by Dakota West
“Guys,” she said, gasping for air. “No clothes in the creek, okay?”
“Why?” asked Julius, a smile in his voice. “You’d have to go naked while they dried?”
“What a shame,” Hudson added.
Then he pushed her down onto the ground, sandwiching her between the two of them. Hudson’s mouth was on her nipple, licking and sucking, just barely biting, and he had one hand on the other, gently rolling it between his fingers.
Julius bit her neck softly, then moved down, past her collarbone, her sternum, over the slight mound of her belly. Quinn felt her pants unbuckle, unzip and then slide down her hips as Julius tossed them over his shoulder toward the picnic.
Her underwear followed right away, and then she could feel Julius’s breath on her belly, his face moving lower and lower as his hands moved her thighs apart, his thick fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
For a split second, Quinn wondered what the last time she’d shaved had been, but then she felt hands moving her lips apart and the light touch of Julius’s tongue on her clit, and her mind went blank.
He licked her slowly, almost lazily, every stroke of his tongue sending a bolt of pleasure through her whole body, sending her rocketing higher and higher, her whole body aflame.
Somehow, her hand had found Hudson’s erection, and she wrapped her fingers around its impressive girth, moving slowly from stem to tip, listening to his grunts of pleasure as he moved his mouth upward to kiss her deeply, again, his hands still pinching and rolling her nipples.
Just as she thought she might explode, Julius’s tongue left her clit, making its slow, lazy way down toward her lips, licking along the slick opening, just barely parting them with his tongue.
Quinn moaned into Hudson’s mouth, and he gave her an extra-hard squeeze that made her gasp. Julius’s tongue moved again, pressing further into her channel, and then he moved back up to her clit, circling in deliberately.
“Oh, god,” Quinn breathed.
She wanted them more than she’d ever wanted anything before, and she thought that if she couldn’t feel one of them inside her, right now, she might just explode with lust. Julius flicked his tongue over her again and again, and she fought the urge to squeeze his head between her thighs. He could handle it, easily, but it was pretty rude.
At last, Julius stopped, his head popping back up as he planted kisses up her stomach, but Quinn was already rolling toward him, on her side, reaching behind her with Hudson’s cock firmly in her fist.
Julius pressed himself to her, his erection on her belly, and kissed her hard. Quinn could taste her own musk on his lips as she arched her back.
Then she positioned the tip of Hudson’s cock at her entrance, pushing back against him, rubbing her wet lips along the head.
He groaned, his fingers digging into one hip.
“You’re sure?” he whispered, his voice ragged with lust.
Quinn didn’t answer, just pushed herself back against him, letting the tip of his cock sink into her entrance, biting her lip as he took over, some primal urge moving his hips forward and pushing himself all the way inside of her.
She moaned again, her eyes closed, hands on Julius’s strong chest. It felt as though an itch were finally being scratched, the way Hudson’s cock filled her up and satisfied that empty ache she’d been feeling. Biting the back of her neck, Hudson pulled out and slid in again, then again and again, gradually moving faster as Quinn moaned.
Julius kissed her and she kissed back, feeling almost lost in her pleasure, and she felt Hudson’s arm snake over her side and grasp Julius’s cock, pumping it slowly in time with his thrusts into her.
At the same time, Julius’s hand made its way between her legs, rubbing her with the same rhythm. Quinn began to see dots swirling in front of her eyes, as if fireworks were going off in her brain.
“This feels so good,” she managed to whisper, the pleasure threatening to utterly overwhelm her. Her only answers were long, deep groans, and then Julius and Hudson leaned over her, kissing each other deeply as she watched.
Almost without warning, she exploded. Quinn gasped and arched her back, desperately pushing herself against Hudson, willing him to plunge into her as deeply as he could to fuel the explosion inside her. Light exploded in front of her eyes and she nearly screamed, her body taking over completely as the spasms racked through.
It felt like they might go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure breaking over her, but just as she began to surface, her orgasm fading, Hudson thrust into her hard and then stayed there. She could feel him spasm inside her, flooding her with his seed.
After a long pause, he pulled out, and Quinn rolled over onto her stomach. She knew she was covered in a light sheen of sweat, but she didn’t really care. Her fingers and toes tingled, almost as if she’d received an electric shock, and she felt exhausted by the force of her orgasm.
Then she looked up, raising her head from the soft grass below her, and looked at Julius.
He had one hand firmly around his cock and he looked at her, a smirk on his face.
“Don’t tell me you’re finished,” he said, his voice rumbling through the clearing.
She watched his hand on his cock, long and thick, firmly moving up and down.
Her insides stirred again, and she felt herself spark to life.
Still lying on her stomach, she ran her hand down Julius’s furry chest, over his hard pecs and sculpted abs, until it reached his hand on his cock, and replaced it.
Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing, loving the way that he filled her fist completely. Within moments, it was like she hadn’t just had the most amazing orgasm of her life.
She ached for him.
As she sat up and straddled Julius, the heat inside her built. She put both hands on his cock now and Julius reached up, tweaking both her nipples, his shaft getting even harder at her soft moan.
