by Dani April
Her heart began to pound. His hands had worked their way inside her jeans. “We need to get these off you,” he told her.
“Okay.”
He pressed her down into a seated position on the edge of the bed. He knelt down before her on the floor and claimed her mouth for another kiss. She sighed into it and let herself relax and start to enjoy. It was unmistakable what he communicated to her. She was his, and she belonged to him. If possession was nine-tenths of the law, he had the law on his side at that moment.
He undid the snap at the top of her jeans. He started to rush. She smiled at him and held him off for a minute. She bent to get her boots. “We need to get these things off me first,” she told him.
She slid the cowgirl boot down her right leg, and he took over the one on her left. They had both boots and her socks removed from her feet in the next minute. He looked into her eyes through the dark. She gave him another smile. It was okay. She willed him to keep on.
He pushed her back onto her elbows on the bed and took her jeans back in his hands. He ripped the zipper down to its base. His hands went under her, and she raised her hips to make his job easier. He bunched both her jeans and panties in his fingers. They were removed together. It was just as well the panties she had chosen to wear that morning weren’t very sexy. She hadn’t known she would have sex today when she dressed that morning.
She raised her legs in the air, and he took them off. Her bottom half was naked. Her legs half–parted, he stood back and watched her as he fumbled with his own jeans. She felt a flush of embarrassment suffuse her as she caught the look on his face. Unless she was badly mistaken, he liked what he saw down there. Her naughty inner demons got the better of her flushed-face embarrassment, and she spread her legs some more for him.
He still rushed. He didn’t bother with his pants, only the zipper in front. He struggled for a full two minutes to bring his cock out. She watched him and held her legs apart. At last he got a grip on his cock, and it sprang out the front of his jeans. Oh my! Arielle thought. She couldn’t take her eyes from him.
He was on top of her in the next second. Her legs spread wide around his hips. “I need you now,” he told her breathlessly.
“I know,” she whispered back to him.
She held him by his shoulders and lay back on top of the covers of the motel room bed. His right hand was between her thighs and guided his cockhead to her entrance. Her pussy was wet when he got himself inserted into her. It was a good thing, too. He was honest when he told her he needed her. He was in her deep, hard, fast. At first an uncomfortable stretch of her pussy muscles made her grimace. Fortunately her pussy’s lubrication took care of the friction between his cock and her inner walls. He filled her. She felt it all the way into her stomach. She repositioned her legs around his body to try and get comfortable.
As he fucked her body, he tortured her with fleeting kisses along her neck. Then he moved to her chin. He bypassed her lips this time and kissed his way up her face to her forehead. She listened to him grunt and groan as he shoved into her again and again.
“I really needed this from you, Arielle,” he told her, his voice ragged with the strain of his thrusting hips.
“I know you did,” she told him again, and reached up and brushed his hair back off his forehead as he hovered over her on the bed.
“Your pussy feels so good. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Oh, God, that feels good.”
He closed his eyes and grunted as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her pussy had now started to grow used to the invasion. Her vaginal walls had learned to relax and accommodate him. She let him ride her. The heels of her feet tapped his buttocks through his jeans, and she gripped his shoulders in her palms. His hips slammed into her body. Her pussy had never felt so small. She could barely accommodate all of him. The springs of the mattress complained under the heaving weight of their joined bodies.
She enjoyed the look on his face as he rode her. The strain of their fuck accentuated his prominent features. His eyes were closed, and she could take inventory of the folds and lines of his face, the stubble of his whiskers, the determined set of his jaw. He grimaced again as he got closer. She enjoyed the fact that he enjoyed her. He was a good and honest man, and now he gave her a good and honest fuck. There hadn’t been any foreplay, but in a way the whole day had been foreplay. Now there was just the fuck, hard and deep. He prolonged it for them, and she appreciated that.
Last week at this same time she had let Jason fuck her just as long and just as hard. Now it was Kyle’s turn. What had happened to her? Had these shifter brothers turned her into a full-fledged slut? A part of her was shocked at her behavior and looked down at it despairingly. Surely this couldn’t be who she was. But her body called her mind out of its reverie. There would be time for that later, time for self-recrimination and guilt. Now her belly had gotten warm. All too warm. It was delicious. She closed her eyes and held him tighter. She beckoned him with her feet on his butt to do it to her harder. He complied quite nicely, and the warmth in her belly began to spread. Her pussy could take his assault no longer. Her muscles contracted, and there was almost a moment of pain. She let out a cry as it caught her by surprise. For a second she lost control of her body and just had to let it have its way with her as Kyle had his way with her pussy. She tensed up, and her breath hitched in her throat. She needed relief from this so goddamn bad. She shut her eyes tight. Every muscle in her body squirmed and fought. Just go with it, she told herself, just let it happen.
The sweetest orgasm of her entire life washed over her, and it happened just as Kyle ejaculated. His hot seed sprayed inside her, and brought more intensity to the force of her climax.
