Fighting For Their Mate (22 page)

“How about getting on your stomach and let us make you more comfortable?” Ford asked with as much innocence as he could muster.

She did that lip-biting thing again before she did as he suggested.

“We need to take off your pants.” Ford reached under her belly and undid the button on her jeans and even managed to lower the zipper without his bones cracking, but his imagination had entered the overload stage.

You remove her pants
, Ford telepathed.

Losing control, huh?
Ty smiled.

He’d eat crow.
Yes
.

As soon as Ty tugged her pants over her ass, Ty’s hair pushed through the back of his hands and his eyes lightened. His twin wasn’t any more immune than he was. Boy, were they a pair.

Ford placed a hip on the bed and ran a hand over her rear, dreaming of the day he could take her back there. “You are so beautiful. I’ve imagined this moment for days.”

She raised her arms over her head, crossed them, and rested her forehead on her wrists. “Me, too.”

But did she dream of him? Or of Ty? Or did she secretly want both?

Don’t do this to yourself.
Bailey will come around sooner or later—assuming he could keep his urges under control.

Ty crawled next to her. “You want to take off your top for me, honey? I need to reach your shoulders so I can rub them.”

Smart thinking to let her take some control
.

Ty tapped his head and smiled. Bailey rolled to the side. With her back to Ford, she slipped her shirt off then removed her bra. As she lay back down, he caught a glimpse of her perfect breasts. The talons ripped through his fingers.

Ty scowled at him.
Ford! Think bad thoughts
.

I can’t help it.

Try. For Bailey.

Ford closed his eyes and inhaled, and as he ran tomorrow’s mission through his mind, his body slowly calmed. Making love with Bailey should be about what she wanted, not about his mating hormones.

When his pulse slowed, he opened his eyes.
How about you take the top and I’ll start with her feet?

Will you admit that I’m the stronger brother?
Ty winked.

Don’t push it.
Ford stood and moved to the end of the bed. “Would you like me to massage your feet?” He lifted one foot.

“Yes. I love foot massages.”

He’d guessed correctly. As he ran his thumb along her instep, Ty knelt next to her and rubbed her back and shoulders. The moans started out soft and slow, but within minutes, she was almost purring.

“That’s it, Ford,” she said. “Right there. Yeah. Oh, yeah.”

Their woman had no idea what her little moans were doing to him. Once he finished with her feet, he, too, knelt on the bed and went to work on her calves. Spreading her legs wide, he closed his eyes and kneaded the warm flesh for a few minutes before moving to her thighs, but his thoughts remained zeroed in on her sweet pussy.

“How are you doing, little one?”

“Good. I’m so relaxed, I might fall asleep.”

He could rest assured that she wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon.

B
ailey shouldn’t be this content. The foot massage and shoulder rub had shut down her defenses. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever pictured herself on a bed with two of the hottest men she’d ever known. Not only that, these men doted on her, thought she was hot shit, pretty, and sexy.

So why am I so hesitant to make love to both? Is it because I’m a Congressman’s daughter? Or because I’m the sensible one in the family, and sensible women don’t engage in sex with two men unless she’s loose—which I am not.

Bailey was so confused. Why did something that was touted as being so wrong seem so right? If the world knew about these wonderful men, they’d accept her being with them both.

Aw, hell
. The old phrase, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” seemed to apply. Rome in this case was the world of the werewolf. She was their mate and as such belonged to them. Had the circumstances been different, they would have taken her out to the movies, and then to dinner, or maybe had her go for a spin on their motorcycle—assuming they rode them. They’d go to parties where she’d meet their friends. And then they’d fall in love.

They were twins and often thought alike. The fact they could communicate telepathically implied they were almost one. So, in essence, even when she was with two, she was kind of with only one. She inwardly smiled at her logic—flawed though it might be.

The men said they’d stop if she asked, and Bailey believed them. The problem was that Ford was moving dangerously close to her pussy, and she didn’t want him to stop. Even though she still had on her panties, she could smell her arousal.

To hell with it. Tomorrow was the most critical part of the mission. It was her duty to relax them, right?

“How about I roll over and you massage the rest of me?”

“Only if you want to, baby,” Ty said.

She flipped over and the sight before her stunned her. Both men were naked. “How did you undress without me knowing?”

