by Jory Strong
He rubbed over it and she bucked. Did it again and she opened her thighs.
She was wet. So, so wet. Just like he knew she'd be.
He fucked her mouth with his tongue. He fucked her pussy with his fingers.
Her soft whimpers always filled him with intense satisfaction. She could never be completely quiet.
If he lifted his lips from hers she'd say his name. She'd ask him prettily to make love to her. Or she'd beg him to fuck her if that's what he wanted. She was a natural submissive and he was naturally dominant, not that either one of them wanted it to morph into a lifestyle.
He pulled his fingers from her, rubbed then over her clit and swallowed her sob. He could feel Tekoa watching, getting off on the sight of them making love.
It turned him on, same as watching Tekoa fuck Jess would have him jacking off and panting and coming all over himself when they came. It almost blew his mind how fast this had happened.
How he'd gone from the stupidest move of all time, telling Jess he was bi in the car, to lying in another man's bed, while that man watched him with Jess, all three of them knowing that tomorrow they'd take the next step. He deepened the kiss, plunged his fingers in and out of her sweet pussy.
Tekoa shuddered as pleasure whipped through him. His hand moved in time to Clay's, the glide of soft foreskin along the length of his cock exquisite and at the same time unbearable.
Each stroke was like the beat of wings and matching Clay's movements kept him both in his physical body and hovering above it in a spirit-place where he was neither fully man nor completely Thunderbird.
Lightning burned in his veins and flickered through his cock. Clouds of lust massed in his chest and crashed together in violent, rapid peals of thunder that served as his heartbeat.
Tomorrow he would mate with her. Tomorrow it would be him eating at her lips as his cock filled her and his hips jerked in a timeless dance of procreation. Tomorrow he would be the one to swallow her sounds of pleasure, to hear his name whispered in her sultry voice.
His exhale was very nearly a pant. He arched and struggled to avoid coming as his spirit-eyes watched Clay's mouth leave Jessica's and kiss downward.
Her breasts were perfect, as beautiful as the rest of her. Clay's lips captured one pink nipple and Tekoa moaned, wanting to capture the other. Tomorrow they'd both pleasure her. In perfect sync with one another, they'd suck at her breasts then move to her pussy. Their lips and tongues would touch, sharing the taste and texture, and finding pleasure in each other at the same time they loved Jessica.
His balls pulled tight. White-hot shards of sensation spiked through his cock in warning.
Sweat coated his body and if Jessica and Clay weren't already lost to passion they'd hear his breathing. They'd hear the creaking of the sofa and know he was jerking off.
Clay kissed over her smooth belly. He reached her pussy, his hands on her thighs, holding her splayed so it was easy to see her swollen lower lips.
They were bare beneath a tiny triangle of golden pubic hair, flushed, glistening with arousal, so tempting that Tekoa didn't know how Clay withstood the urge to press his mouth against her sweet, wet flesh and consume her.
Jessica's whispered please had Clay lowering his face. Tomorrow, Tekoa promised himself. Tomorrow he'd know her taste, he'd fill her channel with his cock. Tomorrow she'd become his mate.
Pleasure engulfed Jessica. She should be ashamed, embarrassed, reluctant, but as Clay's tongue swirled over her clit, all she felt was a hot blaze in her pussy.
Her hands fisted in his hair. Her hips bucked, driving her clit deeper into his mouth, trying to entice him to suck.
She needed to stay quiet. She fought to stay quiet. But at the same time, Tekoa's presence made her more aroused.
Clay's tongue stroked and rubbed aggressively. He growled against her flesh and finally, finally sucked.
A cry escaped. Then another.
She panted. Whimpered.
She tried to get it under control but he wouldn't let her. He never did. He wouldn't stop until she came. Fair's fair, babe, he'd told her more than once. You know how much I like it when you suck my cock.
She did. When he wasn't away on a trip she'd take him into her mouth almost every day, sometimes twice or three times a day. It was an incredible high knowing she could give him so much pleasure. It made her feel powerful and feminine, adored and completely loved. And Clay always gave as good as he got.
