by Becca Van
“Yes!” Dusty cried out and ground her ass into his pubis. “Just like that, Airen. More!”
He dug his fingers into her skin and withdrew from her pussy until the head of his cock was resting inside her entrance. When he heard her groan of frustration, he powered back into her so deeply the head of his dick nudged against her womb.
“You okay, mate?” He gasped in air between each word.
“Yes,” she hissed out her answer, drawing the s out. “More, more, more. Please?”
Since he hadn’t caused her any pain and she wanted this as much as he did, Airen decided to give her what she wanted. He drew back and surged forward again, making sure the helmeted crown of his cock rubbed against her G-spot.
“Oh!” Dusty sobbed with pleasure. “Yes! Right there. Right there, right there.”
Airen pumped his hips fast and hard, gliding his cock in and out of her soaked cunt. The wet, frictional slide had the warm warning tingles forming at the base of his spine and moving all too quickly toward his groin.
He leaned his front against her back, blanketing her small body with his, and wrapped an arm around her waist, splaying his palm down low on her belly and pubis. He was literally cupping her mound and from the gasping and groaning sounds she was making, Dusty loved what he was doing to her. When he felt the heat edging toward his balls, he delved into her folds and rubbed over her clit.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Dusty moaned.
His balls grew firm and began to crawl up toward his body as liquid desire pooled low in his belly.
Airen knew he was just moments away from coming.
He caressed his finger over her clit faster and firmer and felt her internal walls begin to gather. Each time he drove his hard cock in and out of her pussy, more tension invaded her muscles. Dusty moved her hips in time with his, shoving them back against him each time he thrust forward, causing their bodies to slap together and water to slosh over the edge of the tub.
Just when he thought he was about to fall over the edge before Dusty, he squeezed her clit between his finger and thumb.
She gasped in a breath and screamed as she climaxed.
Airen pumped into her fast, hard, and deep. The warmth had turned to a fire, and his balls felt as if they’d turned to stone. The heat encompassed his scrotum and testes, and then the base of his dick.
He roared as he shot up to the stars. He ground his pelvis against her ass as streaks of lightning flashed before his eyes. Cum spumed up his shaft and out the tip of his dick, filling his mate with his essence.
Each time she clenched around his cock, another load of seed erupted from his dick, until he felt as if his balls had been turned inside out.
This time, when his bear lunged forward after his fangs lengthened, he didn’t hold back.
Airen bit deeply into Dusty’s shoulder right next to where Broden had marked her. Her sweet, coppery blood coated his taste-buds, and he drank down her life’s blood. His mate’s body quaked and quivered under him, and she hurtled straight back up into the stratosphere and climaxed again.
He wasn’t sure if the orgasm he was having was one after another or the longest climax he’d ever had.
The white flashes in front of his eyes waned until he saw nothing but ebony darkness. Airen had no idea if he was still upright and had a fleeting thought that he hoped he wasn’t crushing his mate.
When his lungs began to burn, he realized he was holding his breath and gasped in air. The blackness receded, and he blinked his eyes to clear his blurry vision. He sighed with relief when he noticed he wasn’t crushing Dusty, and his arm was still wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her up.
His heart flipped in his chest with elation when he felt the mating connection. It wasn’t as strong as he would have liked, but he was happy nonetheless. Dusty Cutter was his mate and would never be with any other man but him and his brothers.
Love filled his heart and soul, and a wide smile curved his lips with joy. He, Archer, and Broden would never be lonely again. They had years and years of loving their mate to look forward to.
The emptiness in his heart was no more.
Chapter Twelve
Irish stirred in the passenger seat of the SUV when Bennie slowed the vehicle. They’d been driving for almost twenty-four hours, changing drivers so they could rest up. He glanced about and rubbed his eyes as his right-hand man parked the car.
“Where are we?”
“In the middle of bumfuck America,” Bennie replied before he gave a jaw-cracking yawn. He turned to meet his gaze. “We’re just over an hour away from Ambrose. This was the only place I could find for us to stay.”
Irish nodded as he stared at the sign depicting the building as the Landmark Suites. He didn’t really give a shit where they bunked down as long as the beds were clean, and he had somewhere to lay his head to get some much-needed shut eye. It didn’t seem to matter that they’d both catnapped while the other one of them drove. He was weary to the bone, and his muscles were aching and cramping from sitting for so long.
He glanced at the other two men he’d commandeered to make the journey with him and nodded. They all got out of their respective vehicles and headed toward the motel entrance.
Irish rubbed his hands together with malicious anticipation.
Once they’d all had a chance to catch up on some sleep, they’d head to Ambrose and reconnoiter.
He was hoping to spot the slut and snatch her from the street, but they would have to think of something if that wish didn’t come to fruition.
He’d get the other two guys to create a diversion, and while he hoped they didn’t get caught, he wasn’t averse to using them as scapegoats if they did.
