“Have you ever driven a stick shift?” asked York.
“Of course I have. And what’s more I was sitting right here listening to Bronx instructing you all yesterday.”
“It’s not as easy as it seems. You have to—”
“Hear the engine tell you when it’s time to change gear,” she recited. “I know. Pass me the car keys and let’s get moving.” Nevis was determined to try. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to do it, but she thought she probably could. She might not be a natural, as Trenton said Andorra was at flying, but she sure as hell would give driving the big rig her best efforts. And she really had listened to the engine yesterday and been able to guess when to change gears. Animal’s engine noises were quite distinctive and she thought she should be able to do it. Well, she wanted to have a go anyway.
She pulled out of the truck stop very slowly and stayed in the slow lane at first, until she was certain she understood how far she needed to turn the steering wheel before the huge vehicle began to respond. But after a little while she took it up through all the gears and moved into the fast lane. By the time they stopped for lunch she felt as if she’d been driving the rig for years.
While they were waiting for their orders to be served, Nevis asked, “What’s going to happen with our meals back in Pine Corner?”
“I’m not all that good at cooking. I can zap frozen meals in the microwave though, and I’m happy to bring back pizza or whatever else you send me for,” said York.
“I can cook, but often by the end of the day I can’t be bothered. But yeah, I’m happy to go out as often as anyone wants. I agree you shouldn’t become Henrietta Housewife just because you’re the female in the group,” said Bronx.
“I can cook, and don’t mind doing it, but have no intention of becoming a household drudge. I want to be a contributing partner to the company, not stuck at home cleaning and cooking all the time. How about this? Bronx cooks on Saturday and Sunday, which shouldn’t be as jam-packed full of work for him as during the week. I’ll do Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and York can fetch pizza or we’ll eat out Tuesday and Thursday. Also, York has to wash the dishes one day a week for me, and once every second weekend for Bronx, since he’ll never have to wash them for himself.”
“That’s fair. I can do a laundry run for you every couple of weeks as well. I don’t mind sitting and watching the clothes go round and round in a dryer while I read a book.”
“Oh, excellent.” Nevis reached over to kiss him just as the server arrived with their food.
“It’s been fun doing this road trip, but it’ll be good to be back at the hotel again. How long will it take us to set up the trailer?” Nevis asked.
“We can likely organize most of it as we drive home this afternoon. Until the extension is done on the trailer we really only need one set of furniture. I want my office furniture, and my bed is bigger than yours, so we’ll use it for now, unless we decide to buy a bigger one, but other than that, you can choose, Nevis.”
As she ate she thought about Bronx’s apartment and the things she’d seen as they packed his boxes and loaded up Animal. “I suppose a lot of things should stay packed up until the extension is done, really. We don’t need everything out at once, and it’d be better to have less furniture and more space to move around. If we find we really need something we can always unpack it.”
Home. They were going home. Pine Corners already felt like home even though they’d only lived there such a short time. But she was committed to the community and to making the new transportation company work. And to the men. I’m committed to seeing if York and Bronx are the right men for me. Already I can’t imagine leaving them but I need to give us time to really get to know one another. Not that I think either of them is going to suddenly turn into a machete murderer.
* * * *
York stared at the double-wide trailer. The past two weeks had been a hectic time of meeting the locals and getting the transportation business set up. All the new signage was up. He’d just painted their new deck out front and his next job was to go through Bronx’s furniture in their warehouse and find a coffee table and some chairs to put on the deck.
The concrete for the bedroom extension had been poured when the post holes were done for the fence, and the work crew was coming tomorrow to assemble the frame for the living room and bedroom extensions.
Having their own washer and dryer would save them money in the long run, so they were thinking of installing them in the warehouse along with a second, much bigger shower, and a toilet.
Oh yeah, and he had his real computer job to do in the evening. York sighed. It was a miracle he had enough energy for sex. But he did. He always did. One glance at Nevis’s naked body and no matter how exhausted he was, his dick was ramrod straight and ready for action.
He sat on the top step of the trailer, listening to Bronx’s voice rumbling in the background. Bronx had spent several mornings visiting all the businesses in town, talking about the transportation services, and leaving business cards and a brochure York had made for them advertising Hot Springs Transportation. They’d had a bunch of enquiries but no actual jobs yet.
Right now Nevis was down at the local newspaper office buying them some advertising space for the advertisements he’d drawn up. He’d made three that ran almost as a story, to go in three successive newspapers. He’d spent quite a lot of time planning and developing them, so he hoped they brought in some customers. Of course, Master Kingston, the Alpha of their pack and the CEO of the pack business, was well aware that a new branch would be running at a loss for a while, but hey, even one genuine customer would be a start.
He stood up, stretched, and crossed the parking lot to the warehouse. Now that the workmen were gone it’d be good to have the big rig out, acting as an attraction. He opened the warehouse doors wide, climbed into Animal and started the engine, reversing carefully out through the entry then going back and forth until Animal was prominently displayed in front of the warehouse. York jumped out of the cab, locked Animal, and went back to close the warehouse doors. They kept the people door unlocked during the day, so they could collect anything they needed from the warehouse, which was acting like their storeroom right now, but the big vehicle doors stayed closed.
