Chasing Tiger Tail [Tigers of Twisted, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 14

  She couldn’t hold back her climax any longer. Screaming, she let it fly. Her body shook, her mind fogged with the release. If Cam hadn’t had his face pressed against her and wrapped his arms around her legs, she would’ve collapsed.

  His tongue flicked over her clit, then down to pierce her pussy. He sucked on her hard, drinking up her cream as yet another orgasm ripped her apart. He slurped up her juices, moaning his satisfaction.

  Suddenly, Cam moved away, leaving her breathless and confused. “No. Don’t.” Again, she jerked on her arms, trying to get free. How could being restrained be both agonizing and amazing?

  “On the bed. Now.” Phil’s inner tiger came out in a purr of delight as he slicked his tongue over her breast then lifted her off her feet. She mewled, loving the show of strength.

  “This cat wants a taste of your sweet cream.” He positioned her over his face, smiled a big Cheshire-cat smile, and then crammed his face against her pussy.

  The whirlwind of lust spun out of control again. Over and over he licked at her, sucked at her, nibbled at her. His purrs shifted back and forth between growls. He nibbled, then licked her tender clit, then circled the tender flesh around her pussy’s entrance before plunging his tongue into her sweet cave.

  “Please. Oh, yes. More.” It was as though she’d forgotten all but those few words.

  The bed dipped, telling her Cam had joined them. “Suck me.”

  She took his cock in, filling her mouth and hollowing her cheeks as she dragged in every inch. He tasted salty and musky, the aroma of his arousal assaulting her nostrils. His purr, matching his brother’s, filled the air as he helped her, moving his hips forward and back.

  She was lost in a black hole of their desire. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. She’d already taken far too long to accept them as her mates. Now that she had, she wanted as much of them as she could handle. Whatever lay in the future was simply that. In the future. Only the here and now were important.

  Phil plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy, skimming the tips of his fingers over her sensitive pad. He kept pumping her, his mouth a weapon of both agony and pleasure, alternating between the two. At once, she was both sane and crazy, on the edge or plummeting over it.

  She cried out as Cam suddenly pushed her away. She fell to the side of Phil, her mind and body wanting more, needing them touching her again.

  “Come.” Cam pulled her onto her belly and undid the cuffs before tossing them away. “On your knees. Fuck her ass, brother. I’m going to love watching you take her.”

  “Give me the lube.”

  “Easy, baby.” Phil held on to her rump as he lubed up his cock. “Just keep on breathing, nice and even.”

  She nodded, gasping as the coolness of the lube struck the tight rings of her anus.

  “Keep breathing, baby.”

  She did, concentrating on the feel of his fingers loosening her up.

  “Take in a deep breath.” Phil eased the tip of his cock into her asshole. “Now breathe out.”

  She exhaled and gasped again as he shoved his cock inside her. Pain mixed with pleasure as the sting rippled its way outward. Slowly, the pain changed, giving way to a sensation of strange delight. Her pussy tightened with anticipation.

  It feels so good.

  She’d done it from behind once before and it hadn’t been pleasant. The way Phil was taking her was oh, so much better. She clenched her butt cheeks as he slid deeper into her dark recesses.

  “Easy, hon. Take it slow.”

  “Please. Cam.”

  Phil eased her on her side, somehow keeping his cock inside her. He continued his steady strokes, growing harder with each thrust.

  “Put your leg over mine,” ordered Cam. A slap on her butt cheek emphasized his command.

  She did, dropping her gaze to watch his purple, vein-lined cock enter her pussy. He looked huge, but inside, he felt even bigger. He shoved against her, pounding his way to her end. Her panting matched his movements, an accompaniment to his sexual stamina.

  “Oh, God.”

  They slammed into her, each one taking a turn as one entered as the other withdrew.

  Phil slapped her butt cheek, adding more sensation. He spanked her again, then again, making her flesh sing with his touch.

  “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Tighten your asshole around me.”

  Cam moaned and dragged in a nipple then let it go with a satisfying pop. “Fuck, yeah. Shit, but you’re tight. Squeeze my cock.”

  She clenched, her pussy holding onto his cock as hard as she could.

  Together they moved, at times thrusting into her in unison, and then one stalling to set up a counter-rhythm. They caressed her as they fucked her, giving her mind and soul as much attention as they gave her body. Spanks came and seared passion-filled joy into her. A twist of a nipple, a flick of her clit sent her burgeoning climax higher. The sound of their unions created slapping noises. Perspiration dotted their foreheads and glistened on their chests.

  Cam slid his hand between her legs and captured her clit between his fingers. “Cream for me, mate.”

