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by Becca Jameson

  Yeah, this isn’t going to be like “always.”

  When both Nathan and Josh were situated the way she’d instructed, grins on their faces to indicate their cocky attitude toward her demands, she slithered between them just far enough to bring her face to their torsos.

  “So, here’s how we’re gonna do this. I get to do whatever I want, and you two get to stay still unless I tell you otherwise.” She batted her eyes at them.

  “Uh.” Josh’s mouth opened.

  Nathan shook his head. “I’m not sure I like this plan.”

  “Tough.” She sat between them and grasped each cock in her palms. “It’s definitely my turn. You two have played me until I lost brain cells. Time to turn the tables.”

  Josh narrowed his gaze at her, but then his eyes fluttered shut when she gripped his cock and let her hand slide from the base to the tip.

  Nathan moaned as her other hand did the same on his side.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  They’d both indicated how much they enjoyed watching her with the other. But the heady experience of watching the rapture on both their faces was incomparable.

  Her pussy tightened as she glimpsed the wetness leaking from the tips of both cocks. In sync, she swirled her thumbs through their slits.

  “Scoot closer,” she murmured.

  Both men obeyed, leaving her barely enough space to fit between them.

  As she continued the slow torture of Nathan’s cock, sliding her hand up and down the shaft, grazing lightly over the skin, she leaned down and took Josh’s length into her mouth.

  Josh bucked a few inches and tangled his hand in her hair.

  She smiled around his erection, slowly lowering herself as far as she could comfortably reach. Wrapping her lips around him, she dragged her mouth back to the tip and flicked her tongue through the precum. “Mmm.” She moaned around the shaft. His salty flavor blossomed in her mouth.

  Josh moaned also, as soon as Samantha leaned the other direction to copy the action on Nathan’s cock. While she suckled one man, she teased the other with her hand. Back and forth she worked, both men keeping one hand in her hair. Neither pressured her; they just seemed to need the contact.

  The air in the room grew thick with the scent of three sets of arousal.

  Samantha struggled against squirming while she tried to concentrate on sucking and stroking at the same time. It took a lot of effort to focus her thoughts on both men at once. All the while, a tightness grew low in her belly. Her nipples pebbled and rasped against each man’s leg. The wetness between her legs increased exponentially as Josh and Nathan grew closer to release.

  She did all this to herself. Neither man could reach her breasts or her pussy to aid.

  And she couldn’t possibly have continued if they’d touched her anyway.

  This time was for them.

  On a long deep suck down Nathan’s shaft, he stiffened, his hand gripping her head. She knew it was time to put him out of his misery. She sped up the pace, licking and swallowing around his length.

  Suddenly Nathan gasped and froze. “Samantha. . .” His cock went rigid for a brief second and then he came, spurting his orgasm deep into her throat.

  She swallowed everything he had to offer and then continued to suckle him until he relaxed.

  Grasping his semi-erect cock with her hand, she switched to Josh. His eyes were slits, following her every move. “That was so sexy, baby.”

  “Hmmm,” she murmured. As sexy as this? She drew his length deep into her throat and back out before he could blink. Two more thrusts and he toppled over the edge the same as Nathan had.

  When finally she relaxed her jaw, she lay her cheek on Josh’s thigh to rest. Both men breathed heavily and caressed her scalp through her hair.

  “Baby…” Josh stopped there.

  Nathan chuckled low and deep. “That’s all you got?” he teased Josh. “That was the best blow job of my life.”

  “Well, that’s why I’m at a loss for words,” Josh jibed.

  A minute passed while each of them caught their breath, and then Samantha was physically hauled up the bed and spread out between them.

  She yelped, but it did no good.

  Nathan licked a nipple. “You smell fantastic.”

  “I haven’t even showered since we left the hotel.”

  “That’s why you smell so good,” he added. “All Samantha. No soaps or shampoos left over to hide your scent.”

  “Gross.” She scrunched up her nose.

  “Not at all. I have to agree.” Josh pulled her arm, the one on his side, up over her head and sat close enough to her to keep her from lowering it.

