by Jane Jamison
“Spank her hard, Stone. She’s disobeying us.”
He didn’t understand how Wyatt had the strength to speak. But he understood Wyatt’s reasoning. They had to make sure she did as they said. At least while in that room.
Smack.
“Again. Harder.”
Smack!
She cried out, then took Wyatt’s cock back into her mouth.
“Harder, man. I want to hear the difference.”
Smack!
“Aw, shit. I’m going to come. Drink it up, babe.”
Stone shoved his cock deeper. She felt so tight, so perfect for him. His cock throbbed at the way she’d captured him and held on.
He was so absorbed in the sensation of her around him that he almost didn’t hear Wyatt’s shout of release. He did, however, hear the sweet sound of her trying to drink as much of Wyatt’s cum as she could.
Again, he slammed into her even as Wyatt rolled and slid off the couch. He fell away then lay on his back, panting.
Stone bent over her, reached around, and found her dripping pussy. He put his fingers to work on her clit and rubbed as hard as she could. She whimpered, her head bent forward, the hair hiding her beautiful face.
His balls slapped against the back of her legs as he rammed into her again and again. She moaned then shoved against him, proving she could give as good as she got. He closed his eyes and held on, determined to last as long as he could against the delicious torment.
But she was too good for him to resist any longer. Driving in again one last, long, hard time, he clutched the fleshiness of her butt cheeks and roared out his climax. A moment later, he felt the rush of warm wetness over his hand as she cried out her own orgasm.
If it hadn’t been for Wyatt helping both of them, they would’ve fallen off the bench together. As it was, Stone let his friend ease her over to the bed first, then stumbled his way to her. He lay beside her as Wyatt unlocked the handcuffs.
Wyatt, his ever-ready smile beaming, tossed the cuffs aside and leaned over her. “That was terrific, babe, but it’s only the beginning.”
* * * *
Rae stepped out of the shower, got a good look at her smiling face in the steam-fogged mirror, and couldn’t help but smile bigger. Last night with Wyatt and Stone had been the best night of her life. The connection she’d already had with them had grown to a level she hadn’t thought possible. After they’d made love for a second then a third time, she’d been left worn out and feeling oh-so satisfied. Her body still ached a little from their rough treatment, but after having seen their gentler sides, she’d been ready for whatever they’d wanted to throw at her. And throw it her way they had.
One of her wrists had a faint bruise on the inside, but she figured that had been her fault after falling off the bed during their last sexual romp. She’d laughed her head off just as they had and hadn’t even noticed that she’d banged up her wrist. As far as she was concerned, it was a fair price to pay.
She towel dried her hair then used the hair dryer hanging on a hook on the wall to fluff it up. The warm air felt good against her skin and reminded her of their warm breaths caressing her skin. She mussed her hair, kept the dryer moving, and closed her eyes.
The memory of Wyatt between her legs hit her, and she lowered the dryer, switching it to a lower heat level. Spreading her legs, she pointed the nozzle at her pussy, careful that it wasn’t hot enough to burn her, and pretended it was Wyatt’s hot mouth against her flesh. Her other hand slid between her pussy folds and started massaging her still-tender bundle of nerves.
Desire flashed through her as Wyatt spread her legs farther apart and renewed his attention to her clit. The vision grew stronger as the memory of Stone pleasuring first one nipple then the other appeared.
She whimpered and rubbed harder.
“How rough do you like it?” asked Wyatt.
Who wanted to put a limit on what they’d do?
As rough as you can go.
“Sweetheart, that’s way rougher than you can imagine. We’ll have to work up to that.” Stone tossed a look at Wyatt.
Just like last night, she had the feeling that they were holding something back from her. Were they trying to say that they did that kind of thing all the time? That they were into a Dom-Sub lifestyle? With other women? She knew almost nothing about that side of sex, but wouldn’t mind trying more than they’d done last night. As for other women? She didn’t want to think about that.
Shut up and eat me.
It was better to keep the fantasy going with what she knew.
Wyatt’s eyes gleamed with unleashed lust as he lowered his head to her pussy again. He swiped his tongue over her clit, the heat from his mouth bringing her skin alive. Stone cupped her breasts, biting and nibbling at her breasts, his cock brushing against her arm, tempting her to take hold.
“Damn, but she’s beautiful. And she’s all ours.”
Had Wyatt actually said that? Or had her mind been playing tricks on her? With all the emotions cascading over her last night, she couldn’t be sure if she’d heard him correctly and she hadn’t wanted to ask.
She pushed the heat level a little lower, but moved the dryer closer to her pussy. If she didn’t pay attention, she’d end up having to explain to her physician why her skin was burned.
“Um, no, Dr. Wisecoff. I don’t know how I burned myself.”
She giggled and rubbed harder.
Wyatt and Stone had proved last night that they were the men for her. She had no doubt about it. Not after how close she’d felt, both with her body, her mind, and yes, even with her soul. Never having felt that way before, she realized that what they shared was special, a once-in-a-lifetime love.