Her hips jerked as his tongue flicked back and forth over the bare head of her clit. It was like a small penis, something she'd thought before but never dwelled on. It hadn't seemed important then. But now…
Erotic pictures played out against the back of her eyelids. Of Clay and Tekoa touching each other's cocks. Of Tekoa standing behind Clay and holding Clay's cock in his hand while she sucked and licked until Clay was completely helpless between them, of Clay doing the same as she pleasured Tekoa.
"No," she whispered, not ready to take that next step, but her channel clenched viciously and her hips lifted off the mattress screaming yes, yes, yes.
Clay became savage, as if he sensed what she'd been thinking and wanted to sear the erotic images into her mind. She fought against orgasm but she'd long ago relinquished control of her body to him. It wouldn't be denied. He wouldn't be denied.
Heat rampaged, gathered in her pussy and burst so there was no silencing a cry of release.
Clay crawled up her body. Took her hands in his, weaving their fingers together.
His lips were wet from pleasuring her. His expression flicked between dominant, tender, dominant.
Pressing the backs of her hands to the mattress, he said, "Christ, Jess. I love you so much it hurts."
He shoved his cock into her with a quick, hard thrust and that's all it took to make her desperate, needy, ready for him all over again. She locked her legs around his waist. "I love you too. It'd kill me to lose you."
"I'm here. You know I'd never willingly leave."
Clay covered her mouth with his. He couldn't hold back now. Lust and need clawed at him, drove his cock in and out of her tight channel in an unrelenting pistoning of hips.
The bed shook under the force of it. She whimpered and tightened her legs around him as though she was afraid he'd leave her pussy. Not a chance.
He wasn't going to stop fucking her until he passed out and even then he'd pin her lower body to the bed with his dick and stay inside her. Jesus she did it for him. She'd always done it for him.
"Come for me, Jess," he said, pressing his mouth to her ear and ensuring her obedience with the thrust of his tongue.
She clenched on him and fire raced up his spine. He panted and groaned and managed to hold out until Jessica cried out beneath him and freed him of restraint.
He pistoned harder, faster and she trembled and clung. Fuck he loved her.
He came with a shout. There was no holding it in.
Wave after wave of fiery ecstasy pulsed through his shaft. He thought he heard an echoing shout from Tekoa, but he couldn't turn his head away from Jess to look. He couldn't do anything other than wallow in pleasure.
They were safe. They were together. They were so close to having it all. And that made his cock greedy.
It filled and he took her again. And again. And again. Whispered words of love and need throughout the night, told her repeatedly that he would never willingly leave her. And when a final orgasm pushed her into an exhausted sleep, he snagged the sheet and jerked it up and over them, for her sake.
Jess would have enough to face in the morning. She was comfortable with her body, at least around him. But she'd feel awkward, embarrassed if she woke up naked and exposed with Tekoa in the room.
Clay rubbed his cheek against her silky hair. One of the things he loved about Jess was her innate honesty, not just with other people but with herself. She wouldn't claim he'd seduced or caught her in a weak moment. She wouldn't scream or rage or blame him for taking her with Tekoa in the room. She wouldn't
pretend it hadn't happened or that it didn't change anything.
She was strong enough that if she hadn't wanted and accepted what was going to happen, she wouldn't have gotten into bed. She'd have curled up on a chair or crashed on the floor in front of the fireplace.
Yeah, she'd probably be a little shy around Tekoa in the morning. But that was going to be Tekoa's problem and he was one hundred percent certain Tekoa could handle the situation.
He'd still leave, give Tekoa some operating room. And besides, Jess deserved to have all of Tekoa's attention. But damn, he wished he could stick around and watch as she and Tekoa made love.
And it would be love. No surprise there given how fast he'd fallen after walking into the bookstore and spotting Jess.
He'd caught the looks Tekoa sent her way. Read the truth there, that the sheriff wanted a hell of a lot more than casual sex.
