Jaguars, the males at any rate, tended to spread their love, only rarely settling down, or so he’d been taught. His own father sired cubs on almost a half dozen females and never chose to mark any of them. Truthfully, Javier expected to follow the same path, already his conquests were numerous, although, unlike his father, he’d chosen to use protection to prevent conceptions. However, in the space of one night, instead of deciding which flavor he’d try next, he found himself irresistibly drawn to one curvy female with long, brown hair whose face he couldn’t even guess at given the bruising and swelling, yet glimpses at pictures on her walls showed a striking woman. One fated to be mine.
But if he caved to his needs, he’d not only bury his prick in one sheath for the rest of his life, he’d also have to share her.
In the past, Javier had graciously shared his feminine conquests with his best friend, Ethan. A good guy at heart, his big friend’s somewhat untamed appearance and shy demeanor made it hard for him to pick up women. Javier lost count of the threesomes they’d indulged in—where their hands and cocks stayed firmly pointed in the woman’s direction only. It seemed fate enjoyed a quirky sense of humor, setting them up to both fall for the same girl, a girl who wanted neither.
However, my biggest fear is what if she does end up falling for me? Say I mark her and I end up straying? Apart from the damage Ethan would do to him if he hurt this woman, the thought of doing something so dishonorable made Javier ill. It was one thing to indulge in one-night stands where he and his partner went in with their eyes open, and no expectation of a tomorrow. It was a whole other thing to betray a woman he’d marked as his forever more.
Yet, even fear couldn’t keep him from entering the room where Ethan deposited Naomi’s unconscious form on the bed. He still felt kind of guilty about the whole drugging thing, but his orders had come straight from the mama wolf herself along with the tiny pill bottle. It would take a much braver cat to deny that matriarch anything. At least now, Naomi rested quietly, a state sure to change by morning.
Eying her, still fully dressed down to her shoes, Javier frowned. “We need to undress her,” he stated.
“Like fuck. We are not going to take advantage of her while she sleeps.”
Javier rolled his eyes as he scrounged through her drawers looking for sleepwear. He didn’t find any silky negligées—something I will have to rectify—so he settled for a worn t-shirt and cotton shorts. Turing with the garments to face his friend, he found himself subjected to a fierce scowl. “Give me a little credit. I just meant to make her more comfortable, or do you really think she’s going to enjoy waking up in jeans, a bra and shoes?”
Ethan’s gaze dropped to her shape which he hadn’t even tucked under the blankets. “Okay, you might have a point,” he grudgingly admitted. “But no touching or I’ll make you eat my fist.”
A snort was Javier’s reply. With two pairs of hands, they made quick work of divesting her of clothing, stripping her down to her white cotton panties. A whistle emerged from his lips and despite the situation, his cock swelled.
“This is wrong,” Ethan muttered in a thick voice as he stared at her rounded shape.
Javier could only silently agree as he too stared at Naomi’s almost nude form. Her breasts were a heavy handful with large pink nipples that puckered as he watched. Her skin, smooth and creamy beckoned, as did her indented waist, flaring hips, and softly rounded tummy.
Shaking himself free of the stupor that gripped him as he stared dumbly at her body—she’s a woman like any other, nothing special—he deftly dressed her, and with Ethan’s aid, tucked her under the covers. He fought the insane urge to crawl in after her.
“Ready to go?” Javier asked a tad too brightly, eager to leave so he could get home and take care of the problem in his pants.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ethan rumbled. “She’s helpless right now. If something were to happen, say, like, a fire or home invasion, she’d get hurt. I’m going to stick around.”
The bear raised a valid point and gave them a plausible reason for them to not leave Naomi. Javier refused to examine the fact both of them didn’t need to stay and play bodyguard. No way was he leaving Ethan alone with her. “I guess we’re sleeping over then. In that case, I’m showering first,” he announced, his rigid cock leading the way as he headed for the bathroom he found off the master bedroom.