  Mate.

  She’d finally accepted that she was their mate. Her only regret was that she hadn’t done it sooner.

  Her love for them came out in her scream, calling first to Cam and then to Phil. She turned everything loose, not only her climax, but every part of her that had fought against them and had tried not to believe they were meant to be together.

  Cam’s and Phil’s voices joined hers, exulting in their own releases. Spent, they fell on top of the bed, their bodies intertwined.

  Epilogue

  “Where are you guys?” Danna stood in the doorway of her home and took a long, slow sweep of the place. Not much had changed since she’d gone to law school, aside from the two horrible leather recliners Cam and Phil had purchased after moving in. They were eyesores with cracked leather and even a few rips in the material, but the men hadn’t asked to make many changes around the house, so how could she refuse them a couple of chairs? That was, of course, before she’d seen the chairs. By the time they were carrying them inside, it was too late. They swore those were the only chairs that were comfortable enough for them to watch their beloved football games.

  She plopped her suitcase down and tried again. “Hey, where are you?”

  She’d finally caught a long enough break from her studies to get back home and they weren’t there to greet her? Surely Lena had called to tell them she was bringing her home from the bus stop in Crosston. It was a big blow for them not to meet her there, but to not even be home?

  “Damn. This sucks.”

  “Yeah. It really does.” Harriet stepped up behind her and wrapped her arms around her.

  Danna yelped at the surprise then whirled around to hug her sister. Since leaving for law school, they’d continued to work on their relationship. Much to her delight, getting mated had helped Harriet grow up and become more of an adult. They’d spoken weekly, turning Sunday night into “girl talk night.”

  “You look terrific, sis.” Harriet held her away from her. “Maybe a little skinny, but terrific.”

  “I’m literally working my ass off. School’s tough but I love it.” She did her an appraisal of her own. “I’d like to say you’re looking skinny, too, but I’d be lying.”

  “Ouch.”

  She hurried to make it up to Harriet. “No, I don’t mean it that way. You look great. You’ve filled out so I guess mated life suits you. Hell, you’re practically glowing.”

  “Yes, mated life is wonderful. And the guys are really stepping up. With Cam’s and Phil’s help, they’ve started working their ranch and really making a go of it.”

  “That’s great. For a while there—” She slammed her mouth closed. “Never mind.”

  “For a while there, you didn’t think they’d amount to anything.” Her sister shook her hand. “No. It’s okay. Don’t try to deny it. The three of us took our time getting our shit in order, but we finall
y have. They’re doing well on the ranch and I’m going to be one hell of a super mother. Although I need to start watching my cussing.”

  “Yeah, you wouldn’t want to teach your baby bad habits.” It was then that her gaze dropped lower. How had she not noticed the bump of her sister’s stomach before now? “Oh, my God. Are you pregnant?”

  She’d never seen her sister smile so big. “I sure am. And getting bigger every day.”

  She skimmed a hand along her sister’s belly. “But that kind of bigger is better. I envy you.”

  She hadn’t wanted children until she’d met Cam and Phil. And definitely not before getting her law practice going. But now? Now thoughts of babies popped into her head unexpectedly and all too often.

  “Then envy me double.” Harriet laughed at her confused expression. “I’m having twins.”

  “Oh, wow. Twins. I’m going to be a busy auntie.”

  “You sure are. After you get through with school, of course. Until then, I’m planning on getting your mates to babysit as often as possible. You know. To get them ready for your babies.”

  “You do that.” She glanced around again, her earlier surprise morphing into full-blown disappointment. “Speaking of which, where are they?”

  “Ralton and Edward? They’re home doing their chores.”

  Danna chuckled. “Good to hear, but I was talking about the two soon-to-be uncles. Do you know where Cam and Phil are?”

  “And why they’re not here, waiting for you?”

  Harriet still took a dig every once in a while. It seemed to be more out of habit than any real meanness. “Yeah. So? Do you know where they are?”

  “I do.”

  She waited a moment. “Are you going to tell me?”

  “They’re here.” Harriet took her hand and tugged her along. Once they reached the kitchen, she took her shoulders and faced her toward the rest of the kitchen. “Do you notice anything different?”

  At first, everything looked the same. Same white cabinets. Same countertop. Same older appliances.

  And then she saw it.

  “Why is there another door?” Only a few feet from the back door leading out of the kitchen and into the yard was another door. A door that hadn’t been there before she’d gone to law school. A large red bow was attached to the front of it. “What’s on the other side?”

  “Why don’t you go through it and find out?” Harriet gave her a little push to get her moving.

