by Cara Adams
She was such a strong and courageous person. Nothing had dismayed her. She’d circumvented the obstacles and continued on her way, living her own life. He wondered if Malcolm had expected her to scream hysterically at the rats. She’d barely even blinked and not only that, she was still paying for their accommodation. Many people would have asked the vet to euthanize them, not care for them.
Berian realized he wanted her. Not just tonight but ongoing. She was the perfect woman for him. One who engaged his mind and his respect as well as his dick. For all she called herself fat, she wasn’t ugly. She had big bones and they were covered with flesh, but that was all. She had unlimited energy and stamina and when she smiled she was stunning. A damn smart woman who aroused him with everything she said and did. His woman. His mate.
But it might be just a tiny bit soon to mention that to her as yet. That was all right, as long as she let them fuck her again tonight.
At the farm, he and Hal left her at the kitchen table while they washed up and prepared the meal. Over dinner, they talked and argued about everything from celebrities and movies to politics. Keeping up with her gave his brain a real workout.
It was cooler this evening, so Hal had lit a fire in the big open fireplace. Berian made a mental note to buy some hot dogs and apples to roast over it tomorrow, and then went into the spare bedroom and pulled a heavy blanket off the bed. He laid it on the rug in front of the fire before calling Hal and Janet over.
The quizzical look on her face told him clearly she knew what was on his mind, but she sat cross-legged on the rug in front of the fire with no demur.
Aha. She wants us to make love to her again. Awesome!
* * * *
Spending the entire day in an office had seemed really weird to Hal. He hadn’t done that since he was at school. And in some ways it had seemed like school as he learned to do the tasks Janet had asked of him. At one stage in the storeroom with the filing cabinets he’d found himself singing the alphabet song in his mind and wondered if he was slowly going crazy.
But it was worth it. He was with Janet and he’d protect her with his own life if it became necessary. Even at the other end of the hallway from her he’d kept looking back to reassure himself she was all right.
“If you think you need me, scream first and we’ll invent an excuse why you did it later,” he’d ordered her and she’d smiled and agreed.
And now he was ready to fuck her again. She was so enticing. He’d seen pretty girls many times. They were the ones all the jocks on the football team had hanging off their arms. He’d even had some dates with pretty girls himself. But Janet was different. She enchanted him with her thoughts and agile brain. Her body was soft in all the right places, yet she had boundless energy as well. And when she looked at him like that, his dick got so hard it ached for her. Basically, she was perfect. Far more than he’d ever hoped or dreamed of. Not that she’d agreed to mate him and Berian yet, of course, but she had to like them at least a bit to put away her endless work and fuck them.
He and Berian sat either side of Janet, resting their bodies against hers, their arms around her providing her with a backrest. It was amazing they way they automatically did things like that together. A week ago they’d never even met, yet already it was like they were pack brothers who’d known each other all their lives.
“I can’t remember the last time I just sat and looked into a fire. It’s soothing watching the flames leap and dance,” she said.
“Your family didn’t have an open fireplace?” asked Berian.
“No. My mother hated the cold so we had every possible entrance that a draft could get in closed off. What about you?”
“When I was a kid on the farm we had bonfires, but the land was sold when I was still quite small. The apartment where I live now is a very simple one-person apartment with no special extras like an open fireplace.”
They sat silently for a while. It was relaxing just being together like this, except that Janet’s rounded body was calling to his dick and he really wanted to touch her. But he stayed unmoving, matching his actions to Berian’s.
“What do you want to have achieved in five years’ time, Janet?” asked Berian.
She turned her head to him, her hazel eyes sparkling, and laughed. “You sound like one of those people at my annual business performance review.”
“Tell us the stories you spin for them as well as the truth,” said Hal. He was fascinated by how she’d answer the question and what the truth really was.
“Oh, I say how my department will have more staff and more funding and the ability to concentrate on some of the really delicate long-term cases as well as the bread-and-butter ones. Intriguing cases that take a lot of time and resources, but bring enormous benefits once they’re cracked open.”