“Jerk,” Ethan muttered, his own need to fist himself probably even greater given he didn’t indulge in sex as often.
Javier, though, showed him no sympathy, not when arousal gripped him so tight. Considering he hadn’t yet bound himself to Naomi, he could have probably left and found a pair of accommodating thighs, but even thinking it made him feel dirty. Ashamed.
Better to take care of himself with his hand than question his sudden morals.
Of course, his evolving morals didn’t mean he didn’t jerk off to the image of the delectable Naomi, her face bruise free like the portrait he’d seen downstairs, and even better, on her knees eagerly begging for his cock.
Slowly, his hand slid back and forth across the smooth skin of his dick, the edge of his fist butting up against his pronounced head. He squeezed his hard length as he pumped, the water and soap making him slick and easy to stroke. Lifting one leg to prop it on the side of the tub, he allowed his other hand to cup his balls. Kneading them between his fingers, he stroked himself faster, the vivid image of Naomi bent over, her rounded ass presented to him, making him pant. He brushed his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading imaginary moisture over the tip before grabbing himself in a double grip and thrusting his hips back and forth into the tight tunnel his fingers formed. So easily could he imagine thrusting into her sweet pussy, his balls slapping against her, the curve of her buttocks butting into his groin. And when she came, would she scream or moan as her pussy convulsed around him? His cock liked either option and tightened as he reached the point of orgasm, the thought of her quivering release sending him over the edge.
I am in so much fucking trouble, he thought as he jetted his cream. Leaning his head against the tile of the shower, he let the intentionally frigid water cascade over his body.
Oh, Naomi, how am I going to keep my hands off you while Ethan and I teach you to want us too? At the thought of touching her, seeing her accepting him, naked with open arms, his shaft immediately hardened as if not sated at all.
Chapter Five
Naomi stretched as she woke with an exaggerated yawn in her own bed. How the hell did I get here? Recollection of the dirty trick the two men played on her the previous night made her sit up abruptly. The sheet fell away and she noticed her clothing of the previous eve gone, replaced with a t-shirt and shorts.
“Those dirty, rotten pigs,” she cursed as she swung her legs out of bed and sat on the edge.
“You called?” A head topped with tousled hair poked out from around the door frame of the bathroom. Number sixty-nine’s dark eyes twinkled and his lips curled in a sensual smile. Despite her irritation, her body flooded with warmth.
“You!” She pointed at him and shot him a dark glare.
He grinned wider. “What about me, darling?”
“I’m going to kick your balls so hard you’re going to choke on them. How dare you drug me and then do despicable things to my body while I was unconscious?”
Stepping forward from the bathroom, he raised his arms in surrender and her eyes couldn’t help drinking in the sight of him. No one should look that delicious, especially in the morning, was her disgruntled thought. Shirtless, Javier’s tight and toned muscles beckoned. Encased in smooth, tanned skin, his muscular torso tapered down to lean hips where his jeans hung, partially unbuttoned and displayed a bulge that grew as she watched.
Unbidden heat flooded her cleft and her nipples shriveled so tight she could have drilled holes with them. She forced herself to swallow and look away before she did something stupid—say, like, licking her way down from his flat nipples to the dark vee of hair that di
sappeared into his pants.
“It would take a braver man than me to disobey your mother’s orders. Besides, you needed the sleep,” he added in a placating tone. Scowling, Naomi mentally planned a loud diatribe for her mother. “Let me ask you, how does your head feel now?”
His question derailed her for a second, and she paused to realize she actually felt pretty damned good—but now I’m horny and it’s all his friggin’ fault. She dove off the bed and stalked toward him, five foot four feet of annoyed woman craving coffee, a Danish, and him—naked inside her body. The first two she’d handle shortly, the third, she’d make him pay for. He stood his ground as she approached, the idiot.
“What did you do to me while I was out?” she growled as she patted her neck looking for a mating mark.
“Nothing. Contrary to your belief, snoring women with black and blue faces just don’t do it for me.”
