Making Her Purr [Tigers of Twisted, Texas 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “I’m already on it.” Tatum pulled his cock from her then grinned. “My turn, mate.” Moving her around, he plunged his cock inside her pussy.

  Her climax had already been on the verge of releasing when his cock struck her G-spot and sent her flying. She let out a cry as he rammed into her again and again. Her body shook, shuddering through the relentless orgasm. She held on to him, digging her fingernails into his flesh. Once more, she tightened her pussy around a cock, determined to give pleasure and keep his seed. It took only one look at him to set him off.

  Tatum roared his release, fangs slipping out of his mouth and eyes filling with amber. He gripped her legs, keeping them locked around him as he jerked through his climax. His roar slowly turned into one low moan. He fell on top of her as her body trembled against his.

  As their panted breaths evened out, John cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes. “How are we ever going to let you go again?”

  She yearned to tell him they didn’t have to, but she’d keep her promise to Robin. “You can because you know I’m coming back. I left once and came back, and I’ll do it again.”

  “Promise.” It wasn’t a request.

  She nodded almost imperceptivity. “You know I will.”

  Epilogue

  Catherine wiped a tear from her eye and leaned into John. “I can’t believe this day has finally come. She was doing so well, having so much fun. Maybe if I had—” Her throat closed up, cutting her off. Only a few hours earlier, she’d buried her best friend.

  He squeezed her, hard enough that it wasn’t a hug of comfort, but one of admonishment. “Stop it. You can’t blame yourself. There was nothing you could do.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe if I hadn’t gotten her so tired. Maybe if I’d stayed up longer, or awakened in the middle of the night, I might’ve noticed something. I could’ve called for help. But by the time I woke up…”

  She buried her face against John’s strong chest. If only were two of the cruelest words she knew.

  “There was nothing you could do. Her body simply gave out.”

  His voice rumbled in his chest and against her ear. She believed him, knew he was right, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she might’ve saved her friend. In the three weeks she and Robin had traveled, going to Europe and then Australia, they’d become closer than friends. They’d become sisters of the heart.

  “John’s right, baby.” Smoke pulled her away from his brother. “You gave her the happiest days of her life. She said so in all the texts she sent us. Hell, we could see it in her face every time you two video chatted with us.”

  Robin had been happy. Catherine had seen her friend’s face light up every day with all the new and exciting things they’d seen and experienced. More than once, Robin had thanked her, telling her she’d given her more than she’d ever hoped for.

  “She’ll never know love, never have kids. It’s so unfair.”

  “Life’s unfair.”

  Pushing away from Smoke, she glared at Tatum. “But it shouldn’t be.”

  “You’re wrong, darlin’. She did know love. We loved her, and you loved her. Everyone around these parts loved her.”

  That was true enough. After arranging for Robin’s body to be returned home to Twisted, Catherine had handled everything about the funeral. It hadn’t been a difficult task with the men helping her and with Robin’s instructions put in writing before she’d left on the trip. Emotionally, however, it had drained her.

  “I need to go to bed.” She spoke softly, wondering if they’d think badly of her once she told them why.

  “Sure, Catnip.” Tatum took her this time and walked her down the hallway to their bedroom. “You let us handle everything from this point on. You hop into bed and get some rest.”

  Once they were beside the bed, she shook her head and hoped they’d understand that she needed them. Not only physically but in every other way. She needed to feel connected, not only with their bodies but to ramp up the invisible bond that had brought them together.

  “I don’t want to rest.” Her gaze slipped to first one then to the other two men. “I want you to make love to me.”

  “Are you sure, baby? You know how much we want you, but don’t do this because of us.”

  They’d waited, giving her the time to bury her friend without any demands from them. “I’m sure. I know some people might think it’s strange, but Robin would understand. I know she would.”

  “Then if this is what you need, we’ll give it to you.”

  “It’s what I need.” The company was still in the process of going out of business, but things were running smoothly enough that she’d been able to handle things while on the trip. All that was left now was to grieve her friend and move on to the life she so badly wanted.

  “Then we’ll do this.” John worked on the buttons of her blouse, going slowly, almost reverently. “Whatever you want, all you have to do is ask.”

  She sighed, already feeling better. Tatum knelt in front of her and pulled off her high heels. Smoke undid her belt and was slowly removing her slacks. In the past few days while tending to her deceased friend’s needs, she’d gone numb. Now the electricity whipping between them was bringing her body and her soul back to life.

  They had her naked soon and helped her crawl on top of the bed. She lay on her back and watched them undress.

  How many times had she dreamed about this moment? How many times had she closed her eyes and remembered how their touches caressed her skin? She sighed again, finally letting go of all her troubles and pain.

  They moved over her, kissing her, touching her, murmuring sweet words that filled her heart.

  One by one, they took her, the other two watching as though silent witnesses to the coupling and to the promises they made to one another.

  When at last, their bodies were sated and they lay together, touching here, touching there, she spoke. “I want you to change me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She’d known John would be the one to ask.

  “I’m sure. But I have one other request.”

  “Anything,” answered Smoke.

  “I want to name our first child after Robin.”

  She bit back a smile, ready for their reaction.

  “Uh, the name’s great for a girl, but what about a boy?” asked Tatum.

  “What’s wrong with Robin for a boy? It’s a good boy’s name. You know. Like Batman and Robin.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” Even Smoke sounded less than thrilled.

  “Let’s just hope he’s a tiger. If not, he’s going to get his ass kicked on the playground.” Tatum threw up his hands in defense. “I’m just saying what you guys are thinking.”

  “I think it’s a great name for a boy, but I get that you’re not in love with it.” She’d already figured out what she’d say. “If it’s a boy, Robin will be his middle name.”

  “And his first name?” asked John.

  “How about Michale? I’ve always liked that name.”

  “As long as it’s not the name of an ex-boyfriend,” quipped Smoke.

  “Nope. No ex involved.”

  “Okay, then, it’s decided. If it’s a boy we name him Michale Robin Westbrook.”

  She smiled and curled against John. “Yeah. Sounds good. And if it’s a girl?”

  “How about Michelle Robin Westbrook?”

  She craned her head around to stare at Tatum. “I like it. As long as Michelle’s not the name of an ex-girlfriend.”

  “Nope.” Smoke pulled her away from John. “Now how about we stop messing around with names and get started making that baby.”

  I think we already have. Still, just in case…

  She thrust out her breasts, encouraging him to take one in his mouth. “Then you guys better get at it. Come on, tigers. Make me purr.”

  THE END

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  Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called i
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