One Growl [A Tigers of Twisted, Texas Novella] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

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  Kendra hummed the melody of a favorite love song. Since Wash and Rusk had left the day before, she’d found herself unable to think of anything but them. The strange sensation she’d experienced, the emotions that had overtaken her and propelled her into their arms, had lessened but had never really gone away. She didn’t want them to. Nothing had felt so right before. She didn’t know either of the men, but that no longer matter. She instinctively knew all she had to know.

  I want them, and I’m going to have them.

  Kendra wasn’t a romantic. Although she read romance novels and watched chick movies, she was a realist and a levelheaded woman who didn’t believe in luck or fate or any of the nonsense many women fixed their hopes to. A fantasy about two men loving her was just a fantasy and nothing more. She’d never believed in “the one,” much less “the two.”

  Which made what she was thinking even more ridiculous. Ridiculous and amazing.

  If any men could ever fill those roles for her, it was Wash and Rusk.

  Wash Timberton and Rusk Fortran were men she’d only dreamed of meeting. Fantasies come to life. Before the day reached the halfway mark, she planned on tracking them down and telling them exactly what she was thinking.

  Would they feel the same way? Nothing said they should, but she sensed they would. Hadn’t she felt the bond between them before, during, and after she’d kissed them? They had to have felt the same thing.

  She didn’t understand the strange, yet exhilarating, sensation that had spun wildly between them. Like getting caught between two bolts of lightning, they’d jolted her body into wild abandon. Even now, she could feel the sizzle driving its way through her, capturing her not only physically but mentally and emotionally as well.

  She didn’t understand it, but she wasn’t about to deny the way she felt. Not again.

  She’d thought of nothing else since they’d left. Maybe she’d done the rational thing by sending them away the first time, but it hadn’t been what she’d really wanted to do. After they’d gone, she’d realized her mistake. She should’ve thrown caution to the wind and given in to her need to have them. The wild sensations they’d stirred in her were more than mere lust. They were signals telling her they belonged together.

  And yet, she’d talked herself out of acting on those feelings and letting something wonderful slip through her fingers.

  I won’t let it happen a second time.

  She continued to hum, happiness lifting her spirits as she washed out her cooking pot in the creek. As soon as she took a quick bath, she’d put on her best underwear and her fresh clothes then look for them. Maybe, just maybe, she’d even do as they asked and leave—as long as they came with her.

  Would they go to Lubbock with her? Did they live in Texas, or were they visiting from out of state? How would they stay together if they didn’t live in the area? Were they still in the area? She didn’t want to consider the possibility that they’d left.

  Too many questions raced through her head, and yet not even the most difficult one shook her confidence. Whatever it took, they’d be together. She’d make sure of it.

  Once more she sensed their presence before she realized they were near. Didn’t being able to sense them prove how much they belonged together?

  She straightened her back, pretending to stretch her muscles. Tossing the pot to the shoreline, she made certain she didn’t accidentally glance their way as they stood behind the bushes just beyond the edge of the water. While she was taking a bath, she’d give them a show.

  Lookie-lookie, boys. You don’t want to miss anything.

  Slowly, with all the finesse of an exotic dancer, she crossed her arms and took the bottom of her T-shirt. Taking her time, she lifted it upward, working the material side to side, exposing a little more of her skin with each movement.

  Was that a groan?

  If it had been, then it was one of pure pleasure. She was happy to know she was getting to them. Pausing, she held the shirt just under her braless breasts.

  Let them anticipate what’s coming next.

  After giving them a few moments of agony, she pushed her shirt high enough to show the swell of the lower part of her breasts.

  Yeah. That was definitely a groan.

  She barely managed to hold back a smile. Putting her back to them, she half expected one of them to call out a complaint. She kept going, taking the shirt up and over her head. Twirling the shirt in the air, she sent it flying over her shoulder toward the shore.

