by Diane Leyne
“Way to pile on the pressure.”
“It’s a fact of wolf-shifter life.”
“So Gabe has the most at stake, and yet he mostly comes around in wolf form. What’s wrong with him?”
“I think he’s terrified of what he’s feeling, and as the alpha of the family and the pack, he’s used to being in control, and he feels out of control around you. Hence, the wolfy visits.”
Samantha looked from Ginger to Penelope and back again. Then a smile lit up her face.
“Can you recommend a good vet, one who specializes in wolf-dogs?”
“What are you up to?”
“If Gabe comes by one more time in wolf-dog form instead of wooing me properly, I’m going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”
“What are you up to?”
“If Gabe wants to hang out with me as a dog, I’m going to treat him like one. Ginger, are you aware that shape-shifters have a hard time shifting when they are wearing a collar?” she asked innocently. “Next time he comes to visit, I just might take him for a walk. And maybe to the vet for his shots.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would, and you will not spill a word, do you hear me!”
“I had no idea about collars. Are you sure?”
“I grew up with three shifting brothers. It totally works.”
“I have to see this. Here’s the deal. You promise to bring Gabe downtown and walk him where I can see him, and I’ll keep your secret.”
“Deal. And what about you, Ginger? Will you keep my secret?”
Ginger grinned. “I don’t have any brothers to torment me, but I did have five male cousins. I say go for it. And check out Lena Windsor. She’s a vet and comes from a shifter family, too. I’ll give her the heads-up about Gabe. He tormented the hell out of her when we were kids. I know she’d love to help you get back at him.”
Chapter Nine
After her lunch with Ginger, the afternoon was surprisingly productive. She made a quick stop in the furniture shop and asked Nick, who was in the shop alone, if he and Bart would mind fixing her doggy door. She was thinking of adopting a stray.
She didn’t linger, heading home after a quick kiss from Nick, who wanted more but was interrupted by another customer.
She found that she was in a really good and productive mood. She sat down at the computer and not only finished her outline, but she got the prologue and the first two thousand words done before she knew it. She had been so engrossed in her writing that she completely forgotten about the furniture delivery, but right on time, the McAllisters’ delivery truck pulled into her driveway, and Bart and Nick exited. She saved her work and closed down the word processing program before heading out to greet the men.
While they unloaded, she propped the front door open and made sure the way was clear. Then she went outside to help, but they insisted that it wouldn’t take them a minute, so she went into the kitchen to mix up some iced tea. Then she went back out to watch the two delivery men in their tight jeans, sweaty tees, and work boots.
They’d clearly been working hard all day, and their clothes were dirty and dusty and sweaty and very masculine-looking. When she came out after preparing the refreshments, she saw them with their tools in front of the door, fixing the doggy door, and although puzzled, they added the lock she’d asked for. Gabe would now be able to visit her at will, but only at her will.
She watched them work. Even Bart’s curls were dusty looking and dishevelled, and when he smiled at her, he looked like an angel with a dirty halo. Nick just looked dirty, as in sexy dirty. He paused as he walked by her carrying her new coffee table and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“You like watching us work?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, a woman of few words.”
“Not always. I’m trying to be a writer. But sometimes as the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words, and you two make a mighty fine picture.”
Nick grinned at her and Sam felt her stomach clench. Or was it a body part a little lower down?
“Um, would you like some water or maybe I can make you some iced tea?”
“Water would be great for now. Maybe we can have that tea later?”
“Sure.” She hurried to get a couple of bottles of water and then returned to the kitchen to make the iced tea she’d promised them. It didn’t take long, though, so she returned to watch them work.
“Is it true, Bart, that Andy broke your fingers when you guys were helping renovate the gym?”
Nick laughed. “Andy broke Bart's fingers and dropped some lumber on my foot, twice, but I was wearing work boots so I was okay.”
“Yeah, Gabe was, too, but he forbade Andy from helping any more and set him on catering duty.”
“What did he do to Gabe?”
“Andy almost shot him in the nuts with the nail gun.” Nick and Bart both started laughing and after a moment, Sam joined in. “Gabe's face when he realized what happened...damn, Bart, do you remember his look?”
“Do you remember when he reached down between his legs and felt the nail pinning the material to the wall?”
“Oh my god! It was that close?”
“Oh, yeah. Gabe was wearing a pair of loose overalls and we’d been ribbing him all day that they didn't fit right and the crotch hung down far too low. Well, he was pinned to the wall by the crotch and Andy turned white when he realized what he did.”
“Yeah, Bart. I thought he was going to throw up and then everyone realized there was no blood and it was just the material that was pierced. And Gabe roared and Andy ran.”
“Are you serious? Really? Eddie didn't tell me that story when he was telling me about the reno.”
“Maybe that’s was because he was the one who gave Andy the nail gun even though he knew that Andy was a klutz around tools. Not that Eddie was much better, but at least he didn’t almost geld our big brother.”
The conversation flowed after that. Same learned that they both had degrees in fine arts from a university back east, but both preferred working with wood rather than painting or sculpture, although they both still dabbled and had an upcoming art show in Seattle.