There was no way in hell he and Bennie were going to end up behind bars, but he didn’t think that was going to be a problem, either. He and Bennie had done some research on Ambrose before they’d headed out, and while he’d been surprised that the bitch had stopped in a supposed ghost town, he guessed there had to be somewhere for her to bunk down. The huge plus in all of this was that there was no local law enforcement in the town. That was going to make their job that much easier. Even if the place had been updated, he didn’t expect there to be many people about in such a remote rural area.
He chuckled with malevolence as he gazed at Bennie. “This is going to be a piece of cake.”
* * * *
Dusty woke with a stretch and a sigh. She didn’t need to see her mates to know that they were in bed with her. She could feel them through the weak mating bond, and she was surrounded by their heat. She didn’t remember falling asleep last night, nor getting out of the spa bath after Airen had claimed her, but she guessed she’d passed out.
“You okay, baby?” Broden asked in a sleep husky voice as he brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead.
She met his emotion-filled gray eyes and nodded. “Yes.”
“You scared me last night, honey.”
Dusty lifted her head from the pillow and glanced down toward the end of the bed. Airen was lying across the bottom of the mattress with a quilt covering his body, but when she noticed his bare chest was on display, she eyed all those huge muscles. He was propped up with his head on his hand and frowning.
“I’m sorry,” she said, although she wasn’t quite sure what she was apologizing for.
Archer was spooning her from behind with his arm wrapped around her waist. He nuzzled against her neck. “You have nothing to be sorry for, mate.”
“How did I scare you?” she asked Airen.
“You passed out when I claimed you. I thought I’d hurt you.”
She shook her head. “None of you would ever do that.”
“We wouldn’t,” Broden said. “However, we were concerned that making love to all three of us was too much for you.” Broden kissed her on the forehead. “I checked you over while you were out of it just to make sure you were okay.”
“Thank you.” Dusty nodded and snuggled in closer to Broden. Her head was resti
Although she should have realized that none of her mates would ever lie to her. They’d been straight with her from almost the start. She’d never met anyone, man or woman, who was so honest and was glad for it. Dusty hated to have to try and read between the lines or walk on eggs shells because she was unsure of another person. That wasn’t and wouldn’t be the case with her men.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” she asked.
“Unless there’s an emergency, not much,” Archer answered.
“So, what do you do with your spare time?” Dusty rolled onto her back, grabbed the quilt and scooted up toward the headboard. She shivered when the cold air wafted over her naked skin.
“If we’re not in the clinic or patrolling the border, we usually spend our spare time at the pub,” Airen replied.
“And?” she gazed at each of them.
“We read or watch movies and help out if the other businesses need us.” Archer tipped onto his back and stretched his arms above his head.
Dusty couldn’t have stopped herself from drooling over his flexing, bulging biceps, shoulders, and pectorals if she’d been paid. She would never get tired of looking at their muscular bodies or handsome faces. In fact, now that she was mated to them, just the thought of something happening to them would have sent her to her knees, if she’d been standing.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Broden asked as he shoved himself up into a seated position next to her.
“Nothing.”
“That was a lie.” Airen pointed at her and frowned. “We could all feel your unease.”
She wasn’t quite ready to make any heartfelt declarations, because she wanted to be absolutely sure what she felt for her mates was love, she told them one of her other worries instead. “I’m concerned about the biker gang finding me and hurting someone.”
“You don’t need to worry, mate.” Broden laced his fingers with hers before lifting her hand to his mouth and nibbling on the tip of one of her digits. “We’ve already alerted all the other shifters. Anyone who enters town is going to be watched closely.”
“When did you have time to—” Archer licking on the mark he’d made on her shoulder had her lost for words.
“We can communicate with the other shifter’s telepathically, honey,” Airen explained. “We don’t do it often, but it comes in handy from time to time.”
“I’ll bet,” she muttered. “Will I be able to do that, too?”
“You’ll be able to talk with us using your mind,” Broden answered and then frowned. “I’m not sure if you’ll be able to speak to the other shifters the same way. I can ask Tatum if you want.”
Dusty shook her head after glancing at the bedside clock. “It’s too early to be disturbing anyone yet.”
“Tatum and his brothers would be up by now. They get to the diner early to prepare for the breakfast crowd.” Airen caressed a hand over her foot causing her to shiver and goose bumps to race over her skin.
“Tell me to mind my own business if you want, but how do you all makes ends meet when there are so few of you in town?” she asked. “I also want to find a job.”
When Airen sat up, she watched the quilt drop to his waist and willed it to move lower. She sighed with disappointment when the cover pooled over his lap, hiding the rest of his magnificent body from view. Dusty realized she was being greedy, but her mates were just panty-dampening delicious. She shifted her gaze up to his when he began speaking.
“You don’t need to work, honey. We have more than enough money to get the things you need and want.”