He heard footsteps then a voice said, “Did you notice there’s only one bedroom and one bed in that trailer? Do you think that hot chick is banging both men?”
“Fuck? Ya think? Do ya reckon she’s like a hooker or something?”
“Ain’t no way I’m going to find out if she is. The boss man is huge. He’s gotta be six five easy.”
“That’s true. Besides, they’ve all got rooms over at the Pine Corner Plaza. Remember James told us that. Likely that bedroom in the trailer is just for when they take a nap or something.”
“Damn. You’re right. Plus they’re extending the trailer as well. Adding a couple more bedrooms most like.”
The voices of the two men faded, but York stayed where he was, just inside the warehouse. He’d lived most of his life on the mountain and hadn’t even thought about some of the complications of living in human society full-time. He’d supposed he’d have to drive out of town somewhere if he wanted to go running in his wolf form. Humans by and large seemed to either not believe in shape-shifters, or to be prejudiced against them if they knew they existed, so there was no intention among the three of them to mention werewolves. But what about their partnership as a threesome? How much prejudice was there against ménages? He supposed there could be quite a lot, actually. After all, some people still hated gays, so a trio was even more out there than two people of the same gender falling in love with each other.
York wondered if Bronx had done any research on the attitudes of the townspeople here in Pine Corner. Were they sexually liberated or not? And what were the three of them to do? Hide their sexual relationship? Pretend one of them was married to Nevis, as the other was just a friend? How would that work? He couldn’t bear the thought of other men pursui
ng Nevis, thinking she was unattached. If their partnership was to be a success they needed to be considered a threesome, but not if it got them tarred and feathered like in the old days. Fucking hell. He, Bronx, and Nevis need to talk.
* * * *
Bronx stared at York. First he double-checked the gate in the security fence was padlocked and bolted. Then he locked the door to the trailer, and finally he closed the window in the living room. “What are you stressing about? Do you think there are spies for another transportation company trying to learn our secrets? Even though we don’t have any secrets?”
“I overhead two men talking and it made me think. You see, I’ve always lived on the mountain. Well, almost always. Anyway, I’ve never had to worry about hiding my werewolf side so I’m not in the habit of thinking that way. And now I’m in a ménage, and that’s not the average relationship either.”
“So what? What’s your point?” Bronx still had no idea what was upsetting York. He’d lived among humans for years and it was easy enough to adapt.
“My point is this. What are we going to say and do about our partnership? We three are planning on becoming a mated triad.”
“Just a minute, I haven’t agreed to that yet. I agreed to come here and help you set up this branch office. I didn’t promise an eternal mating. I don’t know either of you well enough for that kind of commitment yet,” interrupted Nevis.
“Okay. Let me rephrase that. We three are living together. Sleeping together. We’re currently a threesome. How are we going to deal with that in the town? Do we tell people? Do we pretend we’re just good friends? Or that you and Bronx are married and I’m his business partner? What?”
“Fuck! He’s got a good point there. We haven’t really dealt with this at all.” Bronx scrubbed one hand over his face, noticing he really needed to shave again. It was annoying having such dark hair and skin at times. Then he rubbed his head trying to focus on the problem he needed to solve. Another problem in an endless line of them right now.
“What are the general attitudes of the people in town toward sexual things? Everyone I’ve talked to has been really friendly and nice, and I don’t have any rings on my fingers,” said Nevis.
Damn! That was something else he should have thought of. They should have given her a ring before they came here, to show she belonged to them. “Let me think. There’s a bunch of churches in town. Baptist, Lutheran, one of those Holiness churches, an Episcopal church, and a couple of Catholic churches as well. But as far as I can remember none of them are the radical fundamentalist type.”
“What about the politics here? Are they intolerant?” asked Nevis.
“I should have thought of that. Let me go get my laptop.” York stopped pacing the living room and went back up the tiny hallway into the office.
I should have thought of it, too. Well I didn’t, but there’s still time to get organized.
Nevis patted his shoulder. “Stop beating yourself up. Originally you didn’t plan to bring me here, remember?”
He did remember. “I’m so glad we did, though. You really do make the three of us into a family, and you’ve done heaps of work to make the branch a success as well.”
York sat at the small table, his laptop already booted up and his fingers racing over the keys.
“I think we—well more likely the two of you—need to decide what you want to do and just go with it. It’s impossible to please all the people all the time. While I’d rather not be run out of town as a whore, I can just go somewhere else if I have to. But for you, the company has already put a lot of money into this business with the aim of making it successful and viable. I think you should decide what’s best for the business and what you want. And that’s what we’ll do.”
Bronx stared at her. “You’d be prepared to hide your relationship with us if you had to? I hate the idea of having to sneak around all the time to be together. Those first few days at the hotel, pretending we’d slept in all the beds, they were shocking. And we’ll have to do it all again once the builders are ready to rip the walls out here. There’ll be a week or more we won’t be able to stay here.”
