by Jane Jamison
“Do you still want to get rid of the drugs?” asked a gravelly-voiced Brady.
“Or are you thinking of giving them back to your brother?” Ethan inched closer, the sprinkling of dark hair peeking out of the V of his shirt calling to her, teasing her, tempting her.
“Yes.” She shook her head, her mind swimming. “I mean, no.” Where was Harlen? He wasn’t the type to give up. She’d half expected to see him crawling through her bedroom window last night. She still expected him to show up at any moment, snatch the bag from her, and take off, never to see him again.
“Where’s your brother?”
“I don’t know, Dart.” She nibbled at her lower lip. “I’m worried about him.”
“Where’s the bag?” Ethan’s gaze lifted toward the ceiling. “Is it in your room?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s grab it and go.” Dart stepped back, shifting toward the stairs.
Instead of letting him go, she couldn’t hold back any longer. “No. Don’t.”
“Now I’m confused.” He darted his gaze to the other two men before settling it on her again. “Do you want to get rid of them or not?”
“If I do, the gang is going to hurt him. Or worse.”
“So you want to give them back to him?” asked Brady, his own confusion marring his brow.
“No. Of course not. I can’t let those drugs make it to the street. What if some kid takes one and winds up in the hospital? Or in the morgue?”
“Sugar, you don’t have a lot of options here. Either you get rid of the drugs or you give them back. You can’t go on the way you have.”
Dart was right, but she couldn’t think. Not with them so close. Her body was overruling anything her mind was telling her to do. Warning her not to do. She called on what little restraint she had left.
Suddenly, she couldn’t hold back any longer. The words were out before she knew they were coming. “Are you in a gang?”
“What?” Dart frowned. “A gang? No, of course not.” He gave her a crooked smile. “Not every guy you know is in a gang.”
She pushed out of their enclosure around her. “I’m not talking about my brother.” Whirling to confront them, she once again let her mouth act before her mind could filter what she said. “I heard you’re part of a gang.”
“Who told you that shit?” Brady’s nostrils flared like a dragon about to breathe fire.
“A couple of men in town did.” She didn’t want to say their names. Why get them into trouble?
“A couple of men?” Ethan wasn’t angry like Brady, but his bewilderment was obvious from the question in his eyes. “What men are you talking about?”
“You don’t need to know their names.” She hated asking them these questions, didn’t truly want to know, but couldn’t keep from doing so.
“Let me guess,” said Dart. “Their names wouldn’t be Garrett, would it?”
She didn’t have to answer. He saw her answer on her face.
“I’m right. Sugar, the Garretts hate us. You can’t believe anything they say.”
She wanted to believe Dart. She wanted to believe in all three of them. Her heart kept telling her she could, but the doubt the Garrett men had put in her wouldn’t lessen.
“What else did they say?” Brady’s voice was low and controlled, as though he was trying to keep his temper in check. “Did they tell you we were selling drugs, too?”
“No. Just that you’re in a gang.” She looked at them sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed. Should she believe two men she didn’t know? Two men who had given her a feeling that she didn’t like? As though they were the ones she shouldn’t trust? “But if what they said is true, if you’re really part of a gang, you’re probably dealing with drugs in one way or another.”
“Did he call it a gang? Or did he use a different word?”
Now that Ethan had mentioned it, she remembered. “He called it a pack.”
“So now, because these guys told you that we’re in a pack, you’re not sure you can trust us. Is that it?”
“We’ll still help you get rid of the drugs, if that’s what you want.” The sadness in Dart’s expression pained her. “Whatever you think of us, when we say we’ll help, then we’ll help.”
“Look, darlin’…” Brady began to reach for her then shoved his hands in his pockets. “We’ll do whatever you want. But know this. We’d never do anything to hurt you. Not ever. I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but it hurts to know you don’t trust us. Can’t you feel this thing between us? If you do, then you’ve got to sense that you can trust us. Just listen to your gut, and you’ll know.”