His jibe hurt, but not as much as her foot when it connected with his undefended man parts. He ended up bent over, wheezing while Naomi smirked in satisfaction.
“That’s for knocking me out. But, if I find out you did anything to me other than dress me, like cop a feel or take nudie pictures, I’m going hurt you a lot worse.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re hot when you’re mad?” said the man with an obvious death wish.
Only his speed saved him from her swinging fist as she screeched at him. “Go away. Can’t you tell I’m not interested?”
“Liar.” He threw that comment at her from the other side of her bed. “I can smell your arousal, sweetheart. And might I say, I can’t wait to taste it.”
The gush of wetness between her thighs made her groan in frustration as she fled to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Chest heaving, she took a moment to compose herself. It didn’t work so well, not when she couldn’t get the image of his naked upper body out of her mind.
Needing a reality check, she braced her hands on the sink and peered at herself in the mirror. Most of the bruising on her visage had faded from dark purple to green and yellow. She still didn’t look pretty, but at least her nose had returned to its normal size.
Yet, despite the way I look, I have two men clamoring to mate with me. Or should she revise that to only one? She hadn’t seen or heard Ethan this morning. Perhaps, he’d wisely given up and left. Wishful thinking on her part probably because somehow she doubted she’d gotten so lucky. She got the impression number forty-four’s giant body possessed even more stubborn genes than tanned sixty-nine.
Ignoring the fact a gorgeous man—that her inner bitch wanted to jump and gnaw on—roamed her bedroom, she stripped and jumped into the shower. As she washed her body, her hands lingered on her breasts and the apex of her thighs. She couldn’t seem to stop, her body aroused and clamoring for any kind of touch, even her unsatisfying own.
It occurred to her that perhaps her out of proportion reaction might have come about because she’d not taken care of her needs in a while.
Maybe if I come, they won’t affect me so much.
With that plan in mind, she cupped her breast, squeezing it, but she needed more stimulation than that—a hot mouth sucking my nipple would feel so nice right about now. She moaned as a mental image of Javier’s dark head, bent as he tugged at her bud, made it shrivel and protrude. She rolled her hard nipple between her fingers while her other hand slid down her body to find her cleft. She leaned against the tile wall as she found her clit and stroked it.
Back and forth, she caressed herself, her hips gyrating as her wanton mind pictured Javier at her breast and Ethan on his knees, pleasuring her sex. Totally forbidden, so not what she wanted, but the erotic fantasy excited her like nothing she’d ever imagined and she rubbed herself with quick, slick strokes.
Would they take me one at a time, or would one thrust into my sex while the other fucked my mouth? No matter the answer, her cleft quivered at the thought of them penetrating her, filling her with their cocks and pounding until she orgasmed around their hard lengths. Stimulated in both mind and body, her climax approached and she let out a whimper as she increased the speed of her movements.
“You know, if you want some help in there, I’d be more than happy to oblige?” Javier’s drawled words just outside the shower acted like a cold bucket of water. With a startled cry, Naomi snatched her hands from her pussy and breast as if scalded.
“Get out!” she screeched.
“Is that any way to treat one of your future mates?” he sighed. “And after I went through the trouble of warming a big, fluffy towel for you in the dryer?”
Incredulity made her peer around the plastic curtain. “You did what?”
A grin covered his face as he shook the towel at her. “Come on out while it’s hot. I promise I won’t look.” He squeezed his eyes shut in exaggerated fashion and Naomi really thought about staying in the shower until he got the hint and left, but, of course, the water—in cahoots with the men apparently—turned cold. Standing there shivering, she reminded herself shifters didn’t have the same hang ups about nudity as humans did—most of the time.
She dashed into the warm towel—oh my god, that feels heavenly—which he wrapped around her before sweeping her off her feet to carry her back to her room.
“What is it with you and your friend carrying me?”
“Exercise,” he replied with a deadpan expression.
She snorted. “You are so full of shit and annoying. Did I forget to mention annoying?”
