Behind her, Bronx’s cock had pushed past the ring of tight muscles and he was inching his way deeper inside her ass.
York tilted her chin up, staring into her gaze as his tongue played with hers, forcing her to concentrate on his tongue, his touch, his thick cock filling her so perfectly. But she was still always aware of Bronx sinking deeper and deeper inside her as well, forcing her delicate tissues wider apart until she was so full she thought she might split from the stress, but her body continued to adjust and stretch to fit them both in. Her pussy and her ass gripped both cocks tightly and suddenly it wasn’t enough. She needed friction. She needed to come. “Move, dammit,” she begged.
First the men rearranged everyone’s legs, lifting her upper one into the air, then laying it back down on the top of the pile. The three of them were so tangled together Nevis had no idea where one of them began and she ended. But it felt good. Like they belonged together. Like they were truly united as partners. She refused to say mates, even though she knew that’s what the wolves called it. She wasn’t going to rush into mating them. Right now was all about experiencing how they worked together as a team. A team with a job, and that job was to make this new branch office a success, to cooperate and work together for the good of the company. Right after they fucked her.
Finally, Bronx grabbed her hips and York her shoulders and the two men withdrew from her, pulling out until her body felt strangely empty after being so very overfull. But that was only for a moment, until they started to push back inside her again. Out, then in, gradually moving faster, harder, pushing deeper, until she was ready to scream from the suspense and tension they were building inside her body.
She dug her fingernails into York’s chest, willing him to do something, anything, to push her into release. But the men’s speed maintained the same intense pace. She reached backward to Bronx, grabbing his side with one hand and York’s shoulder with the other. Desperately she clenched her inner muscles with all her strength trying to hold the cocks inside her at their deepest penetration.
“Shit, Nevis. You’re killing me here.” York’s voice was more groan than speech.
“I want to come,” she whispered.
“Patience, little one. All in good time. The longer you wait the harder you’ll come,” said Bronx, slowing down just when she wanted him to go faster.
Gradually the men built up the pace and penetration again, until they were slamming into her in a most satisfactory way, and her orgasm, coiled deep inside her belly, was so close she could almost taste it.
“Now!” ordered Bronx, and his word was enough. Without even understanding how or why it happened, Nevis shattered into a million pieces. The climax raced through her body leaving her a shaking, rippling, satiated puddle on the bed. She buried her face in York’s chest determinedly closing her lips together so she didn’t cry out, then opening her mouth again to gasp against his skin as the aftershocks rolled through her.
“Wow. Just—wow.”
“I’m glad we pleased you, sweetheart. And as we come to know you better, the pleasure will only grow,” promised York.
They hustled her back into the shower, then Bronx put gel in her ass to soothe her, but by then she was far too limp to know whether she needed it or not.
She was peripherally aware of York getting dressed and returning damp towels to the other rooms, But her overriding thought was that she’d never imagined how possessed and cared for she would feel with two men in her bed.
In the early hours of the morning, she woke as she was carried across the hallway into Bronx’s room and tucked up in his bed. She wanted to ask what was happening, but with a man’s big body on either side of her, and heavy arms draped across her waist and hips, she faded straight back into sleep.
* * * *
Bronx had left Nevis’s jeans and T-shirt on the end of his bed where they’d left her. He and York had returned to her room to sort out their luggage and had collected them then. It was still very early and they didn’t see anyone else around. York went to mess up his bed and bathroom, and they’d placed the used towels in the various rooms.
But if they had to do this shit every day it was going to get very old, very fast. Today the cleaning crew was coming and tomorrow they’d be off with Chandler to pick up the truck. If he got everything organized in time, that was. He had a shitload of stuff to see to.
Nonetheless Bronx felt energized, not tired, at the thought of everything he still had to do. He was really excited by the challenge to establish a completely new branch office and turn it into a success. Having Nevis and York by his side was also a major asset. They were two smart people who both would be able to give him excellent advice and support. Neither of them was used to being in a branch office, but they both understood the issues involved and had a good grasp of what customers needed. The helicopter dropping them off had turned into a key attraction for the locals. He needed to pass that news along to other people who might be able to make use of the machine to increase interest in the company in their own towns.
It was only a little after six but they’d been to bed very early and he was wide awake, so he took the key to the minivan and drove into the heart of the town, trying to engrave the streets on his mind as he went. He went slowly along Main Street, stopping outside the bakery, which was open. He went inside and bought a bag of hot cheese and bacon croissants. That would make a perfect breakfast for them all. He continued through the town until he was sure he had the layout fixed in his mind and then returned to the hotel. He knocked on York’s door and handed him two of the croissants and then quietly opened the door to his own room.
His room was empty. He knocked on Nevis’s door and she opened it, brushing her short, curly, salt-blonde hair. It always seemed like a perfectly neat cap around her head. He was certain he’d never seen her brushing it before. He handed her two of the croissants and said, “Can you be ready to leave in fifteen minutes?”
“I’m ready now. I just have to put my shoes on.”
