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  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 7

  Wild Storm

  Single mom Stormy Stevens thinks Forever, Texas, is the perfect place to raise her daughter, Jazz. She’s not looking for a man in her life, but whenever the sexy Malone brothers come around, she can’t ignore the sexual whirlwind they stir inside her.

  Beckett, Ty, and Rent Malone have waited a month for Stormy to settle into her new home, but they’re through waiting. They know Stormy is their future mate and they’re ready to claim her.

  When her ex-boyfriend and Jazz’s father demands sole custody of Jazz, Stormy turns to the Malone brothers or risks losing her child. Still, after fighting off a wild dog pack then getting trapped in a burning barn, dealing with the entitled son of a billionaire banker should be easy, right?

  Will she fight for her new life in Forever? Or will she let the storm of trouble surrounding her take away everything that matters?

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 43,849 words

  WILD STORM

  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 7

  Jane Jamison

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  WILD STORM

  Copyright © 2013 by Jane Jamison

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  First E-book Publication: March 2013

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  WILD STORM

  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 7

  JANE JAMISON

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  “Girl, when are you going to give them a chance?”

  Stormy Stevens glanced at Milly, owner of Milly’s Coffee Spot, then at the three men seated at one of the many tables around the diner before quickly glancing away. The Malone brothers were hotter than any men she’d ever seen. All they had to do was look her way and she wanted to spread her legs. Every time she got within reaching distance of them, she had an almost uncontrollable urge to unbuckle their belts and jump on top of them. She’d even had dreams about taking them right in the middle of the diner with the rest of the patrons cheering them on. But her fantasies were just that. Fantasies. She’d learned a long time ago to put her dreams aside for the sake of Jazz.

  “Will you stop it? I don’t have time for men. I have a teenage daughter to raise.”

  Milly, her blonde hair framing her sweet face, fisted her hands on her hips. “So what? Half the town has kids to raise, but you don’t see that keeping them from having a little fun. I’m not saying get serious with them unless you want to, but if I had three men who looked like they do that were watching my every move, I’d be making the most of it.”

  “Stop kidding around. Besides, Jazz needs my full attention right now.”

  Milly made a rude sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “You mean she demands your full attention. Honey, I know I don’t have any kids, but I can tell when a kid’s taking advantage of her mother. And as wonderful as Jazzy may be, that’s what she’s doing.”

  The thing was, Milly was right. But she couldn’t help but feel guilty, and whenever she did, she’d give in to Jazz. She had a lot to make up for as far as her fourteen-year-old daughter was concerned, so she caved even when she shouldn’t have. Still, since moving to Forever, Jazz had stayed out of trouble, so maybe things were looking up.

  The fact that Stormy had been an unwed teen mom hadn’t been easy for either one of them. She’d had to make it on her own, without any help from her parents, who’d been ashamed of her for getting knocked up. They’d kicked her out soon after Jazz was born with a few hundred bucks and an order to never call them.

  She should’ve sued Jazz’s father for child support, but that would’ve meant keeping in contact with not only Chad Chandler Jr. but Chad Chandler Sr., his heartless father. Chad Jr., or C.J., as he liked to be called, was everything his billionaire father had raised him to be. C.J. was spoiled, entitled, and devoid of empathy. Instead of having C.J. in her life for at least the eighteen years of Jazz’s childhood, she’d taken the payoff his father had given her, ignoring her agreement to have an abortion. Instead, she’d moved her daughter to another part of the big city. If they were lucky, C.J. and his father would forget about them.

  Although the cash had seemed like a fortune at the time, it had lasted only long enough for her to get her GED then get to work as a waitress. The job at the small greasy spoon diner provided a modest living for several years. She’d started to believe they would continue to lead an uneventful life when, all of a sudden, on Jazz’s eleventh birthday, C.J. contacted Stormy, claiming he wanted to get to know his daughter.

  During the next year, he saw her a few times, hauling her off to his home, but then he’d turn her over to his household staff
and go about his usual routine. Even though she was in his house, he barely showed her any attention. Fed up, Stormy took the then-twelve-year-old Jazz and moved to Atlanta, and hoped he wouldn’t care enough to travel to see her.