She met Brady’s eyes and found that he was right. She simply knew. A look at Dart’s and Ethan’s eyes told her the same thing. If she couldn’t trust them, then there was no one she could trust.
And no one she wanted more.
She came toward Brady quickly and clutched a handful of his shirt. “I trust you. All of you.”
His strange amber-flecked eyes held a new sparkle. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then prove it.”
She crushed her mouth to his. No gentle way for her. Perhaps it had only been a short time since they’d first met, but to her it seemed like a lifetime. Her body burned for him, for them, and the fire wouldn’t be put out until she’d had them. Nothing other than their flesh against hers mattered any longer. She leaned her body against Brady’s. He felt so hard, so comforting, so enticing all at the same time. Her arms slipped over his shoulders, her fingers locking together as she put even more fervor into the kiss.
Hands ran down her buttocks, telling of Dart’s move to join them. A kiss on her shoulder, a whisper in her ear thrilled her. She moaned, a wordless way to encourage him to do more.
Ethan was close now as he brushed her hair off her other shoulder. He tugged on her earlobe.
With every new touch, with every soft moan, with every bit of contact they made, she grew both stronger and weaker.
Brady tugged her arms from his shoulders then took her hand to lead her into the living room. Ethan and Dart came, too, and began taking off their clothes. Boots were yanked off and thrown aside. Belts flew away from them. The sound of zippers caught her attention, but she was too mesmerized by where Brady was leading her to turn around and watch.
“Sit down,” ordered Brady.
She took a seat on the couch, only now remembering where they were. “Shouldn’t we go upstairs?”
“No time.” His eyes flamed with amber. His jaw set with determination. Soon, he had his jeans at his ankles. His curved, delicious-looking cock pointed straight at her.
She didn’t need any other invitation. Opening wide, she took his cock into her mouth. His groan-turned-moan said he was pleased with how she used her tongue. Whipping it around, then sucking, then adding the right amount of teeth sliding over the loose skin had him tunneling his fingers through her hair. He held her to him as she cupped his tight ass cheeks.
“Damn, sugar, don’t forget us.” A now-naked Dart eased next to her then took her hand and guided it to his cock.
Judging from the amount of hand she could wrap around his cock, his was as impressive Brady’s. She worked her hand up and down his length, setting up a matching rhythm with the forward and backward motion of her body.
The dip of the couch on her other side told of Ethan’s joining them. His bronze skin was unmarred with tan lines. “That’s one hell of a sight to see.” Like Dart, he found her hand. Instead of putting it around his cock, he slipped it between his legs to fondle his balls.
She played with them, moving her fingers like a pianist playing an upside-down piano. They made music of a different type with the deep-throated moans becoming the percussion to her melody.
They started with her clothes, each of them taking a part to unbutton, unzip. She did her best to keep hold of their cocks as they pulled and tugged her shirt off then followed it with her bra. Ethan and Brady played with
her breasts, massaging her nipples as Dart protested the fact that she had only two breasts, leaving him out. Standing, she gave him the honor of unzipping her jeans and pushing them to the floor. Her shoes came off along with her jeans before she sat down again.
Pumping each cock, she felt them stiffen and lengthen. The only way it could’ve been better was for her to be able to get a taste of each of their cocks at the same time. Instead, she released Brady’s then flicked her tongue over Dart’s. Before he could capture her, forcing her to take in his cock, she turned her head and gave Ethan a good swipe. They tasted the same with the same musky flavor that accented the musky scent, yet each man had his own special twist.
The air around them thickened with sex. She dragged in a long breath, catching not only Brady’s fragrance but a mix of all of them. Yet as wonderful as it was to possess three cocks, she wanted to possess them fully, inside her.
Letting go of them was funny. She almost laughed as, in unison, they let out frustrated groans. “Easy, guys, I’m not stopping.”