She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and hid the smile from her lips when his eyes wandered down to her chest. When she glanced down and saw that her breasts were plumped up and the tops of them were more than visible above the quilt, she almost giggled. That surprised her, because she’d never been a giggler before. Airen, Archer, and Broden filled her with a lightness she hadn’t felt in very long time, but that wasn’t all they made her feel. Her heart was so full of emotion, it was near to bursting, and she was happy. She met Airen’s gaze and chuckled when he gave her a wistful grin, then winked at her.
“You can’t blame me for looking, mate. You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself…mate.” The last word felt unnatural on her lips, but the more she repeated it in her mind, the more comfortable she became saying it.
“What Airen was trying to say,” Broden began, “was that we’re rich, baby. You can work if that’s what you want to do, but you don’t need to if you don’t want to.”
“Are there any jobs going in Ambrose or the surrounding county?”
“You’re not leaving Ambrose,” Archer said emphatically.
Dusty turned to meet his gaze. “What did you say?”
“I said, you aren’t going to be working away from this town,” Archer snarled through gritted teeth.
“Now, just hold on a minute.” Dusty poked him in the arm.
Archer grasped her finger and then laced his fingers with hers. “You can argue all you want, mate, but there is no way in hell you’ll be leaving this town to work elsewhere.”
“Who crowned you king?” she snapped. “You aren’t going to stop me from finding a job. I need to feel as if I’m contributing to this household, even if it’s only in a small way. I don’t give a fuck how much money you have or don’t have. I’m getting a job.”
Archer sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. He took a deep breath before he responded. “I didn’t say you couldn’t get a job, sweetness, but you need to find work here. What if those assholes looking for you find you? What if they’re already here and follow you to your place of work, and we’re miles away from you? We need you close so we can protect you, mate.”
“Archer’s right,” Broden chimed in. “You can work wherever and for whoever you want, baby, as long as it’s in this town.”
The wind went out of her sails as she blew out a breath. Now that she knew they weren’t being dictatorial and had said what they had because they were worried over her safety, her anger dissipated. “I’ll concede to finding work in Ambrose,” she finally said. “Do you know if anyone is hiring?”
“I have a better solution,” Airen said.
Dusty looked toward him and waited. “You told us that you had to leave Tucson before you could sit your final exams to get your accountancy degree?”
She nodded.
“Why not complete your degree online?” Airen suggested. “You would do a booming business in this town going over the businesses’ books and doing the taxes.”
Dusty’s heart flipped with excitement. She’d thought that her all her schooling had been wasted when she’d had to flee. She would love to finish her college education and work so she could pay off her student loans. “Is that even possible?” she asked. “Wouldn’t I have to go and sit the final exam in a controlled environment?”
“I’ll look into it for you, honey. If there is any way you can sit that test and get your degree, I’ll find it.” Airen smiled.
Dusty was so happy she shoved the covers away, heedless of her nakedness and crawled down toward Airen. He opened his arms and she went into them, sighing with contentment when he pulled her against his big, brawny body and hugged her tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Airen kissed her on the head. “You don’t have to thank me, honey. I’d do anything for you.”
“We all would,” Broden said.
“You’re all so good to me.” She met each of their gazes. “You make me feel so special.”
“You are special, sweetness,” Archer said. “You’ve filled our numb, empty hearts with warmth and emotion.”<br />
Dusty gave Archer a tremulous smile and blinked away the threatening tears. Her heart and soul were so full, it was hard to contain all her feelings. These three amazing men had taken her into their home and showed her what life could be like. She hoped she never did anything that would change the way they looked at her. There was so much in their gazes, and while she suspected they loved her, she wasn’t about to ask. It would hurt too darn much if they said they only cared for her.
She was already more than halfway in love with them and hoped that one day in the not too distant future she’d find the courage to tell them how they made her feel.
“Do you want a shower, honey?” Airen asked as he loosened his hold from around her and met her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Archer and I’ll get some coffee brewing and breakfast cooking.”
“I can help if you wait until I’ve cleaned up.”
Airen climbed from the bed before turning toward her and offering her a helping hand. She clasped his hand and stood.
Archer and Broden rolled from the bed to their feet. She eyed their hunky, bulky bodies over and licked her lips. She lifted her gaze to Broden’s when he began to talk as he moved toward her. “You don’t need to help us, baby. We can make breakfast. I want you to stay in the shower and soak some of the stiffness out of those sore muscles. Okay?” He tapped her lightly on the nose.
“Okay.”
Airen guided her toward the bathroom and the shower. As they bathed each other, her mind spun in excited circles. She really hoped that she was able to sit the final exam to get her accountancy degree. It had been her dream job since the day she’d sat next to her mom as she’d budgeted the money she’d earned. From then on, Dusty had made sure she’d been present each time her mom allocated money for the bills, food, and rent. She’d been fascinated by the process, and three months later, she’d taken over the chore. Her mom had told her she hated trying to stretch things out since everything cost so much. Dusty had been better at budgeting than her mom and had even helped her to save a small amount of cash each week. She’d known that when she got a job, she was going to choose something to do with numbers. She’d breezed through math in school, and it had been a natural progression to choose accounting as her major.
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