York had stopped typing and was looking at Nevis as well. Her forehead was creased, but her gaze was steady. “I’m prepared to do what’s necessary for the business to be a success. Of course I’d like to live with you both openly, but this is your future, your life.”
“What have you found out?” he asked York.
“Oh, nothing much. The town seems to be pretty middle-of-the-road. That doesn’t mean someone won’t hate us of course, but I expect there’ll be enough people around who either like us, or want to make use of the company, so we’ll be okay.”
“In that case, when we go back to the hotel, we’ll ask for one room to share and see how we get on. But eventually, Nevis, we want to mate you. That’s what we’re really working toward here.” Bronx watched a faint blush stain her cheeks, but her blue eyes were sparkling and the edges of her mouth were tilted upward indicating that she was happy.
“What about your wolf forms? I’ve had an idea about that,” she said, looking up again.
Bronx couldn’t help but smile at her. She was so loving and giving, letting him decide even in matters that would affect her greatly. Yet her brain was still very busy. Her submission wasn’t a passive one, but a very active one full of a conscious decision on her part, and he valued that from her very much.
“I usually just go out of town somewhere late at night and run then if I have to. It’s annoying but it works. I don’t really need to run very often. What about you, York? How often do you need to run?”
“I was thinking I’d have to do the same thing. I like to change every couple of weeks.”
“What was your idea, Nevis?” he asked.
“Guard dogs. The fence is up and once the building work is finished I thought we could go to an animal shelter and buy two large brown dogs. A breed that’s either easy to train, or docile, but just physically big. Then various combinations of us run around inside the compound throwing balls to the dogs when people are likely to be passing by. If the dogs are all racing everywhere, it’ll be quite hard to count how many there are. I can herd them into the warehouse and if people think there’s three or four or two, it doesn’t matter. We can laugh and joke and say they make enough mess and noise for a dozen.”
“Hey, I like that idea. So sometimes it’s the real dogs in the yard and sometimes it’s us. Or perhaps one of us with a dog, or even all four of us if no one’s around. Nevis, that’s clever.” Bronx pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her lips softened and opened under his and he lifted her into his lip, unzipping her jeans with one hand and shoving his fingers into her cunt. Already she was wet. She was always so ready for them. He finger-fucked her gently as he deepened his kiss, tongue-fucking her at the same time until she broke away from him panting for air.
Bronx stood her up, keeping his fingers deep inside her wet heat, and York was there, pulling her jeans down to her ankles and opening her ass cheeks wide.
“Have you heard of subspace, Nevis?” he asked. He was almost holding his breath. He’d been planning a scene to send her there for weeks, but she had to want it. The pain would lead to exquisite pleasure, but first she had to agree.
“Yes I have and I’m ready to experience it.”
“Are you sure? It’s extreme.”
“I’m sure. I trust you both.”
Bronx stood up, unable to wait a moment longer. He unzipped his pants, held his cock, picked her up and thrust into her. As she sank down on his aching dick, she tucked her legs around his waist and he took the necessary two steps backward to brace his shoulders against the wall.
York opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of olive oil, tipping it over his condom-sheathed cock and his fingers, then trickling it into her ass. It didn’t take him long to prepare her and shove his cock into her rear opening.
Once York was balancing Nevis, Bronx grabbed her breasts and pulled a
nd tugged on them as he fucked her. Her rich round mounds were central to his plans for this scene. Tit torture was made for Nevis. Her breasts were perfect for it. Bronx pulled one up closer to his mouth and sucked the nipple, licking over the top of her breasts before taking more of one into his mouth. And all the while he pounded into her, his other hand on her hip forcing her down onto his dick with every stroke.
York was already thrusting raggedly. Bronx was just as eager to come so he bit her nipple, causing her to shatter and allowing him to fill her with his hot essence.
Together, still balanced against the wall, he pulled her top the rest of the way off while York untangled and unsnapped the bra he’d just pushed out of the way of his mouth, then disposed of his condom.
Bronx slid out of her then lowered her to the ground. “Take her pants off,” he ordered, kicking his own jeans off his feet so he could walk into the bedroom and get his ropes and zip ties from his toy box.
“Hold her arms behind her back.”
York did and Bronx took a zip tie and wrapped it tight against her breast right where it met her chest wall. Tighter and tighter he pulled the zip tie, forcing her breast to bulge out of the tie until it was pink and swollen. He sucked the nipple and areola into his mouth dragging hard on them until he could tighten the zip tie one more notch. By the time he’d tortured her second breast his dick was hard and aching again, cum already dampening the head, but he had a lot more to do before he could achieve his own release.
He handed a rope to York and said, “Bind her elbows together. Make sure her shoulders are pulled hard back to keep the pressure on her tits.”
While York was doing that, he took another rope and wrapped it around her waist, then opened her ass cheeks and forced it between them, along her ass crack, and up between her labia. He fed the end of the rope through the piece around her waist then knotted it tightly so the knot rested on her clit. “Now, my slave, walk up and down the room,” he ordered standing against the wall.
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