“You like the mental challenges,” said Hal.
“Absolutely, but I like picking up a paycheck and paying my bills as well.”
“And in your personal life?” asked Berian.
Now she hesitated and that told Hal a lot. It meant she hadn’t thought deeply about it, or else she was deciding how much to tell them.
“When Malcolm said he’d sorted out Dad’s finances I was really pleased. I thought he’d finally grown up. That he’d agreed we had our own individual lives and that we could be…not friends exactly, but that we could meet each other without him needing to destroy anything I cared about. So now I’m back to just wanting him to leave me and Dad alone. To go live his own life the way he wants to, without ever thinking about me again.”
Her words cut deep into Hal’s heart. That was tragic. Unbelievably sad. That her brother hated her so much her idea of happiness was for him to take his hate away from her. Not to stop hating her. Just to hate her from a distance. Hal couldn’t imagine ever hating a person like Malcolm hated Janet. Sure when he was younger he’d gotten into fights. He’d punched other boys and had his nose broken once. But that was childish disagreement. It was all on the surface. Not this deep and abiding emotion Malcolm had for his sister. It was very unhealthy. Her attitude was much better. But he was still deeply saddened for her. At that moment he’d have given everything he owned to take her pain away.
“And what do you like in the bedroom? What turns you on the most?” asked Berian licking Janet’s ear.
Hal felt her body shiver and told himself to remember that little trick to use on her himself sometime.
Janet twisted around, facing them both instead of the fire. “I think you managed to work that out just fine without any instructions from me. But I would like to play with your bodies. It seems quite unfair that you get to touch me. It must be my turn to play with you both, I think.”
“I don’t have any problems with that plan,” said Hal, his dick lengthening at the thought of her hands, or even better, her mouth, on it.
“It sounds good to me.” Berian started stripping. He left his clothing where it fell and was undressed before Hal, who stopped to put his things in a pile on one of the chairs.
Hal lay down on the rug, shoving one of the cushions from the chairs under his head and spreading his legs so his full his needy dick had plenty of room to expand even farther if she touched it. Berian lay on his side, his back to the fire, watching Janet. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”
“Not yet,” she replied. But she had taken her shoes off, so that was a start, Hal supposed.
Chapter Five
Janet really wanted to look at their bodies. To get to know their individual characteristics. Hal was dark and Berian fair. Berian was huge but Hal was even bigger. Berian was bossier, more dominant and assertive, but Hal made his needs and his feelings known as well, just in a gentler way. Hal’s voice was deep and sexy, but Berian had a way of lifting the ending of sentences to lighten the things he said.
Now it was time to explore their bodies. Two sets of broad shoulders. Four thickly muscled arms and four sturdy, strong-looking thighs. Two long, thick cocks. But as she’d noticed last night,
Berian’s had a flatter head.
She bent over Hal’s tattoo and traced the swirling pattern with a fingertip. Then she lay beside him and licked along the line, starting at his hip and ending very close to his cock. Nice. His skin was faintly salty, possibly because she’d been working him hard all day. Well they could have some relaxation and fun now.
She pushed at Berian’s shoulder, encouraging him to lie down flat on his back like Hal. Then she sat over his hips and ran her palms over his muscled chest, up to his sturdy neck, and back down across his belly to his cock. He tried to push the cock up into her hands, but she ignored his wiggling and leaned forward to lick his nipples. Instantly they hardened, so she played with them for a while, tugging on them with her teeth, very gently but enough to be sure they were fully extended.
“You’re too far apart. You need to be close together. Side by side. She pulled on Hal’s arm and he obligingly wiggled until he was shoulder to shoulder with Berian.
“That’s better.”