  She strode over to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob. What would she find when she opened it? Lena had dropped her off on the other side of the house which, at the time, she’d thought strange. Now it was obvious that the crafty woman had done so to hide something.

  “Go on, sis. I’m going to head home, but later, you three are coming over for dinner. Got it?”

  She twisted back to her sister. “What’s going on? What am I going to find when I open this door?”

  “Just be at my place at six.” Harriet spun around and hurried toward the front of the house.

  Turning back, Danna took a deep breath, crossed over to the new door, and turned the doorknob. Stunned, she stood in the doorway and stared into another room. Cam and Phil leaned against a huge mahogany desk. Their arms were crossed, their bodies relaxed. Grins spread across their faces.

  “You’re home,” said Phil.

  “To state the obvious,” added Cam.

  “Yeah. I’m home.” She took in the lush leather couch—no cracks and tears in this one!—along with the mahogany credenza and floor to ceiling bookcase behind the desk. A computer rested on top of the desk and two trays for files sat on either side of it. “What is this?”

  Cam sauntered to her, took her hand and pulled her over the threshold. “This is your new office.”

  “My what?”

  “Your new office, baby.” Phil moved away from the front of the desk. “No more using a lousy metal table and chairs in the guest bedroom.”

  Her gaze fell on the lacquered name plate placed at the front of the desk. Danna Harris-Nordstrom, Attorney-at-Law was embossed in gold lettering on the smooth surface. “Wow. This is really something. But, guys, I’ve got a long way until I’m a real lawyer.”

  She wasn’t complaining. Instead, she found it difficult not to start crying. She drew in a long, slow breath and ran her hand over the nameplate.

  Phil went around the desk and pulled out the executive chair. “Here. Take a seat.”

  Moving as though in a dream, she sat down. The chair was incredibly soft and molded to her body. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

  “We wanted to show you how much we believe in you.” Cam leaned over, his hands flattened on the desktop. “We know how hard you’ve been working. I just wish you’d give up your part-time job. Working at night and going to school all day is wearing you out.”

  “It’s worth it.”

  “Maybe so, but the ranch is doing better already,” added Phil. “We should be in the black soon. Once we are, we want you to quit the job.”

  She shook her head. “Guys, this is too much. Putting on an addition to the house couldn’t have been easy. Then with all this stuff, too? Where’d you get the money?”

  “Didn’t anyone tell you not to look a gift horse in the mouth?” asked Cam.

  “Still…”

  “Don’t worry about it, baby. A lot of people chipped in.” Phil silenced her with a hard look. “Before you start thinking it’s charity, don’t. They’re going to expect a free legal consultation for each of them. After that, though, they’ll have to pay your exorbitant hourly rate.”

  “Exorbitant? I’m not planning on charging much. I want to help people around here. Not gouge them for all their worth.” She opened the side drawer and found file folders ready to be filled with cases.

  “Harriet has refused to take any money from the ranch and her guys helped build the addition along with us. They pounded nails and cut boards alongside us and your sister chose all the furnishings.”

  Harriet and her men had definitely changed. “And all of you kept it a secret from me.”

  “Yep. What good is a surprise if it’s not a surprise?” Cam pulled her to her feet. “Until you get your license, you can use it as a study. Maybe then you’ll come back home to visit more often. I’ve missed you, hon.”

  “We’ve missed you, baby.”

  “And I’ve missed you, too.”

  “So? Do you forgive us for not picking you up at the bus station?” asked Cam.

  “Yes. I forgive you. Almost.”

  “Almost?” He checked with Phil who simply shrugged.

  “I can forgive the bus station, but I can’t forgive you for my being here this long without getting a kiss.” She tossed them a sultry look. “Or more.”

  “Dang, baby, give us some time. We didn’t want to attack you as soon as you stepped inside the house.”

  “Why the hell not? I would’ve liked it.”

  “We’ll remember the next time. But, damn it, baby, you’re hard as hell to catch.”

  She stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. “Isn’t the fun in the chase? Besides, I had to make it interesting, didn’t I?”

  “You sure did that.” Phil reached for her, but she slapped his hand away.

  “Good. But you two have got it all backward.”

  “How so, baby?”

  She slipped by them, keeping their hands off her. When she’d made it to the door, she turned toward them again and smile. “I’m the one who was chasing tiger tail. You just didn’t know it.”

  Danna undid the bottom button and slipped the blouse to the floor. As their hot gazes jumped to her braless breasts, she undid her skirt and let it fall. Slowly, she turned around, curved her spine, and pooched out her bottom. She wiggled it enticingly.

  “Now it’s your turn to chase some tail.”

  She let out a squeal as they dashed toward her.

  THE END

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  Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.

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