  Droplets of sweat mixed with beads of water on her tanned skin. Her nipples were hard and upturned and jiggled with the slightest gesture. The morning sunlight had the droplets glistening. Keeping her gaze lowered, she undid her shorts then slid the zipper down. The flaps of the shorts fell open, exposing her flat stomach.

  She was proud of her body. Working hard outdoors and taking care of herself had given her a shapely body a lot of women couldn’t have achieved at a gym. Her abs had just the right amount of definition, and her arms and legs were strong without any sign of flabbiness.

  Sliding her palms over her breasts, she peeked back at the shore then slipped under the surface of the water. Her hair floated around her as she held her breath and took her shorts and undies off. When she came up from underneath, facing the land and pushing her wet hair away from her face, she’d already wadded the clothing up, forming a ball to throw.

  Water dripped from her hair and off her face to glide over her breasts. The air was chilly, but the sun was quickly bringing up the warmth. Another kind of warmth struck her between her legs, counteracting the coolness of the water, as Wash and Rusk came striding toward her.

  Heat blazed in their eyes. Their movements were stiffer than she’d seen before, their need to have her showing in the quickness of their gait and their determination to have her. They shed their clothing as they came, pausing to shuck off their boots.

  She waded out of the water, her hips swaying in what she hoped was a sensual way. Their eyes never left hers except to lower once to take her all in before coming up again. When she was at the edge, she took one step closer then came to a halt.

  “Come over here.”

  They didn’t hesitate but ate up the remaining ground with their long legs. When they were only a few feet away, she went to her knees. Their cocks, so long, so thick, so deliciously dripping with pre-cum, pointed at her as though beckoning her to take hold.

  How could she refuse such wonderful invitations?

  Pulling her hair back over her shoulders, she took a cock in each hand. What she could accomplish with her mouth covering one cock, she’d accomplish with her hand.

  Rusk stood to her right, his hand dragging through her hair. He sucked in a hard breath when she wrapped her fingers around his length. “Kendra.”

  “Shh. Don’t talk.” She’d be the one in charge. At least, for now.

  He didn’t argue. Instead, he moaned as she started moving her hand along his shaft. With one quick lick, she drank up the wetness on his mushroomed cap then slicked her tongue over the purple-veins and loose skin to the curly dark mass at the base. She glanced up once, tossing him a wicked smile, then opened her mouth. His eyes widened as she took him inside.

  “Shit yeah.”

  She didn’t let go as her lips kept her smile going.

  “Don’t forget about me, baby.”

  Wash’s even modulated voice was the perfect counterpoint to Rusk’s downhome one. She reached out, and he guided her hand to her prize. His cock was as big as Rusk’s and already slickened with his juices.

  Matching the rhythm of her head’s motions, she pumped Wash, working each of them with smooth, easy movements. Her breasts swayed enticingly as they kept her hair pushed away from her shoulders.

  “Oh, damn, that feels great, baby.”

  Rusk didn’t speak, but she could hear his pleasure in the puffs of his breaths. He worked his hips forward and back, helping her as much as he could. She turned his cock loose, moving her aching
jaw, then came back more determined than ever to please him. To please them.

  Their scents were alike. Masculine, powerful, and sweaty. Yet Rusk’s held a different edge to it. One filled with a raw, an almost animal-like quality that had her thinking of wild animal sex. She pulled, sucked, and fondled them, switching back and forth from Rusk’s cock in her mouth to Wash’s.

  She drew in Rusk’s cock again and placed a palm against his leg. His leg muscles were hard, like steel covered with a smooth material. She longed to dig her fingernails into his skin and see how far below the steel lay. Instead, she withdrew her hand, resolving to find the answer to her question when she could sink her fingernails into his back.

  “This is killing me. In a good way.” Wash’s tone was filled with agony, the lust thickening each word. He pulled away from her, earning him a complaining groan. “Come here, baby. It’s your turn.”

  Rusk uttered a curse when Wash tugged her away. Wash’s mouth covered hers as he fell backward, taking her along with him. Yet instead of shoving his cock inside her as she’d expected, he pulled her farther along his body until her legs straddled his head.