  Nathan did the same on the other side. “Payback is a bitch.”

  “Wait.” Her eyes shot open. “One on two is way different from two on one.”

  “Yep.” Josh wiggled his eyebrows and flicked her nipple before pinching it between two fingers.

  “I wonder how fast she can come with four hands and two mouths on her?” Nathan leaned down to suck her other nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed the tip and she squirmed to buck him off. She was no competition for two large men though.

  In tandem, they each took a thigh and spread her open. Holding her with their palms, they simultaneously pushed both their thumbs inside her without warning.

  Samantha screamed. Like a wild animal. “Oh God. That’s too much. You can’t…”

  No one listened. Sensation overload made all the blood rush to her pussy and her assaulted nipples.

  A mouth descended over hers and licked the seam of her lips. She couldn’t reciprocate. Her concentration was shot to hell.

  Gasping, she realized both men were in fact kissing her at the same time, one would consume her mouth while the other nibbled around her neck and ear, and then they would switch.

  So many things happening at once. She couldn’t return the kisses coming at her. Her mouth hung open while they licked around her lips and across her tongue.

  Fingers pinched her nipples and then flicked them. Tongues swiped the tips. Teeth nipped. All her synapses fired at once, sending messages to every part of her body under assault.

  The thumbs inside her sawed in and out in opposite thrusts. Fingers. Fuck… Fingers flicked her clit and worked together to clasp the little nub and squeeze.

  Samantha bucked every part of her body, unable to escape. Her arms were trapped above her head. Her legs held open by both men.

  She moaned and braced herself against the orgasm rumbling to the surface. Would she fracture into a million pieces when she came?

  Seemed likely.

  And then she reached the peak. For the first time in her life, the peak went on and on. That moment of crescendo she’d always wished would last longer than it did made a mockery out of all the previous orgasms she’d ever had.

  Neither man retreated. They pushed her farther until one orgasm turned into two and then three. It wasn’t until she shivered that they slowed their pace, petting her and soothing her with their tongues and a garble of loving words as she came down from the best high ever.

  She whimpered. Tears spilled from her eyes. She didn’t open them. Never fully resurfacing to the world, she let sleep drag her under.

  Her last piece of consciousness was of covers being drawn over her body and two men sidling up next to her. So warm… So loved…

  Chapter Twelve

  Josh woke up in the early morning, sensing Nathan was no longer in the bed. He was in the house, but not the room. That eerie ability to hone in on his mates’ whereabouts was going to take some getting used to. Wolf shifters had an excellent sense of smell, so scenting his mates wasn’t strange. Latching onto their presence from a more or less mental connection was throwing Josh off kilter.

  Glancing at Samantha to make sure she was still asleep, Josh eased from the bed and padded to the adjoining bathroom. He shut the door as silently as possible and turned on the shower.

  Ten minutes later, he was dressed a
nd stepping into the kitchen.

  “Hey.” Nathan glanced up from the paper he was reading. “I wasn’t sure about your morning routine, but I made coffee.” He lifted his steaming cup.

  “Thanks.” Josh grabbed a mug for himself. At least they had that in common. It was going to be weird getting to know the habits of another man. In all of Josh’s thirty years, he’d never once contemplated the idea of living his life with another man. He leaned against the counter and relaxed his frame.

  Now what?

  “I have to get to the office this morning. There’s no way to avoid it after skipping out Tuesday and taking Wednesday off. My secretary must think I’ve lost my mind or been abducted by aliens. I’ve never canceled an appointment or missed a day.” Nathan smiled.

  “Well, there’s another thing we have in common. Coffee in the morning and a work ethic that would cause any alien hoping to abduct us to turn and run.”

  Nathan gazed around the room. “You can add an unusual propensity for tidiness to that list. I don’t know many men who keep their living space as neat as you and I.”

  “Well, I haven’t been to Samantha’s apartment, but I have been to her office.” Josh raised his eyebrows and grinned. “She isn’t in the type A category by any stretch.”