“Okay. I’ll tell York, and see you in the parking lot in five minutes then.”
Bronx went next door to York’s room only to have him open it with a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. “I’m ready.”
Jen’s Cleaning crew arrived promptly at eight and Bronx was already deep in discussion with a builder about the extensions they’d all talked about adding to the double-wide trailer, including a deck out front, a door to the living room, and opening up the closet to be part of the office. York had located a sign writer who was going to paint the company logo onto their minivan and green Dodge, as well as put up signage on the warehouse, the trailer, and the new fence when it was built.
York had also unpacked his coffee pot and a dozen mugs, plus a jar of coffee, so at least they all had something to drink, even if was instant, not brewed. As they all sipped their drinks, Nevis said, “Trenton is going to drop Chandler in Flinders at ten. He said to tell you it’ll likely take most of the rest of the day to look over the truck and test drive it with you so it’d be best to stay the night there before going on to pick up our things. I checked Google Maps and we can sort of do a triangle, going to collect my furniture first, then yours, then back here. That also means Trenton will just pick Chandler up the next day in Flinders at the same place as where he dropped him off. Unless you want Chandler to come with us?”
Bronx didn’t want Chandler on the road trip with his mates. He wanted to use the journey as an opportunity to bond with them both. But he needed to think about driving the truck. He’d driven B-Trains plenty of times, although never on really long hauls. Still, this trip shouldn’t be difficult. It was only a couple of days, after all. “No, we should be fine without him as long as he approves the truck as not needing any maintenance. If it needs work done, we’ll stay there while he does it. That’ll be easier than coming back here and going there again. It’s a half day’s drive. We’re going to have to be up mighty early tomorrow to be there at ten.”
“I’m s
ure if we don’t get there until eleven or even noon it won’t matter,” said York.
“No. We’ll leave here at six. There won’t be any traffic that early and we’ll make good time,” replied Bronx before he realized York was teasing him.
Bronx glared at York but inside he was filled with happiness. That was what mates did. They teased each other and laughed. It’d been a long time since he’d really had fun. Establishing a new branch office was damn hard work, but there was also a lot of potential for them to have fun together. Plus, he had the road trip to look forward to as well.
* * * *
York had never really appreciated how high off the ground these big rigs were. He could see everything for miles, and the cars on the road were way down level with the grill of the B-Train. It meant driving them was actually safer than driving a car, simply because the driver could see what was happening half a mile down the road, instead of looking at the trunk of the car in front of them.
Also, the cab was spacious. The driver’s seat was large enough for Bronx to sit there comfortably, and he and Nevis weren’t squashed together either. Maybe that dated back to the days when drivers needed to be both fit and muscular to handle the trucks. Now, power steering and automation had meant enormous physical strength was no longer essential. But comfortable seats still were good.
Once they’d discussed the route they were taking and how the truck handled on the road, they were all a lot more relaxed.
“We’re making good time even up the hills, because it’s almost empty. We’ll be slower once we’ve gotten all your gear inside,” said Bronx.
York looked back over his shoulder through the window into the body of the truck. The minivan, which Bronx had insisted on bringing with them instead of the green car, only took up maybe a quarter of the available space. It was chained down at the back of the rig, so they could drive it off and use it if they wanted to. Although, that would mean having to carry all their possessions farther, to stack them up front of the rig.
“He needs a name,” said Nevis.
“What? Who needs a name? Why?” York didn’t have the faintest idea what she was talking about.
“The minivan. We can’t keep calling it ‘the minivan’ all the time.”
“Why not? We all know what we’re talking about,” said Bronx.
“You’ll hurt his feelings. Kermit has a name so he needs one, too,” she explained.
“His feelings?” York laughed.
“You won’t laugh the first time he won’t start one day because you’ve upset him,” she warned in a spooky voice.
“It’ll be garaged in the warehouse, not left out in the snow, come winter,” scoffed Bronx.
“If she wants to name it, she can. Women are a foreign country after all. Besides, I quite like the idea of the Dodge being called Kermit. It is very, very green,” said York.
“You’re crazy. Anyway, the van is white,” argued Bronx.
“Walter.”
“What?” York turned and stared at Nevis.
“Walter is his name. He’s white and serviceable. A good hard worker. Walter suits him.”
“I suppose you’re going to want to name this rig as well,” said Bronx.
“Don’t give her ideas.” York was shaking his head, but one glance at the thoughtful look on Nevis’s face told him it was too late.
“Animal.”
“What?” He seemed to be saying that an awful lot lately, but he had no hope at all of following her conversational leaps. Her brain just didn’t seem to move in a logical progression. It was all over the place and a mere man had no hope in hell of figuring out what she meant.
“Animal from The Muppets. He’s reddish orange and there’s a lot of orange paint on the rig. Also, he’s wild and loud, yet very talented, just like this truck.” Nevis leaned forward and patted the dashboard. “Hi, Animal.”
York leaned back in his seat and laughed. “I guess that’s a done deal now.”
Bronx pretended to shudder. “You’re both mad. Stark, raving insane.”