  She was prepared to feel his tongue on her pussy, yet even knowing it was coming didn’t help. He pressed his tongue against her clit, driving her insane with renewed lust, and then sucked on the pebbled nub. She let out a cry and gripped his arms as he took her breasts in his hands.

  Around and around, harder and harder, he tortured her clit. Loud slurping sounds added to her pleasure as he crushed his mouth to her pussy and swallowed her juices.

  Hands pushed Wash’s away as Rusk came to stand behind her. He toyed with her nipples, twisting them, bringing sharp stings of pain. Nibbling on her neck, he added different stings, compounding her joy. Her body trembled, and her mind swam as they took control of her body, giving her what she’d given them. Rusk’s cock moved against her spine, tempting her to see if she could turn around and take it back into her mouth. She rocked, going with Wash’s pressure on her hips, urging her to help him as he licked her.

  The sound of a growl came from Rusk. He not only smelled like an animal he sounded like one, too.

  “Please.” Her plea came a moment before her climax burst free.

  Wash held her firmer, lifting his head so he could get even closer. He groaned as he drank from her.

  “Damn it. Give me a taste.” Rusk lifted her away.

  She let out a yelp then ended up on her back against the soft grass. Before she could utter a word, they were beside her, each lying against her leg, each with their face at her pussy. They pulled her legs apart, spreading her wide.

  Their tongues swept over her flesh, thrilling her as they nibbled along the creases of her legs. Would they both try to lick her pussy? Was it even possible? They were so close to each other that she wondered if their tongues would touch.

  Wash fell away as Rusk shoved him. Rusk’s lip curled into a snarl as his gaze met hers. With bits of amber firing in the brown depths of his eyes, he put his mouth to her pussy and sucked in her clit. She let out a scream as another orgasm built its way toward the threshold of her endurance.

  Wash skimmed his palm over her leg. He smiled at her, her juices glistening around his mouth. “Enough is enough.” Pushing against Rusk’s shoulder, he shoved his friend back.

  “Guys—” Whatever she’d thought she’d say was gone in the moment Wash put his face between her legs again.

  Her fingers dug into the ground beneath her as her body bucked and squirmed. Rusk’s tongue trailed along her leg’s crease, temptingly close to Wash’s head. Was Rusk daring Wash? Seeing Wash’s dark hair between her legs with Rusk’s head so close sent her over the edge again.

  If only they could both suck me off at the same time.

  She cried out, half in laughter, half in ecstasy as Wash pushed her closer to her climax.

  “Now, man. Do it now or get out of my way,” ordered a tortured-sounding Rusk.

  Wash grabbed her leg and pulled her onto her side. He moved upward, and as he did, he slid his wet cock along her leg. Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes. “Ready, baby?”

  “Yes.” How could he not know how much she needed to be fucked?

  His jaw tightened as he thrust his cock inside her pussy. The enormity of it caught her by surprise. Seeing and even touching his shaft before hadn’t prepared her for the depth and breadth of him. She clutched to his shoulders, finally finding the right place to sink her fingernails. He held her hip, keeping her to him as he thrust again and again into her.

  She still jolted when Rusk put his mouth to her asshole. His tongue felt cool against Wash’s hot cock plunging into her. “Please, Rusk.” She didn’t care if it hurt. She longed for the pain that would turn to pleasure.

  “Easy, darlin’.” His fingers replaced his tongue, scissoring into her, preparing her for his intrusion.

  She was caught between them, a prisoner of her own seduction. And yet, she wasn’t a damn bit sorry.

  Rusk’s cock against her butt crease warned her only moments before he slipped his cock inside her asshole. His entry did hurt, but it was quickly gone, replaced by the wonderful feeling of possession. They’d taken her over from the front and the back.

  The world around her disappeared. All that existed were the men of her dreams. Their hands, their tongues, their cocks filled her. She clung to Wash as she looked over her shoulder to Rusk and took his kiss. They treated her with just the right amount of roughness mixed with tenderness. A touch here, a kiss there, they gave her exactly what she needed.

