three are my mates.”

  “Damn straight.” Tatum cupped his hand behind her neck and jerked her away from John. His hungry expression had her juices flowing between her legs. “Lie down.”

  She didn’t look behind her as she sat down then scooted toward the middle of the bed. A small yelp escaped her as Tatum lunged at her, skimming over her body then dropping to her side. His gaze raked over her, but he didn’t touch her. She ached for him to touch her.

  John took hold of her legs and yanked them apart. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”

  She let out another cry as he dropped between her legs and put his face to her pussy. His mouth plastered to her. His tongue stabbed into her pussy. Fingers massaged her throbbing clit. Bringing her head up, she caught a quick glimpse of his amber eyes over her mons before succumbing to the sudden, fiery need whipping outward from her pussy. He ate at her like a man who’d found his treasure and wanted to consume it whole.

  Smoke crawled onto the bed on the other side of her. He cupped her breast then bent and put his mouth to her ear. “John’s going to have your pussy, baby, but your ass is all mine.” He laughed wickedly. “Tatum, lube.”

  A moment later, she moaned as he slid his hands underneath her ass. His cool fingers found the tight rings and skimmed around them. Her gaze stayed with his as he worked her, preparing her, sending her into a frenzy. She bucked as the two men ravaged her, getting her more than ready for their cocks.

  “Here, Catnip, give me a blow.”

  She opened her mouth and took Tatum’s large cock into her mouth. Once she wrapped her tongue around his length, she closed her eyes and reveled in the taste of him. He was musky and tangy with an added something that made him special. If she were blindfolded, she’d be able to pick the taste of his cock out of a field of a thousand men.

  Smoke kissed her, nibbled her, torturing her skin as he eased her onto her side then worked his fingers into her asshole again and again. His huge cock, the tip of it weeping, pushed against her butt cheeks. She pushed back, urging him to go ahead and plunge his cock deep inside her.

  John ate at her like a cat going after a bowl of milk. He moaned, blowing his warm breath over her then catching her clit between his teeth. His fingers sought out the spongy mass inside her and brushed over it. The touch was feather light, but it almost pushed her over the edge.

  She opened her eyes and watched Tatum’s face. His jaw was tense as he rocked back and forth, his expression one of primal craving.

  “That’s it, Catnip. Suck harder.”

  She did as he asked then added just a little teeth to the mix. Unlike many men who would’ve warned her not to use too much teeth, he chuckled and thrust into her harder.

  They had her pinned between the three of them, a ready victim to whatever they wanted to do to her. Her body sang with the current that rushed between them. Their hands were like conduits of electricity that singed her skin but never hurt. Even the small nips of pain brought more pleasure.

  John rose, wiping his mouth. “Damn, but you taste good.”

  Smoke nibbled her shoulder. “And she’ll feel even better. Get ready, baby.”

  They caressed her, fondling her butt and her tits. The promises they made were sweet, all the more because she knew they spoke the truth.

  John moved between her legs, his own legs hard and as large as tree branches. His ribbed abdomen was tight as he wrapped her leg around his waist. His cock pushed at her entrance. Whether he paused to get her ready or because he wanted to tease her, she didn’t know.

  She turned Tatum’s cock free. “I need you guys. Now.”

  “Don’t have to ask me again.” Smoke pressed his stone-like body pressing against hers, tantalizing her with the ever-closer skin-to-skin contact.<
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  The connection they’d spoke of was real and lighting her up. Her mouth parted and was quickly captured with Tatum’s kiss. His tongue whipped around her mouth, taking the flavor he’d given her. She kissed him back as the cocks of the other two men entered her.

  Her cry flowed into Tatum’s mouth as John and Smoke plunged their cocks deep inside her. They came in fast, catching her off guard, even though she’d been aware that they were about to fuck her.

  How big could a man be? She would’ve hazarded a guess before meeting the Westbrook men. Now she knew that guess wouldn’t have been anywhere close to being right.

  They plunged into her, driving her from between her legs and behind her. Tatum’s kiss grew needier, barely giving her time to breathe. When he finally stopped, she reached out, urging him to give her his cock again.

  “Whatever you want, Catnip.”

  She moaned as she dragged his cock back into her mouth. Now she had all three of the men inside her, just as she’d dreamed of having them. Could she stand to be without them for one night, much less so many more? Yet she’d made her promise to Robin, and she looked forward to traveling with her new friend.

  Her mind whirled, caught in the cyclone of their attacks. Harder and harder they pounded into her. Sweat trickled between her breasts as every nerve ending tingled. She clutched the bedspread beneath her, wanting to do more but unable to move much between them.

  “You’re ours, baby. Ours forever.” Smoke barely had the words out of his mouth when it was followed by a groan as he climaxed. He pulled out, sending his cum over her butt cheek. The warmth of it slid down her skin. More moans followed as his release shook him. When he slumped next to her, his hand reached around and possessively covered her breast.

  “Our mate. Say it,” demanded John again.

  “Your mate,” she whispered, barely able to find the energy to speak.

  As though her agreement was the catalyst, John turned his orgasm free. His hot seed shot inside her, filling her. She tightened her pussy, both to give him added sensation and to keep his seed inside her.

  We just made a baby.

  She glanced at him and would’ve sworn she saw the same idea in his amber eyes.

  John pulled away, spent, to move toward the end of the bed. “Tatum.”