Her hand was wet from her juices, and her clit was aching. She moaned and spread her legs even wider, keeping steady. The exhilaration of standing in the bathroom and masturbating was another new kind of experience. It could never compare to having them, but she’d have no problem finding them after she was done and letting them bring her to yet another climax. Before they’d gotten hold of her, she would’ve thought it impossible to have so many orgasms.
She tensed, her breathing coming in pants as her vision of them using their hands, their mouths, and the tongues filled her mind.
That’s it, boys. Make me come.
As soon as the thought hit her, her body took over. The climax burst free, and she leaned against the wall then sank to the floor. She dropped the dryer and clutched her breast with her other hand, catching her nipple between her fingers. The release pummeled through her as she fought against the urge to stop rubbing. At last, she could do no more than throw back her head and moan out the remainder of the waves of satisfaction.
A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and laughed. Had she steamed up the room even more? She had a good memory, that was for sure. But memories were a far cry from the real thing.
After getting to her feet, she finished styling her hair and pulled on her clothes. If last night was the first of many, then she’d have to start bringing an overnight bag. Either that or ask them for space in the closet.
Don’t go too fast.
The last thing she wanted was to scare them away by expecting too much, too fast.
Satisfied with her appearance, she stepped out of the bathroom, ready to find them, and hoped they’d mess up all her hard work on her hair and makeup.
“Fuck that, Wyatt. You’ve got to make this right.”
Rae stopped, her hand on the bedroom door. She’d never heard Stone raise his voice. He’d always been so laid back and easygoing, but he was nothing like that now.
“Back off, man. I’ve tried, but I can’t find any way out. Can you?”
“No, but it’s not my mess.” He groaned. “I didn’t mean that. Your problem is my problem.”
She couldn’t understand the next few words Wyatt said. Although she felt wrong in doing it, but unable to stop herself, she put her ear to the door and eavesdropped.
“So you’re
going to go along with it. Is that it?”
“What else can I do?”
“Pull out of the contest.”
The contest? Why should Wyatt pull out? He had a good chance of winning. If she lost to anyone, she’d like it to be Wyatt or Stone.
“And then how do I pay Jac back? With my skin? Because that’s what’ll happen. He’ll skin me alive and nail my pelt to his office wall.”
She didn’t know who Jac was, but if Wyatt was worried about facing him, then he had to be bad news. Wyatt owed him money, and since she doubted Jac was a banker, that only meant one thing. Jac was a loan shark or worse.
The joy she’d felt only a few minutes earlier died. Instead, she had a horrible feeling that she didn’t want to know what they were talking about. But she’d have to face it. One way or another, she’d find out what was going on.
“So throw it. Be so bad that they can’t call you the winner without everyone getting suspicious.”
“It’s already a done deal. Jac’s expecting that prize money, and I’ll bet he’s got side bets going on, too.”
Shit. The contest is rigged in Wyatt’s favor.
Worry for her men warped into anger. How could Wyatt do such a thing? And Stone, by staying silent, was just as involved. The men she’d come to love were cheaters. What other shady business were they involved in?
She eased away from the door.
Oh, hell. I screwed up. I fell in love with them. And now this?
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she was determined not to let them fall. She wouldn’t let them see her cry. Not now. Not ever.
“Damn it, Wyatt. You’ve got one week to make this right. For your sake and for Rae’s. Hell, for all our sakes.”
Throwing open the door, she stormed into the living room, and they whirled to face her. “You lousy bastards. The contest is rigged, isn’t it?”
Chapter Eight
If she hadn’t already heard, she would’ve known by their shocked expressions. Shocked and stunned that she’d overheard them and that she knew the truth. “Well? That’s right, isn’t it?”
“Rae, babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It was bad enough that he’d do such a thing to start with, but to stand in front of her and lie to her face tore out her heart. “Shit, Wyatt. Don’t try and deny it. I heard you two arguing.”
Stone remained quiet, his hard gaze jumping from her to Wyatt. He obviously expected his friend to confess, but he wasn’t going to offer any help.
Wyatt’s shocked look changed to one of calm steel. Even after she’d confronted him and at Stone’s quiet urging, he still wasn’t going to confess.
“Tell me, Wyatt. It’s fixed. In your favor. Right?”
“Rae, you need to stay out of this.”
“Are you kidding me? You brought me into your life and now you’re telling me to butt out?”
To his credit, he knew better than to approach her. And yet a part of her wanted him to bring her into his arms and tell her that she had it all wrong.
“Who is this Jac person? And why do you owe him money?”
Wyatt started to walk away, then pivoted to face her again. “I’m sorry, babe. You’re going to have to trust me on this.”
“Trust you on what? Is the contest rigged or not?” She clenched her hands, digging her fingernails into her palms. “Tell me the truth.”
“Of course not.”
He lied to her again. Maybe if she came at him in a different, less aggressive way. “Wyatt, please, tell me. If you’re in trouble, let me help.”
The wall he’d built between them cracked a little. He wanted to tell her. She could sense it as well as see it in his eyes.
“Wyatt, please.”
And then the wall intensified, hard and unyielding. “Rae, drop it. It’s none of your business.”