She wasn’t surprised to find that Nick sculpted with metal and a blow torch. The rough masculinity of it seemed to match his exterior, but she was surprised to find that Bart had done the delicate water color painting she’d seen at several places around town.
“You did that magnificent picture of the daisies at Ginger's office? Oh my god, I love that painting. I tried to buy it from her! Seriously.”
Bart colored. “I’m glad you liked it.”
Nick laughed. “Everyone is always surprised at first to see the delicacy of his work, especially once they get to know him.” He winked at her but she wasn’t sure what he was implying. Bart punched his brother in the shoulder and she laughed. That she understood.
“Why flowers?”
“The first painting I can remember admiring was Monet’s Water Lilies. Our mother had a reproduction in the family room and I used to stare at it for hours. When I was a kid, I tried to reproduce it using his techniques, so Mom signed me up for lessons...”
“Yeah, after you tried to reproduce it on the wall beside where it hung.”
“Yeah, well, I had no canvas.” Bart sounded defensive. “And I was only five.”
“Wow, you are lucky she just signed you up for lessons.”
“Yeah, but that was after she spanked my ass but good. I couldn’t sit for a week. Usually Dad was the disciplinarian, but Mom didn’t like that I used her cosmetics in my painting. I was five. I didn’t realize that Dior lipstick was pricey. And I probably shouldn’t have used her Chanel No. 5 to make the picture smell like flowers.”
“Oh, my. You are lucky that's all she did to you.” Sam laughed. Bart was so sweet.
“Yeah, but the lesson took. I never used her cosmetics again. And I loved the art lessons. Luckily we had a big house. We were able to turn one of the rooms into an art studio.
”
“And I got jealous so Mom signed me up too, but I ended up switching to sculpture. I always liked building things. With sculpture, I would let my imagination run wild.”
As they kept talking, she found out more about them. They were musical too, both playing guitar. They invited her to sit in with them one night when they jammed.
Sam laughed. “It would be better for all ears involved if you never hear me sing, but I’d love to hear you play.”
“Well, if you won’t sing with us, maybe you could pose for us sometime?”
“Oh, Nick, I'd love to. If you really want me?”
“Oh, yes. We want you.” Nick’s voice was thick with implication and Sam felt her nipples harden at the sexual undertones.
“Um, great. Well, why don’t I make a few snacks while you finish up. I’m just distracting you.” She quickly fled, hearing their laughter behind her.
A few minutes later, they joined her in the kitchen and she poured them tall glasses of tea, which they gulped down. She wasn’t sure where to look, mesmerized by the sight of the two men’s throats working as they gulped down the tea, their Adam’s apples bobbing as they swallowed.
They knew she was staring, but she couldn’t help herself. Bart, her wicked angel, looked over at her and kept eye contact as he put the glass down and pulled her over to him. He lowered his head and kissed her very sweetly for about three seconds before his mouth turned hard and ravished hers. She felt rather than saw Nick move and then him plaster his body against her back, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts while her nuzzled her neck.
Sam’s respiration sped up as her arousal built quickly. Being sandwiched between two hot men was almost overwhelming, and she just stopped thinking and enjoyed the moment, so she was very surprised when they stepped back suddenly, both releasing her.
She missed the loss of contact keenly and wanted to pull them back to her.
“Look, Nick. I think we’ve gotten her dirty,” stated Bart.
“Yes, you are right. Look at that dust and sweat we got on her. We must take her upstairs and clean her off.”
“I agree. All good workmen know that a job isn’t done if you haven’t cleaned up your mess.”
Sam looked from one brother to the other and had to smother a laugh at their deliberately stilted repartee. She stopped laughing abruptly when she found herself thrown over Bart’s shoulder and carried upstairs, one of his hands around her legs and one on her ass. She looked up through her cascading hair to see Nick following closely, stripping off his T-shirt as he bounded up the stairs after them.
They entered her bedroom and went straight through to the bathroom, setting her down gently on the floor. The bathroom had been renovated in the past few years and had a separate tub and extra-large shower enclosure. Nick quickly turned on the water in the shower, checking the temperature before shucking of his boots and the rest of his clothes. Bart stripped her first before taking care of his own clothes.
While Bart was undressing, Nick had her in the shower and was soaping her down. It wasn’t long before his twin joined them. The four large, work-roughened hands carefully soaped up every inch of her body, including many that had not gotten dirty from the hug downstairs, but she didn’t object to a single soapy caress.
Nick resumed his position behind her, his hands gliding down her back, and then concentrated on the globes of her ass, massaging and stroking them, his hands moving perilously close to the forbidden zone, but not violating his brother’s decree, his hard cock pressed against the crack of her ass. Sam had the overwhelming desire to feel that cock in her ass and wondered if Gabe had told his brothers the limit he’d imposed on her body or if he was expecting her to make sure it wasn’t violated, because if it was up to her, she would be very tempted to give in if they wanted her that way.