“But cute,” he added, his lips tilting into a smile that made her stomach do hand stands.
He dropped her on the bed where she bounced with a squeal as she thrashed to hold onto her towel. She wasn’t sure she entirely succeeded judging by the smoldering look in his eyes when she finally settled.
Tucking the edge of the towel securely around her body, her wet hair hanging down her back and dripping, she tried to regain her composure. “So where’s the other Neanderthal, or is he the smart one and left?”
“Nope, dumber than a rock still,” Ethan announced walking into her bedroom with a tray. Naomi’s eyes widened as she saw the logo from her favorite coffee house on the Styrofoam cups and at least four Danishes.
“How did you know?” she asked as she dove on the steaming java. She took a burning sip and sighed happily.
“Your mother called to check on you. We actually had a great chat,” Javier announced. He went to grab a lemon pastry and Naomi slapped his hand.
“Mine,” she growled.
“But there are four of them. Surely you can share one?”
She shook her head. “I don’t share, and I warn you, I bite.”
“Promise?” Javier leered, his eyes twinkling.
Heat of a different kind burned her cheeks as she realized how her claim sounded. She ignored him and concentrated on her breakfast.
The mattress sank alarmingly as Ethan sat down beside her. She scooted over lest gravity drag her into the well he made. “Thanks for breakfast,” she muttered through a mouthful of cherry Danish.
“My pleasure,” he rumbled. “You’re looking a lot better today.”
“No thanks to you,” she replied, shooting him a dark look. She almost felt bad at his chagrinned look—but got over it quickly when she reminded herself of the way they were attempting to take over her life. While she devoured her breakfast, begrudgingly letting the last Danish go because to eat it would have probably caused her to explode, Javier left. He returned with his upper body clothed. A shame.
“So what else did my mother tell you?” she asked, leaning back to suck on her coffee.
“That you were a colicky baby, hate the color pink, love your car, and that you’re more stubborn than a mule,” Ethan supplied.
“She would,” Naomi grumbled darkly. “Did she also tell you I don’t want to hook up with a shifter for the rest of my life? I want peace and quiet, not constant chaos.”
“Yes, she mentioned something about a harebrained scheme involving marrying a human.
Personally, I think you have way too much passion for a human male. Hell, from what I’ve seen, I’m not sure two shifters will be enough.” Javier waggled his brows and leered comically.
Ignoring how cute this rendered him, she concentrated on his annoying—totally untrue—observation and used it to jump start her anger. She sprang up on her bed, only belatedly remembering she wore a towel, which plummeted leaving her naked. Ire, though, made her stand tall and wave her coffee at him. “I am a delicate, misunderstood flower, goddammit,” she yelled. “Why does no one see that?”
Javier’s eyes glazed over as he stared at her. “Delicate,” he murmured. “Yes, certain parts of you certainly are.”
A hand tickled up the back of her bare thigh, close to her core, which pulsed with heat and moisture. “Nice view,” Ethan added.
Naomi, coming to her senses, realized the spectacle she presented and hopped off the bed with a bellowed. “Out. I need to get dressed.” And a way to get myself off before I embarrass myself completely.
They complied, but not before Javier said, “We’ll be just outside in case you want any help finishing what you started in the shower.” Her inarticulate yell went well with the cordless phone she threw at him. They slid out into the hall and swung the door shut before it could hit them, and her poor phone hit the portal with an ominous crack. Great, now I need a new phone.
Panting, and not only out of irritation, she still managed to catch due to her damned wolf hearing Ethan’s whispered, “What happened in the shower?”
Banging her head on the wall a few times, wincing as it brought back some of her pain, she wondered what she’d done to deserve this. Her inner wolf just howled in frustration and asked why she was so determined to act stubborn.
I don’t want to mate with those two, chest-thumping shifters. I don’t want to screw, at the same time, those two yummy shifters. I don’t want to lick every inch of those two deliciously sculpted shifters. I don’t…
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