“That’s because I’m hungry. Let me see how far it is to the next town so we can eat.”
“You aren’t going to be able to park Animal anywhere but at a truck stop. He’s way too big. And it’s too much trouble to offload Walter just to go buy food.”
“There’ll be a truck stop sooner or later. Besides, the food at those places is usually very good and I’m hungry,” said Bronx.
Now it was Nevis shaking her head at them.
“Aren’t you hungry? What kind of foods do you like? What’s your favorite?” Suddenly he wanted to know more about her.
“Back up a minute. I’m not finished with names yet.”
York groaned. Now what was she going to name? The trailer? The warehouse?
“What’s your last name, York? You know my surname is Greenway, and I saw Bronx sign the papers for Mike as Montaine, but I’ve never been told your last name.”
“Ah yes, that’s because I don’t have one. We wolves of the Hot Springs pack have never had family names. It wasn’t needed. We stayed on the mountain. When we had to have one, people chose a name like Springs. Or Mountain. Or, like Bronx, a version of the word mountain. I guess you’d better name me as well.”
“But what about paperwork? Birth certificates and so on?”
“It’s perfectly legal to call yourself any name you want, as long as it’s not used for criminal purposes. But also, there’s special arrangements made for people who don’t have family names as such, like some of the Native American groups, and people who come from other countries. Did you know, that in Iceland the last name is made by using your father’s name with either son or daughter after it? My father’s name was Paul so I’d be York Paulson. If I was a girl I’d be Paulsdaughter.”
“Do you want to call yourself York Paulson?” she asked.
York thought about it for a while. He’d thought of naming himself occasionally, but he’d never needed a family name so he hadn’t done so. “No. I think I’ll be York Greenmountain. That way we’re really a family as I have both your names as part of mine.”
Nevis gave him a hug. “I like that. Thank you.”
“Food,” said Bronx firmly, turning into a truck stop. York watched as Bronx expertly maneuvered the big rig into a truck space, and then he jumped down from the cab, holding out a hand to help Nevis. It was a hell of a long way up into the cab but she managed it like she’d been doing it for years. She might be curvy but she was very fit for a human female.
* * * *
Nevis was tired by the time they’d emptied her storage locker and loaded everything into the truck. The two men did all the heavy lifting while she drove Walter down the ramp off the truck, then around the huge building to the office to pay off the locker and get her deposit back. By the time she’d done that Bronx and York were already loading the biggest things into Animal. So she started carrying smaller boxes, filling up a trolley and wheeling it to the bottom of the ramp for one of the men to push into the truck. There she unloaded the trolley stacking the boxes against the side walls of the rig. It took hours.
But instead of finding a hotel to spend the night, Bronx told her to drive Walter back inside Animal. The men loaded the ramp into the truck then Bronx started driving out of town.
“How far are we going? I’m quite tired.”
“There’s a truck parking area about five miles out of town on the road we need to take. It’ll have picnic tables and bathrooms and water. We’ll stop there,” said York.
She supposed that was logical enough, but she thought these rigs only had one bed, for the driver. She wasn’t sure she wanted to sleep sitting up in the cab. Oh well, it’s only for one night, two at the most.
Bronx pulled Animal to the very back of the truck parking area, and then they all climbed out of the cab and into the back of the truck. She noticed the men had stacked several of her boxes away from the rest of them, and these were ones with her bedding in them. “You’
d be out of luck if I hadn’t labeled everything so thoroughly, wouldn’t you,” she teased them.
Bronx picked up a length of rope. “I’d just whip your ass until you remembered which boxes the blankets were in,” he teased her back.
Nevis laughed. It was wonderful that Bronx was relaxing around them and joining in with their laughter. He was hardly grumpy at all now, although he was very focused on making the business a success. But that was his responsibility after all.
They piled all her blankets onto the floor, then laid a couple of sheets over them, leaving a doona to the side to add on top afterward.
“Undress, my slave,” ordered Bronx. She gave him a calculating look, but it wasn’t like anyone could see them. The window from the cab into the rear compartment let in adequate light for them to move around, but the only way someone could look at them would be by climbing up onto the hood of the truck and peering through the windshield, which was most unlikely to happen.
She removed her clothes and stacked them in a pile beside her shoes, then stood, hands on hips and stared at Bronx. “Aren’t you rather overdressed for this scene?” she asked.
“If I take my pants off you’ll have to suck my cock,” he challenged her.
Nevis grinned. She’d been thinking about doing just that. Sucking both their cocks. She wanted to know what they tasted like. What were their differences and similarities? Did all shape-shifters share an underlying flavor or not? “That’s doable.”
Bronx put the rope on Walter’s hood and began stripping out of his clothing. For such a very large man he moved surprisingly gracefully. He was very intentional about what he did, but there was an innate smoothness to his actions, with no wasted gestures at all. He was light on his feet as well. He’d been wearing boots, but wasn’t clomping or stomping on the base of the truck, but rather, he stepped as silently as she did.
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