  But he’d found her again a year later and she’d given in and allowed him visitation again. Yet, as she’d suspected, C.J. didn’t keep to the visitation schedule, preferring to show up only when it suited him. He stayed less than an hour each time. Although she didn’t know her father well, Jazz was still hurt when he failed to keep the promises he often made.

  Then Jazz had started getting into trouble. She’d started skipping school and hanging out with kids who did drugs and treated everyone else like scum. When the police had dragged Jazz home one night, Stormy had made up her mind to get her daughter out of the city. They’d left that week, traveling from Georgia to Texas, stopping at small towns in between to work to replenish the dwindling cash and see if they wanted to stay. But none had felt right until they’d arrived in Forever, Texas.

  She’d gotten lucky by finding a rental home and landing a job the first day they’d rolled into town in her broken-down car. She took that as a sign that Forever was their new home. A month later and everything was going well.

  “You need to start thinking about a life after Jazz.”

  “What do you mean?” A life without her daughter?

  “Yeah. The girl’s going to be up and out of here, living her own life, before you know it. And where will you be? Living alone in some little rental house wondering what to do with yourself. You need to get a life. A life with men in it while you’re still young enough to attract them.”

  “Milly, are you calling me old?”

  “Please. With that face? Not a chance. But things and faces change.”

  Beckett, the youngest of the three Malone brothers, lifted his hand, indicating that they needed a waitress. So far she’d managed to keep from waiting on them more than a handful of times, but her luck would run out soon. Or would it just get started?

  “Milly, uh, the Malone boys need you.”

  Milly arched an eyebrow. “Uh-uh. Getting me to wait on them is at an end. I didn’t hire you to hang around behind the counter and take it easy. That’s my job.”

  Stormy searched for another excuse in the long line of them that she’d already given Milly, but her friend-slash-boss wasn’t having it. Taking Stormy by the shoulders, Milly pushed her toward the end of the counter. “Go. Take care of your customers. You need the tips more than I do.”

  Stormy almost fell backward when Milly took her hands off. She pivoted, starting to get back behind the safety of the counter, then stopped at Milly’s stern look. Milly thrust out her arm, pointing at the men.

  “I said, get going.”

  Chuckles from the other customers didn’t help the churning in her stomach. It was bad enough that she was always flustered around them, but having everyone watch her made her stomach flip over. But what choice did she have? Steeling herself, she turned on her heel and headed for the Malone brothers.

  I will not fantasize about them. I will not fantasize about them.

  Yeah, right.

  She took her time, pausing to check on the other customers. But it was as though the entire diner was against her. Even when she could see that one of them needed a refill of their coffee or more condiments, they’d shake their head and insist that she wait on “someone else.” Then they’d glance at the Malone brothers. But at least the pauses gave her time to get used to their overpowering good looks.

  Yeah, right.

  Each one of the men was a gorgeous specimen of male. She’d heard they worked their land called the Half Moon Ranch by themselves, taking care of a small herd of cattle as well as several horses, and their bodies benefited from that hard labor. They were tanned, which made their golden hair even shinier and their quick smiles even brighter. They always dressed either in T-shirts or rolled their sleeves up. Their jeans weren’t the stylish kind men in the city wore, but they hugged their hips with just the right amount of snugness while the faded areas of the denim attested to the fact that they didn’t buy new pairs often. Worn boots and polished buckles should’ve been in sharp contrast with each other, but they worked together to give the men the perfect cowboy look.

  She took a minute to linger at the table where Jackson and Jayden Carr were eating breakfast with a very pretty brunette woman. “Can I get you something else?”

  The woman smiled up at her then offered her hand. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Emma Rand-Carr.”

  Like many of the women in Forever, Emma joined her last name with those of the men she lived with. And like most of the rest, Stormy knew they weren’t married. Although it seemed strange that a small town would have so many couples living together without being married, she wasn’t about to judge anyone else’s lifestyle. Besides, the fact that most of the couples consisted of either two or three men with one woman was even odder. Again, she wasn’t about to judge.

