by Jenika Snow
“W-wait. Condom,” she gasped out. Her hand was on his forearm, and he cursed internally.
He didn’t want any barrier between him and his mate. He was clean, could smell that she was, too, and not fertile, so every instinct inside of him told him to take her and mark her. He wanted his cum in her so that she smelled like him. He also knew he didn’t want to scare her. He grabbed a condom out of his jeans, the ones he had when he needed to let off steam and energy with a random female. Donning it quickly, he didn’t go slow and easy. He couldn’t. When he placed the tip of his dick at her entrance once again, he gripped her waist and sank into her. Wet, hot, tightness immediately engulfed him, and he buried himself to the hilt.
“Deacon.” The way she said his name, all breathy, had him rearing his hips back and slamming back into her. She braced her hands behind her, and he started really fucking her. Harder and faster until sweat stated to trickle down his back and he felt his beast purring and snapping for more. Always more.
“That’s it, baby.” The workbench slammed against the wall as he rocked in and out of her. “Squeeze that pussy around my cock.” Mine!
Air sawed in and out of him. Curling his fingers around her waist, he stared at where their bodies were joined. The sight of his shaft moving in and out of her was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Her pussy lips surrounded him, and her wetness coated his length. “Mine, Jessa. You. Are. Mine.” Their eyes clashed together, and hers widened slightly.
The feeling of her inner walls quaking around him told of her imminent orgasm. He started rubbing her clit and pumped faster. She cried out as she came around him. Throwing his head back he let his climax rise to the surface. Roaring out in ecstasy he didn’t know if the loud rumble echoed inside his head or if it had come out of his mouth, but the pleasure that coursed through him and into her had him not caring.
“Deacon…” Her long, drawn out cry had him lifting his head and watching her orgasm again. She was so beautiful and uninhibited when she came, and her emotions were written on her face like a painting.
He slowed his pace and then pulled out. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders. Their combined breathing seemed so much louder than the music blaring and the sound of the heater running. “You okay?” He felt her nod against his chest and kissed her atop the head.
“That was … intense.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, it was.” Kissing her one last time, he pulled away and helped her off the bench.
“What now?” Her voice seemed small, and he hated that. He pulled her to him again and rubbed his hands up and down her back.
“We go get something to eat.” Pulling her away, he smiled down at her and lifted her chin with his finger until she looked him in the eye. “You’re safe here, Jessa. Always.”
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Thayer knew they had fucked. The scent of it had been thick when they walked in the door. A blush had stolen over Jessa’s cheeks, and a satisfied grin covered Deacon’s face. To say he wasn’t jealous would have been a lie, but his jealousy stemmed from the fact Deacon had tasted her first, not that he had actually had her. He watched her slip into her room after she said she needed to clean up before dinner. Slicing his eyes to his brother, he watched Deacon’s grin grow as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Deacon, I thought we were going to go slow with her?” The grin left Deacon’s face at Thayer’s words.
“I know, and that was the plan, but Thayer…” He inhaled deeply. “I’ve been having a hard time controlling myself around her. I’ve been going on three, four runs a day since she got here.”
“Why didn’t you go into town?” Just the thought of being with a woman had Thayer feeling revolted. The look on Deacon’s face said he felt the same way.
“Thayer, I couldn’t even get it hard for any other female at this point.”
Yeah, Thayer knew he was the same way. His thoughts were consumed with images of Jessa. Her sweet scent invaded his senses until he couldn’t concentrate. His constant state of arousal was a new experience for him. “Sooner or later she’s going to find out what we are, Deacon. I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking forward to the look on her face when she freaks out.” Deacon didn’t have a chance to respond because Jessa came out of her room. She stopped and looked between the two of them.
“Everything okay?” Her cheeks were a ruddy color, but Thayer knew it wasn’t from the cold, but from having sex with Deacon. Clenching his hands at his sides, he forced himself to calm his racing heart as the image of Jessa bared to him in all aspects flooded his mind.
“It’s fine, sweetheart.” He walked over and took her hand in his. She smelled like his brother, a scent Thayer was familiar with. It was one that reminded him of home and happiness. Maybe others would think his closeness with his brother a bit strange, but growing up it had only been the two of them. Deacon had suffered a lot of hardships just to make sure Thayer had stayed safe. Of course, his brother thought he didn’t know the dark secrets that surrounded him, that he didn’t know what their father had done to Deacon in the name of “toughening him up.” Their father’s sick sense of how to raise a child went to the point of depravity. Because of that Deacon had been formed into the male he was now. After the days of seeing how Deacon interacted with Jessa, there was no doubt in Thayer’s mind that his brother would lay down his own life for their little human mate.
They never had direction or instruction when it came to the issue of mates. Of course they had heard others speaking about it, telling tales of the older males finding their mates and claiming them, and letting their animals have a taste. Some of what they heard seemed barbaric, but then again the males speaking of such things had been wilder in nature. Thayer never thought he would find any sort happiness, that a female would be his to have. They had lived in isolation for so long, with only minimal amount of interaction with others. If Deacon hadn’t needed Thayer to ground him, to help keep his beast at bay, he would have been out exploring the world. There were a lot of things he had planned for his life, but family came first, and Deacon was the only family he had left.