She slid across their legs until she was seated on all four thighs, and then she began stroking their cocks, one in each hand. She ran her fingernails over the tops. She smoothed the few drops of pre-cum in their slits over the cockheads while squeezing the shafts to see if any more drops were released. Only then was she ready to move to the next stage. She bent over Berian and tasted him, savoring his flavor and rolling it around in her mouth as if it was a vintage wine.
Once she was sure she had his essence categorized, she did the same to Hal’s. Aha. It was easy. Both were a little salty, but Hal’s prime flavor was earthy, whereas Berian’s was tart.
Now she took each one into her mouth sucking it deep and rolling her tongue up and down the shaft and around the head. She did it again with her eyes closed, defining all his characteristics. Only when she had him clearly tabulated in her mind did she repeat the action with Hal. Yes, they were quite different. She’d always know which was which. They might blindfold her but they’d never confuse her.
Before she could proceed with the next stage of her plan she was flipped off their legs and pinned flat on her back on the rug by Hal, while Berian began removing her clothing.
“You’re too slow. It’s time to change up the pace,” he said.
Uh-huh. Well she could still give them a run for their money. She let them undress her but started talking, describing their cocks with every detail she could remember. Berian sat back on his heels and stared at her. She was running out of things to say, so without pausing for breath she began to talk about their kisses.
Hal started to laugh. “Oh my god. The look on your face, Berian.”
It was getting harder to think of things to say, so she started at the beginning again, but soon ended up laughing along with them.
“You win. That was priceless,” said Hal.
“I don’t know. We could talk dirty to her, too.”
“You might be able to, but I’d run out of things to say long before Janet did.”
Berian grinned. “Yeah, likely you’re right. But we can still win.” He held his cock to her mouth. “Why don’t you suck me while you fuck Hal?”
Janet smiled back at them. They might think they’d won but sucking them had been her plan all along.
It took them a minute or two to get in position but soon two cushions were pushed under her shoulders, so her head hung back enough to suck Berian properly, and Hal kneeled over her, his cock at her cunt. He drove deep inside her, spreading her entry wide, filling and completing her in the most amazing way. She reached up for Berian’s cock, guiding it into her mouth, holding the shaft so she could suck his cockhead for a while, then sucking his balls one by one. Janet reveled in their slightly rougher texture as she played with the hair there. She sucked his head again, running her tongue all over it and sucking hard to release some more pearls of pre-cum. Next she concentrated on teasing her tongue along the ridge where the head and the stalk joined, enjoying Berian’s shiver as she did so.
Hal was holding her hips high, driving deep and hard inside her, setting a fast pace that demanded her attention. His cock completely filled her, and his hands on her hips guided his strokes to drive her higher and higher with every thrust.
Berian joined in, rubbing a palm over her nipples. Four hands. Having two men meant there were four hands on her skin arousing her all the time.
Janet concentrated on sucking Berian even deeper into her mouth tipping her head right back to take him as far as he’d go. He was a big man so she couldn’t take all of him, but she licked and nibbled along the remainder of his shaft, to raise his pleasure as much as she could.
As it happened, he was fully in her mouth as she came, and her groans seemed to excite him further, sending a flood of cum into her mouth as she thrashed around with her climax. She swallowed as fast as she could, gulping for air as she finished.
“Now what do you think of campfires,” teased Berian, sitting her up against his body.
“There are definitely some positives to them,” she replied.
* * * *
They left at six the next morning, and Berian was damn glad it was Friday. Hal drove, and while Janet worked in the backseat, he jotted ideas in a notepad, for what he and Hal would do today. They really needed to find a safe place to stay closer to town. There were still some things to check out about the rats. They needed food for the weekend. Food Janet would eat as well as the kind of things he and Hal would enjoy. Plus hot dogs, apples, and potatoes to roast in the fire. Maybe even some marshmallows.