Clay grinned. He'd never imagined being shackled to a law-and-order type. But he'd never failed to recognize and grasp the brass ring.
Things were going to change permanently for all of them. There'd be no going back for any of them.
It didn't mean they were home free. He and Tekoa would have to be careful not to do anything Jess wasn't ready for. They'd have to make sure she never, ever thought they were fucking her so they could do each other. They might have to wait for Jess to say or do something to let them know she wanted to watch them together sexually.
Clay pressed a kiss to her forehead and curled around her, smiling. If the situation didn't evolve naturally to the place where he and Tekoa were finally fucking, she'd ask why not. She wasn't afraid of the hard questions and he wasn't afraid to tell her the truth.
Hell, now that the brass ring was almost in their hands, he and Tekoa could put off kissing if that's what it took for her to feel completely secure. She was worth suffering for because life without her would be bleak.
"I love you, babe," he said, aware of Tekoa up and moving around but too drowsy and comfortable to roll away from Jess.
Tekoa padded silently to the bathroom then slipped into the shower. Was it the drink he'd passed on to Clay and Jessica that had given them the stamina for a long night of lovemaking? Or maybe this was normal for them?
They were going to kill him with pleasure if the latter was true. Jerking off in the same room with his two mates was better than the intercourse he'd had to date. Not that he wanted to make a habit of substituting his hand for the real thing.
He turned on the shower and hot water struck his chest and stomach and cock. Lathering his hands, he made a purely functional pass over his balls and along his shaft.
His mates.
The wry smile returned. When Clay was unknown and unconscious it'd been easy to think of him in those terms. But now the word partner was a better fit.
Clay's personality was too big, his attitude too dominant to be anything other than an equal. Not that Jessica was less, she was everything. She was the one who would hold them all together.
This reality was so different than the one he'd anticipated when Jess passed between the totem poles and drew his Thunderbird spirit home.
He closed his eyes and tilted his face upward. Rubbed a hand against his heart, massaging away a sudden tightness. They had a life elsewhere. They weren't free spirits looking for a place to relocate.
If he couldn't convince them to stay, to make their home here…
The thought of leaving brought a knife-strike of pain.
He pressed his fingertips to his heart, fought pain with pain, fear with the belief that it would work out, that they wouldn't have been chosen as his mates otherwise.
He rinsed, left the shower and towel-dried, then silently moved to the bed. Clay's chest was pressed to Jessica's back. His arm was draped possessively over her side.
In the firelight their faces were chiseled perfection. Clay's strong, as fiercely masculine in sleep as he was awake, while Jessica's was exquisitely feminine, vulnerable.
They were both beautiful. Breathtaking.
He lightly stroked Jessica's cheek and her smile swelled his heart. He cupped Clay's upper arm and the hard strength beneath his palm sent a shot of pleasure straight to his dick.
Jessica first. Then later, when they were sure she accepted it fully, he and Clay would become lovers.
* * * * *
Jessica woke with Clay's warm chest plastered against her back and his hard cock cushioned by her buttocks. Above them rain pounded against the roof in a steady beat but it didn't outpace the sudden racing of her heart.
Heat rushed into her face. And that heat was followed by a hotter rush of it to her pussy.
They'd had sex with Tekoa listening, probably watching.
She pressed her thighs together but that made her more aware of swollen lower lips and slick arousal. She'd known what would happen when she got into bed. And she didn't regret it. She just had to face it.
Thunder rolled above them. She turned toward Clay and opened her eyes.
Tekoa was standing in the space that served as his office, engrossed in something either on his computer or on his desk. He was in jeans and a navy blue flannel shirt with black stripes, his feet bare, dark against the pale blue of a small area rug.
His hair was braided and it was too easy to imagine undoing the braid and combing her fingers through long strands of black hair. To imagine that hair draped over her thighs as he put his mouth on her pussy.
Even in profile he called to her with his innate strength. He was a man who could be trusted, counted on. He was a man whose protective nature and sense of duty had led him to become a sheriff.