  Nathan laughed. “Figures.”

  Josh looked down at the table. His face fell. “You got the paper?”

  “Yep. Your guy has bad aim. It was halfway down the sidewalk.”

  “Wearing that?” Josh stood straighter.

  Nathan was dressed in a T-shirt and boxers Josh had lent him when they’d arrived last night. Nathan glanced down at his attire. “Yeah. Why?” He plucked the shirt.

  Josh wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. If the neighbors saw this half-naked man sneaking out of the house at sunrise to grab the paper, they’d all think Josh was gay.

  “Whoa,” Nathan stood. “You’re worried about people seeing me, aren’t you?”

  “Well, yes. I mean, look at you. What were they supposed to think?”

  “Who the fuck cares what they think?” Nathan’s voice rose.

  “I do. That’s who. We haven’t even discussed how we’re going to handle this…thing…yet. You can’t waltz around outside flaunting your package for everyone to see.” Fuck fuck fuck.

  “This thing? My package?” Now Nathan was yelling. He stalked across the room. “Are you kidding me?”

  Josh was livid. The man just got here. Already he was taking over the place. Helping himself to coffee and the newspaper and traipsing around letting everyone believe Josh was gay.

  A higher voice entered the fray. “Why are you guys screaming?”

  Josh whipped his head around to find Samantha standing in the doorway. She was dressed in yesterday’s clothes and she had her purse over one shoulder.

  Nathan beat Josh to the punch. “Josh here is worried about what the neighbors must be thinking about his new boy toy.”

  “New boy toy?” Samantha lifted one brow.

  “I did not say that.” Josh stepped toward her.

  “Oh, pardon me,” Nathan began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “your sex thing, your male prostitute, your personal hooker, oh, wait, right, your gay boyfriend. Are you homophobic?”

  “Fuck you,” Josh retorted. “We haven’t discussed how we’re going to handle this thing yet. Get off your high horse. You wouldn’t want me doing anything at your place to jeopardize your relationship with your neighbors either.”

  “Guys, stop it.” Samantha entered the room fully, her head held high, both arms out as if to keep them each in their own corner.

  Nathan ignored her, peering over her head at Josh. “No way is this thing going to work if you can’t share your toys and your space. I can see you have a much larger nicer place than me, but we can’t hide in here forever hoping no one spots us.”

  “That’s not it, and you know it,” Josh shouted. “You just didn’t give it time. We haven’t been here twelve hours and already you’re right at home like you own the place.”

  “Well, guess what? Fuck you too.” Nathan’s face was red. Even with his darker skin, he still looked sunburned.

  Josh figured he must look like a lobster under his angry façade.

  “Shut up, both of you,” Samantha shouted. “This thing, as you both so eloquently have referred to us, is our mating. It’s not actually something that can be debated. We’re already in it. However, I’m not going to stand here and listen to the two of you bitch. I’ve got appointments today and half the ones from yesterday too. I have to go home, change, and get to the office. You both better take some time to ponder what the hell we’re going to do. It’s not going to be easy for any of us, but we’re going to have to deal or toss in the towel.

  “Leave me out of your squabble while you’re behaving like spoiled brats who didn’t get your way. I don’t need that. I’m a busy person. Goodbye.” Samantha marched out of the room as Josh watched.

  “Wait,” he yelled after her. “You don’t have a car.”

  “I called a taxi half an hour ago.” And she was gone.

  The front door shut with a bang.

  Josh stared at the back of Nathan’s head for several moments while they both heaved for air.

  Before either of them spoke, the doorbell rang. Thank God. Josh wasn’t sure how he would handle Samantha running out on them like that. He was glad she’d changed her mind, even if she was locked out of the house.

  As Josh dashed through the kitchen and then the front room, he saw the back of a man at the door. Not Samantha. His chest fell. Who was it?

  He opened the door to find Evan on the front porch.

  “Morning.” Evan nodded at the street. “Was that Samantha leaving in a taxi?”