He gave her another kiss, and she wrapped her arms around him and reached up and returned his kiss with what little strength she had left after their fuck. They both panted and were out of breath. She was gratified to see it had affected him as much as if had affected her. She felt a wicked sort of pride that her little pussy had worn out this big tough cowboy.
“That was fantastic,” he told her when he could catch his breath long enough to form words.
“That was pretty good,” she agreed.
“Pretty good?”
She laughed. “Okay. That was fantastic.” She could still barely speak. She was afraid her heart would hammer out of her chest.
Their bodies remained coiled in each other on top of the bed, and they stayed that way and did not move for another few minutes. They both needed to come back to earth. He still had his cock in her pussy, but by now it felt natural. Her stretched muscles accommodated him with no trouble.
When he crawled off her, she realized he was still fully dressed and she was naked from the waist down and felt wet and sticky. They both sat up on the bed and looked at each other. He gave her a smile as if to say, “We did it.” She laughed and let him pull her in for another hug. She liked it when a man touched her afterward. As much as she loved Jason’s dominance routine, and as much as it got her off, with him when it was over, it was over, her body was left shattered and to rest in his arms. With Kyle there was still more to come.
No longer did she feel embarrassed with Kyle. Kyle, her friend, held her in his arms, and it felt good.
Kyle was her best friend.
Her mind would need some time to process that notion. For one thing she hadn’t known him for very long, and she had never had a man as her best friend, didn’t even know it could be possible. The things men made her feel seemed mutually exclusive with the concept of a best friend.
“Do you want to take a bath?” he asked her.
She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. “You want us to take a bath?”
“They’ve got nice hot tubs in these rooms. We should take advantage of it while we’re here.”
“Yeah? Sounds good.” She started to get up automatically.
He reached out and pulled her back down. “Let me get the bath,” he told her. “Y
ou’ve just had a pretty good workout.”
She realized she was used to Jason. He liked her to do things for him. To be fair about it, she liked to do things for him, too. The dynamics were different with Kyle. She gave him a smile and took his hand.
“Why don’t we get the bath together?” she offered.
“Sounds good.”
She went into the bathroom with Kyle, and they turned on the light. Her body was sore, but felt relaxed. This was a nice afterglow.
Kyle started the water, and she looked in the vanity for the bubble bath. The tub was large and gave an invitation all its own. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Hey, how did you know this place had hot tubs?” she asked him suspiciously. “Have you taken other women to this motel?”
He gave a laugh. “No. You’re the first. In the winter when it snows hard enough, they close the road leading into the valley. I’ve been stuck away from home a few times, and I’ve stayed at this place.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s a nice thought to think that women would want to come to this motel with me. But I’m glad you’re the one woman who finally made it.”
“Yeah. Me, too.” She handed him the bubble bath. “How’s this?”
“We’ll find out.” He poured the liquid soap into the churning water of the tub. It began to foam up nicely. He sat down on the edge of the tub and began to take off his boots.
She looked down and realized she still didn’t have her pants on. Her halter top barely covered her. She readied some towels on the edge of the tub and then pulled her arms one at a time through the straps of her top. When she was out of it, she folded the top neatly and sat it on the counter. The clasp of her bra was behind her back. She watched Kyle take off his clothes and fumbled for the clasp without success. The sight of him as he unwrapped his body in front of her mesmerized her, and she never got the clasp. The bathroom started to fog from the hot water of the bath.
“Here, let me,” he said after he had kicked off his briefs and was naked with her. He got her bra off her with expert fingers and then helped her step over the rim of the tub. He followed her into the water, and the waves shifted with his weight as he sat behind her. She leaned back against his body, and he wrapped his arms around her. The bubbles covered them both up to their necks. His cock, still stiff and hard, poked her back as she settled against him.
He began to wash off her body with his hands and the bubble bath suds. She sighed peacefully against the warmth of the water and the steam. “Mm, this feels so good,” she said, and closed her eyes.
“I’m going to give you back your money.”
“I knew you would,” she told him, her eyes still closed against the heavy warmth.
“I mean I’m going to give it all back to you. I’ll convince Jason to take out a loan to buy the south range.”
The water and his fingers washing her body made her feel lazy, but she opened her eyes and looked back at him. “If you’re going to take out a loan, then why did I even give you the money in the first place? I thought that was the whole idea of me letting you have that money?” She wasn’t angry. She felt too good to be angry. She just stated the obvious.
“It was your entire lives savings, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. Every penny.”
“You tripled your money in one afternoon. That’s pretty good.”
“Yes, and had some nice sex thrown into the bargain. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“I took that money out of a boyish need that I had to prove that I was worthy and could do it.”
“Well, I’m not going to tell Jason we did this today.”
“He expects us to be together.”
“I don’t mean the sex, I mean the money. He would explode if he knew I loaned you that money, and since it’s my money I don’t think it’s any of his business.”
“I love Jason. He’s my brother. I don’t have to prove anything to him. I did this to prove something to myself.”
“Why?” She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. “You’re a shape-shifter and a cowboy. Why would you ever have to prove anything? You’re wonderful, Kyle.”