  Her body came alive, calling out for their souls to bind with hers. Their bodies shone with sweat, their chests heaving as they dragged in hard-won breaths.

  The climax hit her, stunning her in its intensity. Ripping through her, it took away her ability to cry out. Instead, her vision blurred, and her mind swam. She held on to Wash and rode it out, the shudders pummeling along her body like a roaring tornado over the open prairie.

  Vaguely, she heard Wash come, followed soon by Rusk. Their hot seed filled her, one inside, the other against her spine. They held on to her, keeping her body captured between theirs as their bodies jerked through their orgasms. When at last she could take in a breath without much effort, she felt them fall away, going to their backs. She did the same as their hands sought each other’s bodies. It was as though they had to stay connected even if only with their fingertips.

  The blue, cloudless sky above her made her smile. She’d awakened sensing the day would be different, special. Had she known in her heart of hearts? Or had she only been hoping? Did it matter now?

  No. Nothing except being with Rusk and Wash matters.

  Suddenly, perhaps foolishly after what they’d just done, she needed to know everything about them. “Are you from around here?” She prayed they weren’t from out of state. Yet long-distance relationships sometimes worked. If the people involved did all they could to keep their relationship going.

  “We live in Twisted,” answered Wash. “And you?”

  “I’m from Lubbock.” Relief and happiness flooded her. If it wouldn’t have embarrassed her, she would’ve jumped up and danced around for the joy of it.

  “Is that where you grew up?” Rusk pinched her nipple. She slapped his hand away.

  “Born in Colorado, but I love it here. I’m a Texas girl through and through.”

  “Sounds like you plan on dying in Texas, too.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it. I like other places like Colorado and New Mexico, but Texas is home now. Lubbock’s a great town with lots of things to do.”

  “And what about kids? Is it a great town to raise kids in?”

  Where was Rusk going with the questioning? Yet, if she wanted answers from them, she’d have to be willing to give them answers, too. “Sure. I guess.”

  “Do you want kids?”

  She gave him a searching look. “Wow. We’re talking kids already? Dang, Rusk, if I didn’t know better, I�
�d expect you to put a ring on my finger.”

  When he didn’t laugh, didn’t even act surprised, she gave him an even harder questioning look. Could he really be thinking along the lines of marriage so soon? Could she?

  Yeah. Saying “I do” to them sounds pretty damn good.

  Holy shit.

  “What about a smaller town? Would you ever consider moving to a small town?”

  Now Wash was adding his questions. Although the questions unnerved her, she couldn’t help but be thrilled. “Do you mean a town like Twisted?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ve heard some strange stories about Twisted.”

  “Like what?” asked Rusk.

  He’d tried to make his tone light, but she still caught the tenseness behind it. “Like there are strange people living there. People who can turn into animals.”

  Unlike Rusk’s tense tone, Wash’s was genuinely lighthearted. “You don’t really believe that shit, do you? All small towns have stories around them. I’ve heard them, too, but trust me, the folks in Twisted are like you and me. Just good, regular people, through and through.”

  Did Rusk seem relieved? Maybe it would be better to change the subject. “What do you guys do for a living?”

  Rusk’s answer was slow in coming. Didn’t he want to tell her? What was going on with him?

  “We’re in the security business.”

  “As in night watchmen? Or as in hi-tech hackers?” She was half-kidding, hoping to joke the straight answer from him.

  “Kind of. What do you do besides hang out alone in the prairie?”

  Wash sidestepped her last question. Had his guard gone up, too? “I’m a freelance graphic designer. It’s what pays the bills, but my hobby, my second job, is being a survivalist instructor.”

  She stretched, loving the heat of the sun on her naked body. They should’ve gotten dressed, but then, who would see them, anyway?

  “Seriously?” Wash rolled onto his side. “So you really do know what you’re doing out here.”

  “Yeah. I do.” Why did men always find it surprising for a woman to be able to handle herself on her own?