  “Yeah.” Josh held the door open. “We might have pissed her off already,” he added as Evan entered the front hall.

  Evan laughed. “Already? It’s not even daylight yet.” He held up his hand and looked past Josh. “Brought you your car,” he said to Nathan, keys dangling from his finger.

  “Oh, shit. Thanks. I had forgotten.” Nathan grabbed the keys. His voice switched from polite to dripping with sarcasm on the next breath. “I’ll need that so I can get the fuck out of here and prevent Josh’s neighbors for spreading gossip about his homo tendencies.”

  Evan laughed again. “His what?”

  Josh spun around to face Nathan. He seethed. “I am not homophobic, you asshole.”

  “What is it then? I’m not good-looking enough for you? You’re embarrassed ’cause my pecs are bigger? Maybe you could spend more time at the gym and catch up and then we’d be even and you wouldn’t feel inadequate.”

  Josh’s ears burned.

  “Man, did I ever step into some shit.” Evan looked from Josh to Nathan. “You two seriously stood here fighting until you chased your mate out the door?”

  Josh hung his head. “Yes.”

  “How’s that going to work? You do realize this isn’t optional, right? Not only are you destined to be mates, but you already sealed the claiming. Do you know how hard it is to break that bond?” He didn’t pause. “Damn near impossible and it would be fucking painful for…well, the rest of your lives. No woman is ever going to be good enough. Hell, I doubt either of you could even get it up for another woman.”

  Nathan muttered under his breath. “Tell that to this jackass who decided he’s in charge around here this morning. My dick already hurts from her absence.”

  “I never fucking said I was in charge, you asshole.” Josh stomped to the door and pulled it open. “Go. You have your car now. No more taxis needed.” He made a grand gesture of swooping his arm toward the yard.

  “Fine.” Nathan turned on his heel, heading toward the bedroom.

  Josh breathed heavily, still holding the door open. “I hope he’s going to get dressed before he goes outside this time.”

  Evan chuckled and shook his head. “You’re in so much trouble.”

  Josh�
��s head hurt. A throbbing pain stabbed behind his right eye. What a way to start the day.

  In under two minutes, Nathan reappeared, his suit from two days ago back on his body. His pants were zipped, his shoes on, but his shirt was hanging open and his tie was slung over his shoulder. As he stepped out the door, he turned back, “Maybe if I make a lot of noise, your neighbors will see me sneaking out looking super-well fucked.”

  Josh slammed the door. Fuck him. “This is not funny,” he said to Evan, who continued to chuckle behind him.

  “Oh, it so is funny. I wish I could stick around for round three, but I have to go. Another client needs me.” Evan stepped toward the door. “I could take my shirt off too if you really want to cause a scene out there.” He buckled at the middle as he opened the door, stifling his laughter.

  “I’ll send you a check for the balance I owe you today.”

  “Okay.” Evan sobered marginally, a twinkle still lingering in his eye as he stood on the porch. He cleared his throat. “Seriously though, dude, you have to fix this.”

  “I know.” It was true. Josh had no idea how he was going to solve this problem, but he was smart enough to realize the necessity.

  “How’s your sister?” Evan grabbed the porch railing and lifted his face.

  “I haven’t talked to my mom yet this morning. She was pretty rough yesterday. Slept most of the way home. Mom’s taking her to the doctor this morning to document everything.”

  “She looked a little beat up.”

  “Yeah, bruises everywhere, old and new.” Josh swallowed and cringed. “I can’t imagine the mental scars. I hate that it took so long to get her out of there.”

  “She’s gonna need a lot of therapy. And a restraining order.”

  “Yeah, Samantha’s working on that last part and my mom’s running around like a crazy woman already. She’ll get the best care we can provide.”

  “I’m so sorry it happened.” Evan reached a hand up to block the sun.

  “Thanks so much for all you did to help find her.”

  “Of course. Call me if you need anything else.” Evan headed for the car by the curb. Another man was driving it. It sat idled. Of course, Josh realized, Evan had driven Nathan’s car and someone had followed him.