“I told you it was childish, and don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”
She let out a small gasp as he washed lower down her body. She hoped he didn’t realize what an effect his hands had on her. Involuntarily she spread her legs under the water and soap. He was close to her midsection.
“Is it because of me you did this?” she asked him, and tried to recover the loss of equilibrium he gave her.
“It is,” he admitted honestly. “Your coming into my life has turned everything upside down for me. I’m not the same person anymore.”
She reached around and ran some soap down his legs as she reciprocated the body wash. “Strange that you would say that,” she told him. “Because since I’ve met you all I’m not me anymore either. I don’t recognize who I am now.”
He laughed. “It’s crazy, isn’t it? Something as good as a relationship has so many painful side effects.”
“I know.” She joined him in a laugh. “When I’m with you and when I’m with Jason it feels so right. Then when I think about what we’re doing later, it feels so wrong. That’s when I know I must be losing my mind.”
“Yes, when I’m with you I know everything in my life is as right as it’s ever going to get. But then I’ve been a bachelor my whole life, and when I think of giving that up, I start kicking myself. That’s when I know I’ve already lost my mind.”
They laughed at themselves, and it felt good. This was a shared revelation. She liked the thought that he was vulnerable. At least a little vulnerable. It made her feel closer to him. The bond that had started to form between them grew.
His hands reached her thighs. The soap, the water, and his fingers made her clean everywhere he touched. She pivoted her hips beneath the water and let him clean her. Her heart rate started to quicken again. She did her best to keep the emotion out of her face so he wouldn’t see what he did to her.
“I’ve never shared a woman with Jason before,” he admitted. “As shifters that’s what we’re supposed to do. But we’ve never done it. Of course we’ve never had a mate before either.”
“You knew that Jason and I have been having sex?” This surprised her, though she should have known it was obvious to his brothers. To be in the bath with him, his fingers on her inner thigh about to enter her pussy, and to discuss her relations with Jason should feel wrong. It should feel very wrong. But somehow it didn’t. It felt okay. She thought anything she talked with Kyle about would feel safe. That was the best friend quality. That was the mindblower. She would have a lot to think over later on.
“I know you and Jason have sex. It made what you and I just did more intense, didn’t it?”
“Yes. It did.” Now she gasped out loud as he rubbed soap on her mons, and dipped a finger down to wash between her legs. He stalled and looked at her. A silent question on his face, was this all right?
She nodded for him to continue. “You’ve never shared women with your brothers before?”
“No. Never.”
“I’ve never had a relationship like this before either. It’s blowing my mind. On some level it feels nasty and wrong.”
“But isn’t that why you came out to our ranch? To explore the possibilities?”
“I’m not sure.” She wasn’t sure of anything at the moment. He had toyed her clit out of its folds. A rush of adrenaline went through her. She reached beneath the bubbles and grabbed his hand. She didn’t know if she would pull him away, but instead she held him in place and guided him. With the motion of her wrist she let him know what she liked. He took the cue. She kept her hand on him and tightened her grip. They didn’t speak again for the next two minutes as a powerful orgasm ripped her body. She squirmed and wiggled under the water. It was all she could do not to jump out of the tub, and with her free arm she had to grab a hold of the porcelain edge
to hold herself down.
She let out a scream as her body was momentarily shattered.
Then she laid back limply against his chest and let the waves soothe her. He continued to wash her legs. “Oh, God help me.” She moaned. “This really isn’t me, Kyle.”
“That’s too bad,” he said, as he reached for her toes. “Because I like the woman I brought to this motel to fuck.”
“I don’t know if I can live like this.” She was so tired and relaxed she couldn’t think straight. “I like this. God, what am I saying, I love it. But I’m also afraid of it. It’s too much.”
“Three men, especially us three brothers, are a lot to handle.” He washed between each of her toes.
“Three?” Her mind spun around. “Oh, you mean Luke?”
“Yes. You and him haven’t…”
“No, not yet.” She was stunned to realize that she already thought about sex with Kyle’s young, headstrong brother as a foregone conclusion, and somewhere deep inside she knew it was.
“Luke can be a lot to handle,” he told her, and it was like he was discussing something completely different. Certainly not her prospective lover of the future.
“Like you and Jason aren’t a lot to handle,” she teased him. She resumed her strokes of his thigh under the water. It would be her turn with him as soon as she recovered enough from her climax to turn around in the tub and get to work.
“I only mean that Luke is young and rough and…” He hesitated as if he didn’t know if he wanted to finish.
“And?” she prompted him.
“And dangerous,” he finished.
This made her pick herself up off his chest and turn around in the water to face him. “Dangerous? How?”
Kyle shook his head. “I don’t know how to describe it, and like I said I’ve never shared a woman with my brothers before. Let’s just say he’s had a lot of women. He’s got the good looks in our family. He’s a chick magnet. He knows how to enjoy a woman, but I don’t think he knows how to love a woman. He has a bad temper. You already saw that the first time you met us. He’s more of a beast than a man. He spends more time than the rest of us in his wolf form.” He paused for a moment. “I don’t know, maybe knowing you will tame his beast,” he said.