Bart was in front, his hard cock pressed tightly against her abdomen, teasing her with its closeness. He spent a great deal of time making sure her breasts were extremely clean, particularly her nipples. He soaped and lathered and caressed over and over and over until she was moaning. It didn’t help that one of Nick’s hands had slipped between her legs and his long workman’s fingers were pushing inside her, soaping her inside and out. She felt him probe delicately at first, using only a single finger. When she moaned and shifted her legs further apart to give him better access, he added a second finger, and then a third forced its way inside her, making her feel stretched and her stomach clench with need. Fingers were good, but a cock would be better.
When his other hand came around her down low to zero in on her clit, she lost control of her legs and would have fallen if Bart didn’t grab her tight. The feeling of four hands on her body was overwhelming. She wanted to touch them, their chests, their beautiful cocks, but whenever she made a move to touch them, they pushed her hands away, toying with her, arousing her, but refusing to satisfy her or let her satisfy herself.
Finally, when she was about to scream with frustration, they finally rinsed off all the soap and lifted her out of the shower. Nick briskly dried her body while Bart used another towel to blot the moisture from her hair. Then he carried her into the bedroom and set her down gently in the middle of the bed before lying down beside her. Bart slid in the other side, his hair wet and slicked back, making the twins look even more alike than usual.
Carelessly, their hands wandered over her body until she thought she’d scream with frustration. But they were McAllisters. She moved restlessly, and Bart grabbed her hands and placed them over her head.
“Grip the headboard, or we’ll tie them.” His voice was quiet but intent. She gripped the headboard.
Nodding in satisfaction, each brother then grabbed a leg and pulled it up and to the side. She was completely open to their gaze. She found herself moving restlessly. She wanted one of them to fuck her or just make her come. Her body was overheated by the games in the shower, and she needed to come. It would only take a light touch on her clit.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She let go of the headboard with one hand, and then things seemed to happen quickly. Nick grabbed her hand and pulled it back over her head at the same time that Bart slapped her between the legs. She’d never been spanked before and the result was electric. The feeling seemed to send a shock from her clit to her pussy, which started clenching with need. She could feel the start of her climax in the little tremors that rippled through her pussy. She had no idea if it was the slight pain that quickly morphed into heat or the feel of the four hands on her body at once, but she knew she was so close to coming. Just a little more and she’d be over the summit. She wanted him to spank her there again and again.
“You know, Nick, I could feel the cream on my fingers when I slapped her. She’s so turned on it’s running down her legs. Why don’t you have a taste before I spank her again?” he suggested.
“Please!” she begged, feeling Nick’s fingers burrowing into her, and she writhed on the bed, desperate to climax. Nick played with her, teasing her but pulling out when he felt her getting close to the edge. Bart’s hand wasn’t idle either. He reached over to grab the nearest nipple and pinched it hard.
“She’s close, Bart. I can feel her trying to clamp down on my fingers when I pull them out.”
“No coming without permission, Sam, or I’ll really have to punish you,” ordered Bart. Sam was in shock. This was sweet, dreamy Bart who was spanking her pussy and ordering her not to come. Was he a Dom? And why did the thought of being punished by him turn her on so much? Her mind whirled at the possibilities, and she drifted for a second, imagining submitting to Bart and his brothers.
Bart pinched her nipple again to get her attention. “Are you listening to me?”
“Please,” she begged. “I need to come.”
Nick had withdrawn his fingers, and she was now desperate, her body almost out of control with the need to come. She writhed, but they held her down and spread between them. Nick stuck his cream-covered fingers in her mouth.
“Lick them and taste your honey,” he commanded. She groaned and complied. She’d never done that before. It was so decadent and kinky, and she couldn’t help herself. She begged them again.
“Please, please, please.” She was crying now, desperate, unable to form a coherent sentence. She just knew she needed more.
“Please what?” demanded Bart, going back to slapping her pussy lightly, too lightly for her to come, while now Nick pinched her nipples. “Please slap my pussy again? Please slap it harder?”
She nodded eagerly, crying now, desperate to come.
“Or maybe please pinch my clit this time?” He was true to his word, pinching her hard. This finally put her over the edge, and Sam felt her climax roar through her, and Nick rolled onto top of her and plunged inside her just as her pussy started contracting. He rode her fast and hard as her pussy milked him, like it was trying to pull his own climax out of him. There was nothing subtle about his possession. He was fucking her, and she was reveling in it. He came quickly, and she felt rope after rope of his hot cum shooting up inside of her.
He pulled out and rolled back beside her. “Oh, god, Bart. That was fantastic. She grabbed a hold of my cock and wrung me dry. You have a singular talent with the women.”
“I do indeed.” Bart grinned. “And now it’s my turn. I’m going to turn that ass bright pink first, and then I’m going to fuck you doggy style.”
He moved quickly, and almost before she could take in his words, he was sitting up and she was across his lap. He ran one big hand over her ass, squeezing the round globes, enjoying himself immensely. His hands dipped lower to her pussy and then to her clit and back up again.
He paused to pull her ass cheeks apart. Sam felt herself coloring, glad her face was buried against bedspread and they couldn’t see her face.
“Check out this cute asshole, Nick. I can’t wait until we can fuck it. What do you think, Sam? Would you like to feel my cock inside your ass?”