“You hungry, sweetheart?” She nodded and let him lead her to the kitchen. He had started dinner while she had been out in the garage. When she sat at the table he grabbed the wine that had been chilling in the fridge and poured her a glass. He didn’t know if they could convince her to stay once they fixed her car, but Thayer knew he would do anything in his power to have her stay with them, because in just the short time she had been with them, he couldn’t imagine a life without her.
Chapter Eight
Several more days passed, and Jessa found herself actually becoming disappointed at the thought of her car being fixed. Of course that was a ridiculous thing to think given the fact she needed to get away from her life, not stay holed up with two gorgeous men. The fact that they had accepted her so freely, even after everything she had told them, blew her mind. How anyone could still want a damaged woman, one who had possibly killed her ex, baffled her.
She had gone to bed an hour ago, but all she could think about was the raw, uninhibited sex she had with Deacon. It had been one of the most exhilarating experiences of her life. What she also couldn’t stop thinking about was feeling Thayer’s hands on her. Even when she had been wrapped around Deacon and he had been thrusting inside of her, thoughts and images of Thayer had played through her mind. How screwed up was that? The fact she wanted both men, brothers, too, seemed taboo and wrong on some level. She hadn’t been with Deacon since their time in the garage, and she found her body in a constant state of arousal. Just watching them sit on the couch, their feet propped up on the coffee table, their arms slung over the back of the couch turned her on. Even their plain tees and loose sweats made her wet. Like right now, that image of their bulging muscles pressing against the thin material of their shirts, had warmth spreading through her. The fire had cast light and shadow across their bodies, makin
g them seem like seductive angels or erotic demons.
Closing her eyes, Jessa remembered when Deacon had called her his. The way he said it, so sure that she would accept, and so possessive had frightened her, but not because she feared his words. Fear had swum in her blood because she knew in her soul that him proclaiming that was not just a statement, but a promise.
She lay on her back and looked at the ceiling. Who’s to say Deacon wanted more from her than that one time? Although she swore she could feel the sexual tension between all three of them. Did Deacon tell Thayer he had sex with her? And if he did how would Thayer react? She covered her face with her hands and groaned. Ugh, they probably think I’m some kind of floozy. Who in the hell says floozy anymore?
Pushing those thoughts from her mid, she thought back to the mess she was actually in. Although they had electricity in the cabin, they didn’t own a television. Desperation to find out if she had killed him filled her mind constantly. Their radio hadn’t revealed any information, or if there was a manhunt out of her for the murderer of her ex. She supposed that was a good thing. Maybe she hadn’t killed him. If she had wouldn’t there have been something said on the news? The more time she spent with them, hiding away, the higher her chance of being caught. She wasn’t worried about the authorities. What haunted her dreams were of Paul being alive and coming after her. The idea that maybe she had killed him filled her with almost relief, because she knew if she didn’t he would hunt her down like an animal. A shiver worked through her, and she brought the blankets to her chin.
Footsteps sounded down the hall and then stopped right in front of her door. She stared at it and felt her heart start to quicken when the doorknob turned. Licking her lips at the thought of Deacon or Thayer coming to her, she pushed herself up on her elbows just as the door opened. The dark figure that stood in the doorway was silhouetted by the light behind him.
He didn’t speak as he walked in and shut the door behind him. Her eyes adjusted once more to the darkness, and adrenalin pounded through her veins when she saw Thayer standing before her. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a silvery glow across his body. His chest rose and fell steadily, not like the frantic rhythm of hers. Could he see the want in her eyes? Even in the darkness she could feel their combined heat and arousal fill the room.. She had been wet before, just thinking about them, but having Thayer stand in front of her sent goose-bumps over her skin and had a gush of moisture leaving her.
He moved closer until he stood at the edge of the bed. This was it. She could either send him away or welcome him into her bed. But did he know she had been with Deacon? He needed to know if he didn’t.
“I slept with Deacon.” The words blurted out of her mouth, and she was thankful for the covering of darkness to hide the heat that stole her cheeks.
“I know.” His low response didn’t hold the disgust she thought she’d hear. “Do you want me, Jessa?”
She swallowed roughly and nodded. “Yes.” She pulled the covers away from her and watched with bated breath as he lifted his arms behind him and gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head from behind. The sight was sexy as hell. “You’re okay with that. With this?” Obviously if he was still here, but she wanted to hear him say it. She had never done anything like this. Paul had been the first and only man she had been with, but now here she found herself sleeping with brothers.
He didn’t respond, but the fiery look in his eyes told her he wasn’t against the idea. He slipped in beside her, his hard, big body emitting enough heat that she wouldn’t even need the blankets anymore. His lips descended on hers, and his tongue slipped against the seam of her mouth. She opened for him, greedy for his flavor coating her tongue.
