Cody was sitting on a folded sleeping bag with his back to the person door. Anne was sitting where they’d left her, but beside her was a welding kit. Holy shit. It seemed she was serious about using it against an attacker.
But the night remained completely silent. It also got colder. Later still Anne dragged the pile of quilts and blankets over to the door where he lay. She must have signaled to Cody as well, as he came over, too. The three of them made a base of sleeping bags, then covered themselves with a nest of blankets and quilts. Burrowed underneath the pile, they snuggled together and soon he was not only warm again, but incredibly aroused. Her scent enticed him and he knew Cody was feeling the same as him.
Very cautiously Carson stroked his hands over Anne’s back, gradually pushing up her sweater and running his palms up and down her spine. She snuggled deeper into the blankets and he took that as assent. Cody copied him, gently massaging her shoulders. She smiled and pulled each of them down for a very chaste kiss.
Well, he could do chaste if he had to, but he was still hoping for erotic. At least she was agreeing to their plans. Well, not really plans. His plan had been quite vague and generalized, but it had involved a hotel room and a real bed, both of them following a night of fine food and wine. None of which was likely here. But still, he could work with a pile of blankets, since the woman was the one he wanted and was willing.
Carson made sure the blankets were completely covering them all to muffle any noises they might make, and he pulled Anne’s sweater up. Cody copied him, pulling her arms out of the sleeves and kneeling behind her to undo her bra.
Underneath the blankets the light was very dim. It hadn’t been bright in the rig anyway, with only the one narrow window into the cab to let illumination in. But now, with a couple of blankets over their heads, it was quite difficult to see. He didn’t know if Anne’s nipples were brown or pink, but he soon found they tasted delicious. He took one into his mouth and left the other for Cody to lick.
His dick was harder than a spike and he longed to take his jeans off, but that wasn’t really possible as he’d have to take his boots off and that would leave him at a great disadvantage if anyone did attack them. He’d taken them off to walk around more silently, but he’d put them back on immediately when he’d sat down again. No, if they were to be attacked he wasn’t going to be caught barefoot, or with no pants on either.
Instead of paying attention to his own aching hard-on, he concentrated on Anne. He wanted to touch and taste her everywhere. Her breasts were lovely but they were only one part of her. There was more he’d like to uncover and explore.
Cody wiggled down lower in their nest and began unbuckling Anne’s belt. Smart man. His own thoughts exactly.
Carson pushed her jeans over her hips and Cody tugged them down to her ankles. But he didn’t remove them or take off her boots. Carson nodded. He didn’t want to leave her at too much of a disadvantage either. They had to be wary of any potential trouble and remain prepared for it.
Cody petted her belly and teased her along her bikini line. Carson moved back up to her breasts, kissing her nipples and pressing one against the roof off his mouth. Meanwhile Anne was lifting her hips up, clearly giving them permission to go farther. Cody hesitated as if asking his permission. That virtually proved the man was a sub. Hopefully soon his sub. Carson nodded and Cody tugged Anne’s panties down and buried his face in her pussy.
Carson almost drooled imagining what she’d taste like. He returned to her mouth, kissing her lips, driving his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back passionately, welcoming the touches of them both, signaling him clearly that she was ready for what they all so desperately wanted.
Carson kissed, licked, and teased her face, her lips, her ear lobes, her eyebrows, and her breasts, moving from one thing to the next with no pattern to his love making, always doing his best to keep her at the height of arousal. Cody was holding her thighs apart, his head between her legs, when she stretched her body right up into their mouths and then went limp. Carson covered her mouth with his, but she only breathed heavily. She didn’t make any noise.
She’d obviously come so he hoped it was a good climax for her. Not being able to see properly, not being able to undress fully, and not being able to make any noise was a combined mighty big handicap. Still, she’d come and that was something.
He and Cody pulled her clothing up then cuddled her and she was asleep in an instant. He grabbed some of the blankets and went to the side door. Likely he’d fall asleep but if he was leaning against it any attack would wake him up.
* * * *
Anne woke instantly when the metal roller door rattled and clanged. She sat straight up and threw the blankets off, before checking her clothing was on properly, including her boots, and then she scrambled back to where she’d left the welding machine. Tucked in the side pocket of the bag was a heavy wrench, which she put in the back pocket of her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could actually hit someone on the head with it, but if they attacked her she was willing to find out.
“Shut up, you moron. We’ve blacked out the TVs but that doesn’t mean everyone in the neighborhood has suddenly become deaf.”
“Well if you’re so smart you open the fucking door.”
“We don’t need to open the door anyway. We’re going to drive the truck straight through it. It’s a big truck. A door like that won’t stop it for long.”
That sounded like they’d be getting in the cab, not the back of the truck. Hastily she moved out of the way. The men would need to see through the window into the cab. Or maybe—Yes. They were both stripping out of their clothes. That meant she’d have to remove the window for them so they could attack as wolves. But what if the attackers saw her? If she stood on tiptoes she could see in, through it, but anyone staring into the cab of the rig would see her as well, which meant her team would lose any advantage of surprise.