“Wait,” said Hudson, sitting up next to them. “Turn around.”
Quinn raised her eyebrows wonderingly, and Hudson just grinned.
“Trust me,” he said.
Quinn shrugged and did as he asked, her core going white-hot once more as she did. She had no idea what he was going to do, but she had a feeling she was going to enjoy it.
Straddling Julius backwards now, she looked over her shoulder at Julius, his hands tight on her hips and his eyes squeezed shut. A foot away, Hudson watched as she grasped Julius and then slid onto him, feeling him fill her just as he had a moment ago.
Quinn went slow, letting gravity do the work, as she lowered herself onto Julius, feeling every centimeter that he went inside her. At last, she was sitting on him completely, her knees spread on either side, her legs wide and Julius totally buried inside her.
Going on instinct, Quinn began to move her hips back and forth, sliding Julius in and out a little but letting him press up against those sweet, sweet pleasure buttons along the walls of her channel.
Once more, Quinn felt like there was a ball of flame inside her, burning to be released, and it grew and grew. Lost in her own world, she moved her hips back and forth, letting Julius slide in and out, feeling his hands holding her tight, listening to his groans behind her.
Then Hudson spoke up.
“Lean back,” he said.
Quinn obeyed, not even asking what he was going to do, and Julius reached around to pinch her nipples, eliciting gasps from her.
Before she knew what was happening, Hudson had pushed Julius’s knees far apart, on his knees between them, and he bent down, bringing his face to lick at Quinn.
She gasped. Between the dual pleasures of Julius’s cock and Hudson’s tongue, her mind went utterly blank, and the only thing she could think of was how good it felt as the ball of fire inside her threatened to explode.
Then it exploded. Quinn’s mouth opened but no sound came out as she rode the crest of the wave, bucking her hips desperately, each thrust feeling as though it might tear her in half. Hudson’s t
ongue never stopped, even when she felt Julius put his hands on her hips and push her down, hard, as he released himself inside her.
At last, her orgasm subsided and Hudson sat up, grinning. Quinn slid off of Julius, landing on the soft grass, certain that she’d never been more completely spent in her entire life. Hudson sighed and then flopped onto his back, a few feet away.
Quinn promptly drifted off, her eyes closing almost against her will, one hand still on Julius’s belly. She was too sweaty and tired to move closer to snuggle properly.
In her dream, Quinn was riding on the back of a grizzly bear, her hands gripping the soft fur, the bear running through the forest at full speed.
She woke up with a jerk. For a split second she had no idea where she was, but then the events of the past few hours came rushing back to her. They’d all moved, and Hudson was curled against her back, his massive frame spooning her, Julius snuggling against her from the front. The sky above the clearing was no longer the perfect, pristine blue that it had been earlier — now it was pale and dusky.
“Hey,” she said.
Both the men opened their eyes slowly, yawning and stretching, Hudson scratching his belly lazily.
“It’s getting dark,” she said. “We should go. The library’s probably been closed for hours and my parents are wondering where I am.”
“Let them wonder,” Julius said. “We’ll take you out for dinner.”
“I want to,” said Quinn. “I just don’t want them to find out that I’ve been with you.”
“They can’t do anything if you’re not there,” Hudson said. “Make your escape tonight.”
Quinn tugged on a tuft of grass, still warm from her body. The air was starting to have a slight chill to it, and she shivered.
“Maybe,” she said.
“Think about it over dinner?” Julius asked. He sat up, leaning back on his hands.
Part of Quinn wanted to jump on him again.
You’ve got other things to do besides have sex with shifters, she reminded herself.
Her stomach growled, and both men laughed.
“Okay, fine,” she said, with a smile that she couldn’t help.
Chapter Eleven
Hudson
Hudson and Julius decided to take her to Gino’s, one town away from Granite Valley, and home of Endless Meatballs.
“They’re also really good meatballs,” Hudson explained as he drove the SUV down the mountain. Julius had been slightly grumpy at letting him drive — Julius really, really preferred to drive — but finally relented.
Quinn sunk in her seat a little as they drove through Granite Valley on the way to Big River, but no one seemed to even glance their way.
“Probably having a war council,” Hudson explained. “Going over the plan a couple more times before tomorrow’s big roll out.”
“Shouldn’t we be doing that?” Quinn asked. “And what’s a war council?”
“We’re meeting at 6 a.m. tomorrow, and it’s... a term used for stuff like this,” he said.
You probably shouldn’t have called it that, he told himself. I’m pretty sure regular people call that a ‘meeting.’
“Just a term,” Quinn said, sounding unconvinced. “A term that totally normal people use.”
Hudson sighed and looked in the rear view mirror. Julius was smirking at him.
“You may as well tell her,” he said.
There was an unspoken end to that sentence that only Hudson heard: you may as well tell her, if she’s our mate.
For another moment, Hudson let himself hope that they could keep her.
“I was in a biker gang,” he said. “A war council is the meeting you have before you go take down another gang.”
He could practically feel Quinn’s eyes running up his arm, looking over his tattoos.
“Wow,” she breathed.
Now they were out of Granite Valley, driving through the dark woods on the highway.