“I’m okay with everything, Jessa.” His said against her lips. His hands gripped her shoulders, bringing her closer to him, molding her breasts to his chest. The temperature in the room increased until she found herself sweating, but it was the good kind. It had her picturing them naked, their bodies moving together, their mouths fused.
“Deacon’s okay with everything.” How had he known that was her next question?
“You can read minds now?” She felt his smile against her mouth, but he didn’t answer her. They kissed for so long she had to move her legs together to ease the ache that settled between them. She wanted him like she needed her next breath of air. Before she could plead with him for more, his fingers on her shoulders tightened, and he pushed her away. Confusion settled within her, but only for a moment. With her back to his chest, he brushed her hair off her shoulders and kissed the akin exposed. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensations coursing through her. This wasn’t like being with Deacon, not at all. She admitted that being taken in a dirty garage with the worktable banging against the wall had been intense and hot, but she also loved this softer side, the one Thayer showed her.
His hand moved to her front and spanned the width of her belly. “Just so you know, Deacon and I don’t share women. This is our first time doing this, too.” The sincerity in his words touched her deep. She nodded and then smiled. She only wore a tee-shirt, one of the ones she had found in the dresser. They were so long and big it covered her completely. His lips continued to caress the tender, sensitive back of her neck, but she wanted more, needed more.
“Thayer.”
“It’s all right, sweetheart.” He ran his tongue around her pulse point. “I’m going to take good care of you. This is going to be nice and slow.”
She liked nice and slow. His fingers slid down her belly and stopped at her thigh, right where the edge of her shirt met her bare flesh. Inching the material up ever-so-slowly, she gasped as the pads of his fingers grazed her inner thigh. The touch was soft, but she felt it like it left fire along her skin. Her shirt rode up her body until it bunched at her throat. Then he slipped it off of her. She was so very thankful for the darkness, thankful that he wouldn’t be able to see her fading bruises. They had been on her belly and back, the smaller ones all but gone, but the bigger ones still visible against her pale flesh. She forced herself to look at them when she bathed, forced herself to remember that she fought to have a better life. It didn’t matter what happened from now on. As long as she kept her strength and moved forward, her life would be better.
He tossed the shirt to the floor and then his fingers were running along her arm. She didn’t wear a bra and ached for his big hands to engulf her breasts. His mouth found her shoulder, and then he skimmed his lips down her arm. His other hand cupped one of her breasts, and she tilted her head back and hissed. “Yes.” The feel of his thumb and forefinger tweaking the tip sent shards of pleasure straight to her core. Her legs opened, and as if he sensed it he moved his hands between her thighs and under her panties. At the first touch of his thumb to her clit she cried out, long and hard. It was just a small touch, but after standing on the edge of arousal for the past several days it felt like the most glorious thing in the world.
He flicked her clit over and over again, and when she was on the verge of coming he stopped and moved down her cleft to the opening of her body. All the while he kept teasing her skin with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. It was a sensory overload of ecstasy. Teasing the opening of her pussy, he pushed the very tip of his erection inside of her and then retreated. Again he did this, causing her to rock her hips into his touch. A groan left her when he evaded her attempts of penetration, but his deep, satisfied chuckle sent warmth through her.
“It’s okay, Jessa. I’m not going to make you suffer.” He pushed his finger into her, and a mewl of desire left her mouth. Pumping his finger in and out of her, he bit down on her neck. The sting of pain had her moving against his hand, her body having a mind of its own as she fucked herself on him. “Yeah, you like my hands on you, don’t you, sweetheart?”
She turned her head and connected her lips with his. The kiss turned from soft to ravenous in seconds. She wanted to turn in his arms, but he used his big body to push her forward until she was on her belly. For several
long moments all he did was brush his hand up and down her back. His mouth replaced his hands, and he kissed every square inch of space that he revealed. The act touched her, and her heart swelled in her chest. He curved his fingers into her hip and brought her side flush with his chest. A low rumble vibrated from his throat and worked its way into her core. His hand ripped her panties away as if they were the thinnest tissue. He moved away from her in the next instant, but before she could complain and beg him to come back, he had his hands around her waist and her ass in the air.
Jessa buried her face in the sheets when she felt him open her legs and then bury his face in her pussy. The first swipe of his tongue along her folds had her clawing at the mattress, her pleas muffled. His big palms had her ass spread, and her pussy on full display for his tantalizing mouth. He licked and nibbled her until she thrust back against his face. His mouth found her clit, and he sucked long and hard. Her orgasm was so close to the surface, but when he flattened his tongue and ran it down to her pussy hole and kept moving until it touched her anus she came, hard. Never had she through a tongue skating over the puckered flush would be so pleasurable, but the blissful sensations coursing through her left her unhinged. She would have collapsed onto the bed if not for Thayer’s vise-like grip holding her up. He lowered her body to the mattress and then covered her back with his chest.
“Look at me.” His breath teased her ear. Turning her head to the side, she was caught in the way his blue eyes seemed to glow the darkness. “Do you want me inside of you?” The words seemed so easy and straightforward, but the way he said them made it seem erotic and raw.
“Yes.” Her answer was just as low and husky as his question had been.