Liquid heat swirled in her stomach then dipped between thighs so she grew more flushed and needy. She had a choice to make today.
No, she'd already made that choice. She'd made it last night when she'd gotten in bed knowing they'd make love with Tekoa in the room.
She needed to find out if she could handle sharing Clay. Everything had changed and nothing had changed.
Despite how attracted she was to Tekoa, despite how much she liked him and how natural it felt to be with him, Clay was enough for her, but she wasn't enough for Clay.
She rubbed her thumb over the smooth band of the engagement ring. She still wanted the promise of a happy-ever-after, but he couldn't guarantee it. No one could.
Clay woke. Blue eyes met hers and asked, Regrets?
She touched her mouth to his. No regrets.
He grasped her hair, parted her lips with the thrust of his tongue and fed warmth into her with each stroke and twine, with the rub and press of his cock to her mound. And that first kiss turned into a second, a third, finally ended with a long, thorough kiss and a "Morning, babe."
He got out of bed, leaving the covers in place. Tekoa turned toward them, his gaze flicking over Clay's nakedness as if it was an everyday sight.
Heat blasted into her sex. Clay stretched and rubbed his chest, his morning erection bobbing, brushing across hard abs so she fought the urge to put her mouth on it and slide her hand between her legs.
Tekoa's mouth quirked upward and she bit her bottom lip, not sure whether she was stifling a moan or a laugh. If he expected mercy when it came to Clay, he was in for a hard lesson. Her eyes dipped to the front of his jeans, a very hard lesson.
She clamped her legs more tightly together. Turned on by having Tekoa look at Clay and want him.
"Coffee's ready," Tekoa said, "I've got cereal and fresh fruit if you like your breakfast light. Most days I have eggs and sausage, either with toast or on biscuits. What's your preference?"
Clay rolled his shoulders. "That one's a no brainer. Real food. Cereal and fruit don't cut it for me."
"A man after my own heart. I'll start cooking."
Clay glanced at the floor. She followed that glance and her pulse triple-timed beneath her jaw. Yesterday's clothes were nowhere in sight.
Her gaze jumped to the nightstand. The bra was also gone.
"Sorry," Tekoa said, "living in su
ch a small place has made me a neat freak. Either that or it comes with being a law-and-order type. I put some clothes for you and Jessica in the bathroom. I figured you'd both want to hit the shower first."
Given how many times you made love last night. He didn't say it, but he didn't need to. It was there in his voice, in the way his eyelids lowered and his gaze returned to Clay's cock.
Her face flamed again while Clay's held masculine satisfaction. "Yeah, you got that right."
He headed for the bathroom, so comfortable and casual with his lack of clothing that it wasn't a come-on, even if Tekoa didn't look away until Clay had disappeared into the bathroom.
She closed her eyes and listened to Tekoa cooking and the rain and wind outside. She couldn't hide in bed all day. She didn't want to, though being able to meet Tekoa's gaze without blushing would be a victory.
In the dark it had been easy to lose herself in the passion once the decision was made. In the light she wasn't sorry any of it had happened but she wasn't ready to parade around the cabin naked.
She'd never been as quick to adapt or grab for the brass ring as Clay. But that didn't mean she was a coward. Could she really share him with another man?
Yes.
Did she want to?
Yes.
And then what?
* * * * *
Chapter 5
The shower stopped and Jessica opened her eyes. A few minutes later Clay stepped out of the bathroom wearing dark gray sweats and a navy T-shirt with a white logo of a soccer ball with a sheriff's five-pointed star in its center.
He finished toweling his hair dry as he walked toward her. Reaching the bed he said, "Here you go," and stretched the towel between his hands so she could slide from beneath the sheets and into the protection it afforded.
Her heart swelled and a lump formed in her throat. She loved him so much.
She got out of bed and took possession of the towel. He nuzzled her cheek. "After breakfast I'm going to see if Tekoa will lend me his car. I want to get our stuff."
"I'll go with you. I need my purse."