“Was it a bad biker gang?” she said. “Like, criminal?”
“Very,” Hudson said.
“Are you still in it?”
Hudson laughed. “No. I got out a couple years ago.” He paused. “Actually, when I met Julius.”
She turned around and looked at Julius in the back seat.
“Were you in a biker gang?”
The question caught Hudson off guard and he nearly doubled over laughing, making the SUV swerve on the road, the thought of Julius in a biker gang the best thing he’d heard all day.
In the rear view mirror, Julius didn’t find it quite as funny, but he was laughing, too.
“No,” he finally answered, still grinning. “I was in college, then law school, then the public defender’s office.”
“Only one of us had the misspent youth,” Hudson said.
He was glad to see the lights of Big River coming up. He wasn’t sure he wanted Quinn to know just how misspent his youth had been.
“What stuff did you do?” she asked, her eyes wide.
Hudson could tell she was far more impressed than afraid. Most people thought Easy Rider before they thought of a bunch of drug-addled, angry men who were doing the only thing they really knew how to do — break the law.
“We ran guns and drugs,” he said. He saw Gino’s up ahead, its neon sign inviting. “Guns from Mexico, drugs from there and from the Inland Empire. Meth, mostly, some other stuff.”
He turned into the parking lot, cut the engine, and turned to look at her.
“I learned how to fire all sort of guns, fix bikes so they ran like new, and in a pinch, I think I could cook meth. So at least I got one usable skill.”
She frowned slightly.
“Fixing bikes,” he said with a smile. “Come on, I’m starving.”
Over endless meatballs, Quinn ended up telling them all about her brother George. How he’d fought with her parents, how they’d totally cut him off. How she’d finally called him earlier that week.
“How can people just cut off their families like that?” Julius said, stabbing at a meatball. “I mean, your own child. Just because they disagree with you.”
Quinn shook her head, swirling pasta around her fork. She was almost full, but the guys had been right. This place was delicious.
“I don’t know,” she said. “They’re very dogmatic.” She paused. “They’ll flip when they find out I’m with you.”
Despite himself, Hudson smiled, then covered it up by eating another meatball. A look of consternation crossed Quinn’s face, like she hadn’t quite meant to say that. After all, they hadn’t talked yet about what this was.
“You know, you can stay with us if you want,” he offered. “If you think your parents or their people might do something to you before tomorrow.”
“We’ve got a guest bedroom,” Julius said.
And a bed that can fit three, thought Hudson. He didn’t say it out loud, though.
Quinn shook her head slowly.
“I know they’re awful,” she said. “But I want to see them one last time before... it happens. Especially because they’re probably going away for a while. Hopefully.”
Both men just nodded.
Chapter Twelve
Quinn
As they drove into the motel parking lot, Hudson killed the lights on the SUV. Quinn appreciated his attempts to keep their entry on the down low, but she was still nervous about it.
What if someone saw her with the two shifters? Especially these two shifters?
“Pull around back,” she said, slinking down in her seat as Hudson steered around the building.
All the lights in the front rooms were out — the rooms where her parents were staying.
Please let them already be asleep, Quinn thought. She desperately wanted to avoid a confrontation with them over where she’d been, and despite herself, she hoped that they’d been too wrapped up in planning Julius’s assassination to wonder where she was.
Then she instantly felt guilty.
Hudson pulled into a
parking space in the middle of the parking lot, facing the row of rooms, and killed the engine.
“Okay,” said Quinn, taking a deep breath and digging her room key from her pocket. “See you guys tomorrow, I guess.”
The thought made her nauseous. The next time she saw them, she’d be waving a hateful sign and desperately trying to figure out who the shooter was.
Hudson opened his door and got out of the SUV, followed by Julius. Outside the car, they both wrapped Quinn in bear hugs.
Literally, she thought, half-smiling.
“I’ll be fine,” Julius said, her head buried in her chest.
“Shouldn’t I be comforting you?” she asked, her voice small.
“I’ve got Hudson for that.”
“You’ll be fine,” Hudson rumbled.
Then there was a gunshot, so loud it felt like her head was splitting open.
Quinn whipped her head around for a split second and she looked toward the sound, for the shooter. Her body froze, and she felt like her brain had frozen, too.
What’s happening? was the only thing she could think.
Then Hudson and Julius both tackled her at once, pushing her behind the SUV as another bullet whizzed past, but not before she got a look at the man with the gun.
It was Vince.
The quiet guy, who was balding but had a ponytail and had a tattoo on his arm of the United States, the three shifter states blacked out.
“Stay down,” Julius growled. “Hudson, you got a gun?”
“I know him,” Quinn whispered.
I should have guessed, she thought, the shock running through her system. He’s always weirded me out.
“Of course I don’t have a gun,” Hudson hissed. “I have a pocketknife, because I’m not a criminal anymore.”
“Fuck.”
Quinn could hear Vince walking along the motel wall, closing the angle between himself and the SUV. She could feel the adrenaline spiking through her veins, her hands starting to shake.
We have nowhere to run, she thought. What are we going to do, circle the car until he gets bored?