  Stormy took Emma’s hand, thankful when she didn’t mention the Malone brothers as the other patrons had. “Nice to meet you.”

  “I’m sorry I haven’t made it into town before now.” Emma rubbed her protruding belly. “I’ve had a rough go of the pregnancy so far.”

  “Oh, I understand completely. I was off my feet and hanging over a toilet for the first trimester with my daughter Jazz.” She winced. “Urgh. Sorry. I shouldn’t say things like that at the table.”

  Emma’s laugh was light and airy. “Don’t worry. None of us have squeamish stomachs. How are you and your daughter liking our little town?”

  A warm breeze blew in through the front door along with Stormy’s daughter, Jazz. She shot her mother a glare then skirted toward the back room, where she’d hang out until Stormy got off work.

  “We like it just fine.”

  “And the house is okay?” Jackson’s intense dark eyes met hers. “You know you can call me anytime if you need something repaired. And I’ll send one of my men to mow the lawn soon. It’s all included with the rent.”

  Stormy nodded. He was a nice guy and she was grateful that he’d rented the house to her on such short notice and with no need for references, but he still made her nervous. He was the unofficial authority in town, like a sheriff without a badge. It seemed like an odd arrangement, but she’d never lived in a small town. They probably had a difficult time maintaining a real police force.

  “Good. Don’t forget. You can call anytime you have a problem.”

  “Okay. I’ll remember. Thanks.” She gave them another smile then shuffled toward the Malone men again.

  If only they weren’t so damn hot.

  She stopped, the heat speeding up her neck as she tried to figure out if she’d spoken out loud. When no one appeared to have noticed, she let out a sigh of relief and started moving again.

  Her obsession or whatever it was called with them had to stop. But it was like she could sense whenever they came into town. They bought supplies every so often, all three of them crammed into Rent’s old pickup or Ty’s Jeep. One Saturday she’d seen Beckett driving by on his Harley and she’d practically drooled. She’d stayed hidden behind the diner’s window and had fantasized about riding behind him, her arms wrapped around him and the wind blowing over his body to send his musky aroma over hers.

  “Hey, Stormy, how are you?”

  She blinked, surprised to find herself standing next to their table.

  Think! Talk! Ty’s waiting for you to answer.

  “Uh, I’m good. And you?”

  “Never better.”

  His sun-kissed blond locks made her ache to run her fingers through his hair. Instead, she clenched her order pad and pencil. “Great. So what’ll it be?”

  That’s it. Sound like a waitress. Act like a waitress. That’s all you are to them or ever will be.

  “Your daughter sure whizzed by here a second ago. Is everything all right?”

  Beckett’s smile could melt
the Wicked Witch of the North’s heart.

  “Yeah. That’s just how Jazz is. You know teenagers.”

  “Yeah. Rumor has it I once was one.” Rent, the oldest brother, added his dazzling grin to his brother’s. “You guys moved here about a month ago from Atlanta, right?”

  A girl could get a sunburn from his smile. “That’s right. And we like it fine.”

  “That’s good to know,” added Ty.

  “Uh-huh.” A blaze of energy tore through her, almost knocking her off her feet. She’d felt it before, but only when the Malone boys were around. She dragged in a shaky breath.

  What the hell is it?

  Rent took her arm. “Are you all right? You looked like you’re about to keel over.”

  “I’m, uh, fine.” She glanced down at where he still held her arm and wondered why she didn’t see flames. God knew the man’s touch was scorching hot.

  What was it about these guys? She’d been attracted to a lot of men, but she’d never felt anything like what was racing her heart right now. The sensation left her catching her breath and sweat popping up under her bra.

  “Do you need to sit down?” Beckett scooted out the chair next to him for her to take.

  She wanted to sit by him, wanted more than anything to spend time with all of them. Licking her lips—oh, hell, did they see that?—she smoothed down her shirt. Maybe if she spent a little time with them, she’d get over her fascination.

  Yeah, right.

  Beckett slid his chair even closer as she took hold of the seat and bent her knees, getting ready to sit.

  He was so close, close enough that she could see the stubble on his chin clearly. Would it be soft or prickly to the touch?