Oh well, it was up to her. Anne braced herself on both feet, hit the center of the Plexiglas panel with the heel of her hand, and lifted it out. A wolf jumped up at the opening but didn’t get a good grip. Using both hands, she pushed the wolf’s ass through the gap and let him jump into the cab. The second wolf balanced with two paws over the opening and again she shoved its hindquarters through the window.
After seeing Carson as a wolf yesterday afternoon as they drove into New York she knew he was the one who’d jumped first. They were both brown but his coat was quite a lot lighter than Cody’s. She also thought Carson was bigger and heavier than Cody.
As for herself, she grabbed a crate of bottled water and put it underneath the window and stood on it, trying to look through without exposing her entire head for someone to see.
She ducked down as a man in a balaclava approached the driver’s door of the B-train with a bundle of keys in his hands. She noted both wolves were also out of sight, evidently waiting until the door opened to attack the robbers. Anne really wanted to watch, but that wouldn’t be smart. In particular it risked giving away their surprise that the robbers weren’t alone, but were expected.
The keys rattled against the door time and time again. Anne though he must have tried every one of them before he found the one that opened the door. “I’ve got it. Come over and get in with me,” crowed the man in the balaclava.
The door opened wide and with a really loud snarl, Carson jumped out, landing on the man’s body. He gave a shrill scream and Anne was watching through the window as he fell flat on his back on the concrete, Carson standing on his chest, his jaws wide open.
The other man turned to run, but Cody sprang out of the truck and jumped on his back. The man staggered forward a few paces before the weight of the wolf forced him to drop to his knees.
Ann didn’t know what to do. The men seemed to have things under control but what would happen next? It wasn’t as though they could shape-shift and handcuff the men. Should she run out and hit them over the head? Or maybe dial 911? Immediately Bronx was there with ropes in his hand. He
swiftly tied up the second man, and then the first, pulling their hoods right over their faces so they couldn’t see him or anything else.
Carson and Cody scrambled back into the truck and got dressed then exited more slowly, taking Anne with them. Bronx was madly making hand signals at the men as he said, “Oh there you are, Anne. Could you please tell the gallery director we’ve arrived with your exhibition pieces.”
“Of course I will. But whatever are these men doing?”
“Going to jail I expect,” said Bronx calmly.
Anne wanted to laugh, but if there were these two men after her work, there could be others as well. Her sculptures weren’t safe yet.
* * * *
It didn’t take a genius to work out Bronx needed them to disappear. As soon as he and Cody had raced around to the other side of the gallery building and were safely out of sight, Carson pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Nevis. It was still very early in the morning and he hoped she was awake. Fortunately she answered her cell phone just before it rang out.
“Drop everything and get Ben and Jerry here to the gallery as fast as you can. We’re going to need an alibi.”
“I will, but you’d better be ready to tell me the full story as soon as I’m on the road,” said Nevis.
Carson grinned. Nevis was sweet and gentle but she wasn’t the kind of woman to let a man push her around. Now, what did they need to do next? He wished he could stay with Anne, but Bronx had made it clear he and Cody were to get the fuck out of the way but that only Anne should stay. “I wonder if my old apartment has been leased yet. It’s only been what, three weeks? We’re going to need somewhere to stay that accepts dogs which means hotels are not an option.”
“Three weeks is a long time to leave an apartment vacant,” said Cody.
“You’re right, but it was reasonably expensive area without being exclusive, so perhaps…I’ll ask them first.” Carson leaned against the wall of the gallery and called up the apartment manager.
“Hi. It’s Carson Mellor. A friend of mine is going to be in New York for a week for business meetings and she’s bringing her dog and needs somewhere to stay. Is my old apartment still available? The dog? Oh, no, no. Lady will be no trouble. She’s the sweetest, most well-behaved dog you could ever imagine. Oh great, that’s good news. Of course, the deposit won’t be any trouble. I’ll come around right now and pay it for her and pick up the keys. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Carson clicked off his phone and looked at Cody. Cody’s face was red with suppressed laughter and the moment he put his cell phone back in his pocket Cody burst out laughing. “Lady is the sweetest dog. Yes, sure she is, but you told Nevis to bring Ben and Jerry, not Lady.” Cody bent over, coughing and laughing.
Carson leaned against the wall, smiling. “Yes, I did, didn’t I? Which is why you and I are going to pay the deposit and get the key. We’ll smuggle those enormous mutts into the building later. The police will want to see them, and Jerry’s the perfect alibi. Not even a dog hater could say he’d ever hurt anyone. He’s more likely to kiss someone to death than to bite them.”
They began walking to the train station. After a little while Cody said, “I’m glad I’m with you. I wouldn’t know where to go here. I don’t know much about New York. But I wish we were with Anne. I want to love her properly. I want to look at her skin as I touch her. I want to…”
Cody broke off but Carson knew what Cody wanted to do. It was what he wanted as well. “Tonight we can do that. We’ll be back in an apartment with a bed. And a shower. I badly need a shower. Oh, fuck it! All our clean clothes are still in Animal.”
“Yes. Unless you want to buy a change of clothing we’re stuck in these jeans for the foreseeable future.”