“Shit, I hope not, sugar.”
She tossed Dart an encouraging, yet sultry smile then crawled onto the couch. Getting onto her knees, she wiggled her ass. “Come and get me, guys.”
They fell on her like wolves on their prey. Ethan shoved Brady back and landed on the end of the couch. Taking hold of her under the armpits, he tugged her forward, bringing her body over his.
“Fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard.” Taking hold of her hips, he brought her down, slamming his cock deep inside her.
She gasped, impaled by his pole that drove high into her. She wouldn’t have been surprised if her body had split apart. Even her throat constricted as though something thick had gotten stuck there. Down and up he took her as his powerful hips thrust upward. Her pussy wept, and her sweet juices slid down her legs.
“Don’t leave us out.” Brady laughed as he jumped on top of the couch, a feat she wouldn’t have expected anyone could do. He rested one leg on the back of the couch and the other next to his cousin’s head.
“Fuck, man, I don’t want to see your junk.” Ethan closed his eyes but continued to shove his cock up and into her.
“Sorry, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,” joked Brady. “And a woman’s got to do the same. Here, darlin’, finish what you started.” He presented his cock to her as though it was a treasure she’d hunted her entire life.
“Sugar, get ready. But trust me. This won’t hurt much once I get you ready.”
She felt Dart’s thighs against the backs of her legs. His fingers played with her asshole, at first staying around the tight circle, then slipping inside to work it into acceptance. She moaned even as alarm hit her. Still, she kept her fear to herself. She’d already decided to trust these men with helping her get rid of the drugs. Now she would trust them with her body, including the one way she’d never had sex.
Dart’s fingers worked magic on her. The more he plunged them into her dark hole, twisting them, making her muscles give way, the more relaxed she became. Didn’t they need lube? If they did, she was certain he would’ve gotten some. If it hurt, she’d tell him, yet somehow, she sensed it would be different with him, different with any of the three men
When at last he pressed his cock to her anus, she was more than ready. Brady’s cock was tight and hard, ready to explode. Ethan’s cock plunged into her time and again, revving up the burn until it was an inferno then sweeping over the soft tissue, sending her spinning toward her climax, only to slip away and bring her back to the very edge of release.
Dart slid his cock inside her butthole. At first, she stilled, fearful of the quick flash of pain. Yet, as he’d promised, the pain was soon gone, morphed into a kind of pleasure she’d never known. This pleasure was as rich and full as the other two, but it had its own special quality.
Together, the men filled her. Together, their cocks filled her.
She reveled in their touches, rejoiced in the sounds of the heavy breathing, exulted in every shove against her, ever fondle of her breasts, as well as a few well-placed spanks on her butt cheeks. Pain merged with unbridled delight. Sharp, quick flicks of tongues against her skin were followed by even sharper, quicker nips of teeth.
She cried out not once but often, in surprise, in joy, and in delicious torment. Sensing them tense, she gave up the battle to hold back her own release. As though they were one mind and one body, the four of them turned their climaxes free. Her cry was lost amid their shouts and roars. At one moment, she was certain she saw Ethan’s eyes glow all amber, but then, in the next instant, the color was gone, with only bits of the amber remaining.
She collapsed on top of Ethan. He laughed and held her against him as Dart and Brady moved away. “I could lie on top of you forever.” As soon as she’d spoken, she regretted it. Not that she hadn’t meant what she’d said, but to say so was frightening. She held her breath and waited, steeling for his response.
“Then stay on me forever, honey. I wouldn’t mind it one bit.”
“Just remember the two of us,” added Brady. “We want you as much as he does.”
“More.” Dart chuckled. “If that’s even possible.”
Ethan lifted her off him as he sat up, putting her on the cushion next to him. “We told you before, honey. We want you as our mate.”
“I remember.” She studied first him then the other two. “I don’t know what that means unless you’re talking about…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, having already said too much too soon.