She closed her eyes as the pain washed over her. It hurt to breathe, to think. How had she been so wrong about him? About them? When she opened them again, she did the only thing she could do. She looked to Stone for the answers. “Please tell me.”
“Stone.”
Stone didn’t respond to Wyatt’s warning. Instead, he reached out and took her hand. “I can’t. This is Wyatt’s decision. It wouldn’t do any good anyway.”
She yanked her hand away. “So that’s it? That’s how you’re going to treat me? What about all the promises last night? What about how much you care for me? Doesn’t that mean anything?”
Wyatt ground out his words. “Don’t you get it? That’s why we can’t tell you.”
Stone’s sad face was set. He was sticking by Wyatt, no matter what.
“Fine. Then go to hell. Both of you.”
She snatched up her purse and marched toward the door. Her hand was on the doorknob as she paused and tried to think of something, anything that would make them tell her. But what more was there to say? If they didn’t love her enough to let her help, then it was useless to try. Swinging the door wide, she ran down the steps and prayed she wasn’t running out of their lives.
* * * *
Wyatt poked his head around the edge of the door into his sister’s bedroom. “Hey, good-looking, how’re you doing?”
After Rae stormed out yesterday, he wasn’t in a good mood, but he wouldn’t let his sister see that. It was hard enough to see her with tubes and needles in her body. Despite all the medication and treatments she’d received in the past month, the cancer was still spreading. The money he’d borrowed, then won, had managed to buy her a little more time, yet it was time hard won. The only thing left to do was to visit her as often as he could and pray for a miracle.
“Hey, big bro.” She lifted her arm to wave him over to her bedside, but then let her arm fall as she lost the strength to hold it up.
Dorris, the nurse that was his sister’s constant companion, gave him a warm greeting. He liked the older woman, but wasn’t fond of seeing her simply because her presence reminded him that she was there to help make his sister’s passing as comfortable as possible. Dorris left the room as she always did, giving them as much privacy as could be had in the tiny apartment.
He eased onto the bed and tried not to let it dip so much that it would disturb her. She’d cover the pain the motion would cause, but he’d see it. Sheila and he had been close from the moment she was born when he was five years old. He’d taken pride in being her older brother, but now he felt like he’d failed her.
“Are you feeling better?” It was a stupid question. One that was intended to soothe his faltering hope. The answer, however, was written all over her frail body and waxen skin.
“Never better.”
He chuckled, loving her for trying to make him feel better. “Are you getting everything you need? Can I do anything for you?” It was a loaded question and she knew it.
“No. You can’t.” Her stern look added to the definitive quality of her answer.
“But…” It was useless to argue the point. Yet what else could he do?
“Wy, I’m fine. Stop fussing over me and tell me what’s going on.”
That was his sister. Always thinking of him. “Nothing much really.”
She frowned, then coughed, the sound weak and airy even as it racked her body. “That’s not true. Tell me how the contest is going.”
He wished he’d never mentioned the damn contest. But that was before he’d had to borrow money from Jac to play the horses. At the time, he hadn’t seen any other way of getting that much cash to pay for her medical treatment. Government assistance helped, along with the generosity of a few of her doctors, but there were always more bills than money.
“What can I say? My life’s a snooze fest.”
Today was one of those days when her mind was as sharp as ever. “You’re hiding something. Spill it before I get out of this bed and tan your hide.”
He knew she meant it even though it wasn’t going to happen. She couldn’t make it to the toilet on her own, much less fight him.
“Ar
e you in the finals?”
“They don’t have the results in yet. There are a lot of great singers entered, but I think I’ve got a fair chance.” More than fair, but he didn’t want her to know.
“But none of them are as good as you.” The corners of her mouth lifted the slightest bit. “Don’t go telling Stone that.”
She considered Stone a brother as much as Wyatt did. Somehow, she’d forgiven him for what he’d done.
“Sis, please, let me do it.”
He didn’t need to say it out loud. Their conversation always came back to his one remaining hope. He couldn’t stop trying.
“Please, let’s not go through this again. I don’t want you to change me. I was born human, and that’s how I want to die. As a human.”
The sad part of it was that if Sheila had allowed him to change her, then her new werewolf infused blood would’ve gotten rid of the cancer that was eating her alive. As soon as she’d received the diagnosis of leukemia, he’d tried to convince her to let him give her the bite that would transform her, but she’d refused.
After what had happened with Stone, she’d had a rough time getting over her hatred of werewolves. But once Wyatt explained that he liked his new life, she’d finally come around. Still, she hadn’t changed her decision. She’d remain human, no matter what.
“But it’ll save you.” He cleared his throat, not wanting his voice to crack again. He had to be strong for her.
“Wy, please. No more.” She gave him what he’d always called the “mamma look” even though she was younger. “Tell me again where you got all that money to pay for my doctors and treatment.”
He’d go to his own grave before telling her he’d gone to Jac, then gambled to get more. “I told you. I got it from the pack. Hell, half the nurses and doctors working with you are pack members who offered their services for free.”
“That’s a damn lie.”
“How would you know?”
“Please. You don’t think I can sniff one out almost as good as you can? Come on, Wy. You know better.”