He should also probably check on her apartment. Janet hadn’t said anything but she’d want her mail collected and he’d like to reassure himself it was still bug free. They were checking her office first thing every morning for electronic bugs as well. But he didn’t really feel like a bodyguard. More like a lover who just wanted to keep his woman safe. He needed to remind himself he had to have his security guard head on straight though because something might go very wrong very quickly. And likely he ought to touch base with Cadfael again as well, as a matter of courtesy.
All of this had to be done while one of them stayed with Janet. Maybe they could switch out at lunchtime. Do half a day each. There’d been no time to make brown-bag lunches today so someone would need to get them a meal, which would make it easier to change shifts.
Berian sighed and split the jobs into two lists as logically as possible to make travel a bit easier.
And that was how his day went. The morning racing to and fro getting everything on his list done and bringing back their lunch not much after one o’clock. The afternoon was spent tabulating more data into a spreadsheet, playing at being an auditing intern. At least he more or less knew what he was doing now and some of the columns actually made a vague kind of sense to him. But he was as sure as hell glad when, at seven thirty, Janet said, “Okay, that’s enough for today. We’ll pack up now.”
Even when she handed him a massive pile of folders to carry out to the SUV, far more than would fit in her oversized purse, he didn’t complain. He and Hal had plans for the weekend, but she could do some work as well. He wouldn’t do anything to hinder her career, although he would carve them out some together time as well.
* * * *
On Saturday morning Hal woke early, showered, dressed, and hurried to the Alpha’s home to ask permission to show Janet some parts of the farm. With that approval in hand, he rushed back to his own house, hoping he wasn’t keeping Berian and Janet waiting. But apparently Janet was still asleep and Berian had just begun to assemble bacon, eggs, and hash browns for breakfast.
“That looks awesome, but Janet won’t eat it,” he said.
“I know, but you and I will.”
“Hell, yes.”
Hal grabbed the orange juice out of the refrigerator and put it on the table. “She isn’t fat. I’ve had my hands on every inch of her thighs, and belly, and ass, and she’s not bony or concave like a runway model, but she’s not fat either. I don’t know why she’s so str
essed about putting on weight.”
“It’s a girl thing. Women put on weight much more easily than men, yet they’re expected to be much thinner than men. It’s all insane. I like her just the way she is.”
“The Alpha said it was fine to show her the barn where we’re starting to grow saffron, and the hay barn where we used to play as kids. I can’t see her sliding down a haystack, but I’d like to show her both those places since we’re here.”
“Is that where you shot the rats?”
“The rats were everywhere but it’s where I learned to shoot. There were so many of them darting through the hay it was a good place to learn how to aim at a moving target. But really it was just where we kids played a lot especially in winter, but all year around when it was raining. There are ten boys, two or three years either side of my age, and only one girl, Quintana Simon.”
“I know Quintana from the mall. She has two dress shops there. I knew she had a hell of a lot of cousins, but I hadn’t realized she was the only girl.”
Hal felt a real sense of companionship as they ate together, then discussed how they’d spend the next two days of freedom, here on the farm with their woman. With Janet.
* * * *
Janet dressed in the only casual outfit she’d packed in her small carry-on bag when Berian and Hal had forced her to move out of her apartment. Likely she should have asked one of them to collect some more clothing for her yesterday, but she’d been too busy trying to sort through the complicated mess that was the Abbott account to worry about personal things. Anyway one more day’s work on that account should have it sufficiently sorted that she could begin writing her report.
The bed had been empty of men when she’d woken and there were damp towels neatly hung up in the bathroom when she went for her shower, so it was obvious they’d woken well before she had. She wasn’t used to such shattering climaxes and so much energetic sex, but fucking hell, they knew how to arouse her. They were the most amazing lovers she could ever imagine. Actually, they were way better than anything she had ever imagined. Not only that, but they were damn considerate as well. There’d been absolutely no whining about her ignoring them and working instead of paying them attention. They’d uncomplainingly done the cooking and all the chores. Today she’d cook for them. Not breakfast. Likely they’d long ago eaten that. But lunch perhaps.