“Yeah, that’s what we’re talking about.” Brady took the seat next to her as Dart handed her clothes to her.
She dressed, suddenly feeling shy and not only because of her nakedness. “Like a wife? Are you serious?” How could she take them seriously when they’d known each other for such a short time? “We just met.”
“Call it whatever you want. Fast. Romantic.” Brady’s gaze found her, immobilizing her. “Love at first sight. Whatever it is, it’s real.”
Love. He said the word.
A glance at Dart and Ethan confirmed that they felt the same way as their cousin.
Oh my.
Yet, before she could deny the possibility of it any longer, she believed. Was it wishful thinking? Or a leap of faith? Either way, she couldn’t shake the idea that what they said was true. She could be their mate. And they could be hers.
“I’m not sure what to say.”
“Say yes,” said Dart.
She checked to see if he was kidding, but his earnest expression said he wasn’t.
“No, don’t.”
She stared at Brady, fearful of what he meant. “Do you want me to say no?”
“Not at all, darlin’.” He enclosed her hand in both of his. “But I want you to think about it. Being our mate won’t be easy.” He stalled, waiting for Dart or Ethan to stop him.
“Why? I mean I’ve never been in a ménage relationship before, so is that it? Aren’t most people around here doing the same thing? So it’s not that others would judge us, is it?”
“Most people are, and, no, they wouldn’t judge us.” He drew in a long, slow breath as though gathering his nerve. “It’s not that. But we need to tell you what we are. When the Garretts said we were part of a gang, they meant that we’re part of a pack. And we are.”
Now she was the one to take in a steadying breath. “A pack? And that’s not the same thing as a gang?”
“No, darlin’. Our pack is like our family, not a club. It’s not only who we are but what we are.”
“And we aren’t into breaking any laws,” added Ethan.
“I’m not following.” Her heart thundered against her chest. If they told her something she couldn’t live with, could she leave them? Could she give them up now that she’d begun to believe in a future with them?
“We’re a pack. Like a pack of wolves. Do you understand?”
“No, Ethan, that’s about as clear as mud.”
The clearing of a voice interrupt
ed them. Their attention shifted to Shawna.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Shawna’s narrowed gaze met Laney’s. “Well?”
Oh shit.
Chapter Six
Laney cringed. Although she’d managed to get dressed before Shawna’s arrival—at least she hoped so—she still felt naked under the other woman’s glare. “Shawna, I don’t…” What didn’t she know? What to do? What to say? Yes, to both.
“Are you all right?” Shawna’s gaze shifted to Ethan’s shirt that was buttoned up wrong then back to Laney.
Laney did her best to finger-comb her hair, but there was no hiding the evidence. Shawna knew what had gone on in the living room of her B&B.
“Girl, do you still have a bedroom upstairs? Or did you forget that?”
Heat flooded Laney’s cheeks. If things got any worse, she’d dig a hole through the hardwood floor and into a grave of her own making. “I’m so sorry, Shawna. I, um… I mean…”
“If you’re going to blame anyone, Shawna Mallory, then blame us.” Brady stood up first, followed by his cousins.
“You’re damn straight I’ll blame you three. What do you hounds think this place is? Your own personal sex club?”
Granted, Laney hadn’t been around long enough to see Shawna angry, but she had a feeling the woman’s anger was hotter than it normally would be.
“Come on. You know how things can get between mates.” Dart attempted a grin, but Shawna’s hard glare wiped it away.
“Don’t you go trying your charm with me, Dart Rann. What would’ve happened if a guest had walked in the front door? Maybe even with children in tow? Did you four ever think about that? Not only would you have cost me money, you would’ve scarred those poor kids for life.”
“We’re sorry.” Ethan shrugged, not seeming sorry at all. “I don’t know what more we can say.”
“You can say it won’t ever happen again,” demanded Shawna.
The men looked at each other. For a moment, Laney was afraid they’d break into laughter.