Carson led the way down the stairs into the train station. “We’ll get into the apartment and contact Nevis, tell her what’s going on and find out when she expects to arrive. Then we can call Bronx and hopefully he’ll tell us what the fuck is going on with Anne’s sculptures. And finally, by tonight, we should be able to make love to Anne properly, the way she deserves.”
“I’m with you for all those things,” said Cody. Carson noted the firmness in his voice. Cody might seem a bit shy and diffident, but inside he was strong and brave, a good partner to share Anne with. If she agreed, of course. She’d been plenty willing last night in the truck, but it was not like he’d actually talked to her at all about fucking, much less about the two of them making her theirs. Or BDSM. No one had mentioned that either. He wondered what she’d think about BDSM sex. Would she like the idea of being tied up and spanked to orgasm or would the idea frighten her? Having seen her during the attack by the two would-be robbers, he couldn’t imagine her being scared. But it had to be a lot more than that. She had to genuinely want to explore the genre.
But first he needed to speak with Cody. In his mind he was sure the man would agree, but he hadn’t actually asked him yet. “Cody, we’ve both settled at Pine Corner, and we both know the situation regarding finding a mate. In Anne, I’ve found everything I’ve ever wished for, and I suspect you have as well. Are you agreeable that we share her, if she’ll have us?”
“You’re asking me?” Cody’s eyes opened wide.
“Of course.”
“I do want her very much. I’d be honored to share her with you. I mean, if she’ll have us. I think she likes us, but…”
“We’ll ask her.” Carson was sure she’d accept them. If not the first time they asked her the next time, or even the time after that.
* * * *
By the time Bronx had parked Animal in the parking lot at Carson’s former apartment, all Anne wanted to do was spend an hour or so alone in a real bathroom. She collected her small carry bag from the back of the big rig, and marched straight through the apartment into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. She ignored the hurt look on Cody’s face and the sad whines of Ben and Jerry, whose furry bodies pressed against the door with heavy thuds.
Anne peeled off her filthy clothing with disgust then stood under the shower for twenty minutes, scrubbing every inch of her body and shampooing her hair twice. Only when she was sure she was clean again did she relax and smile at what had happened in just a few hours. First, Cody and Carson had made love to her. She’d had an amazing orgasm, and if they could do that under such primitive conditions she could hardly wait to see what they could do in daylight on a real bed. If they still wanted to, of course. But judging by Cody’s face when she’d walked through the apartment, he, at least, was still interested in her. And she was interested in them. Very interested. As they’d shape-shifted she’d caught glimpses of their amazingly taut and toned bodies. And their long, thick cocks. Oh yes, there was work for her there to lick and suck every inch of their splendid physiques.
The long drive to the city had given them endless hours to talk, and she really felt she knew them now. They’d spent time in silence, and talked about stupid trivial things, but they’d also shared things from their hearts, and she knew they were men she wanted to know more about.
Anne climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wondering where it had come from. She certainly hadn’t packed any towels. Actually the soap and shampoo in the shower weren’t hers either. Carson had said the apartment was furnished. Did that mean it had linens as well? Anne shrugged. She could find out about those things later.
Nevis and the dogs arriving so fast was a real miracle. Already the gallery director had demanded that the vicious animals which had attacked the two men be impounded. Bronx had countered that the thieves ought to be jailed. Clearly Ben and Jerry would be doing a meet and greet with the police in the near future. Anne giggled. She couldn’t wait to see the gallery director’s face when the “vicious animals” calmly shook hands with him or when Jerry tried to lick his face.
Anne dressed in clean jeans and a fresh shirt and sweater, then combed her hair, grateful it was short since she couldn’t see a hair dryer anywhere in the
bathroom. When she tried to open the bathroom door, it was obvious the dogs were still pressed up hard against it.
“Jerry, if you don’t move your fat ass I can’t come out,” she called.
There was shuffling, movement, and finally she could push the door open. As soon as she did she smelled the wonderful aroma of coffee and food. “God, yes. I haven’t eaten in—I don’t know, it seems like weeks.”
The large group had pushed the furniture out of their way, with the table now central in the living room and chairs set around it. Nevis and Cody, both with towels tied around their waists over their jeans to protect them from hot oil splashes, were piling food onto plates and Carson was setting the table. The dogs followed her across the room and whined hopefully at Nevis.
“Yes, yes there’s plenty of food for you, too, even though York isn’t here to cook. You’re lucky Cody knows how to cook or you’d still be hungry.”
As soon as they were all seated around the table Anne asked, “How did you get here so fast? We drove like the blazes and it took a lot longer than five hours.”
“Helicopter. It only took an hour but it took almost that long to work out what we needed to bring to help you out, and to care for the dogs. Fortunately Andorra was available and she flew the chopper for us. York was mighty disappointed at being left in Pine Corner alone. Well, alone except for Lady. And she wasn’t too pleased at being left behind either.”
Anne laughed. These people were the most amazing friends a person could ever have. Carson rested his hand on her thigh. High up on her thigh. On her other side Cody gently stroked her hand. Oh good. They did want her. That was just as well because she could hardly wait to get them naked in her bed.
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