“We’re faster than greased lightning,” Ty said.

Ty always could make her laugh. “Okay, Mr. Greased Lightning, turn me into mush in one second.”

Their eyes suddenly glowed. She’d been joking, but both men seemed to take her challenge seriously. Ford dropped onto his stomach, slipped off her panties in one tug, and then dragged his velvety tongue across her needy slit. Her whole body exploded with need. It had been so long since she’d made love that she’d underestimated her level of desperation. She lifted her hips for more contact. “That feels so good.”

Tyson stretched alongside her, turned her face toward him, and captured her mouth. His drugging kiss spiraled her higher. She darted her tongue in, enjoying every crevice. He then went to town on her. All the while Ford was nipping at her clit. The friction and tension was almost too much. Why was she so wanton? Was it because she was destined to be with them?

Without breaking contact, Tyson dragged his lips sensuously down her chin and over her throat. “I love how you smell, how you taste.”

If she’d been able to speak, she would have responded. Not only was she overcome with passion by what Tyson was doing, Ford’s licking created a riot of chaos from her toes to her head. The electric pulses pricked every part of her body causing lust to swamp her. She reached down and grabbed his shoulders, kneading the taut muscle, thrilled at his strength.

Tyson slipped lower and nabbed a pebbled nipple in his mouth. The first tug nearly sent her over the edge. His tongue circled the tip, then twirled and licked it until the peak swelled. His fingers encased her other breast and he rolled it around, pressing it upward and inward.

One man was torture enough, but two took her to new heights. Then Ford had the nerve to plunge a finger into her hole, clearly wanting to remind her of what she’d been missing.

Bailey lifted her hips. “Need more.”

Tyson kissed her forehead. “Want to get on your elbows and knees for me?”

She didn’t care why or who’d asked her. All she cared about was what would happen next. “Yes.”

As Bailey assumed the position, Ford slid in front of her. Oh, my. His cock was glistening and she couldn’t wait to suck on him, to drive him crazy like he’d done to her. All thoughts of that evaporated when Tyson climbed behind her. Anticipation swelled. He leaned over her back and captured her breasts again, squeezing them for a moment before releasing them.

“I can’t get enough of these, baby.”

“Show me.”

Tyson laughed. He placed his rigid cock against her opening and twirled her nipples. When he didn’t enter, she grabbed Ford’s cock and drew it to her mouth. Touching two men was heady, powerful, and so unimaginable. Bailey banished all doubt that she shouldn’t be doing this. Living in the here and now was the right thing to do.

Stretching her lips around Ford’s wide cock, she tightened her grip on the bottom half, certain she couldn’t suck on all of him at once. He tasted earthy, just the way she liked it. As she swirled her tongue around his length, Tyson lowered his hands to her hips and drove into her like he was staking his claim. Her mind blanked as arousal licked her veins, and as heat engulfed her, passion swirled.

“You gonna suck on it, little girl, or what?” Ford’s voice cracked.

She’d been so enthralled with what Tyson was doing that she’d lost focus. Being with both men was so hard. With renewed concentration, Bailey drew him into her mouth and pumped fast.

“That’s it, girl. Harder. Faster.”

As if Tyson was the one to follow Ford’s direction, he plunged into her again and again. His cock hit about a zillion erotic nerves and she had to work not to open her mouth and scream. The pressure built and she clamped down on Tyson’s length.

He moaned. “Careful there. What did I say about doing that?”

He hadn’t said anything—at least not today.

On sensory overload, she tried to keep it together as twisting flames of passion consumed her. Desperate now, she sucked hard on Ford’s dick. Dollops of cum tinged her tongue. He was close, but she was closer.

Tyson growled as his cock banged against her womb. She might have been able to hold off if he hadn’t slipped his hand down her belly and rubbed her engorged clit. His touch set off an orgasm with a chain reaction. Wave upon wave of delicious desire cascaded over her.

She reached out for Ford’s sac, and the moment her fingers touched his balls his cock exploded. She had to swallow quickly to take in all of his hot seed. Before she could lick him clean, he pulled out, his breath ragged.

Tyson’s sharp talons dug into her skin and what came out of his mouth sounded like a howl. His cum blasted her and his cock stretched her wide, tossing her over the climactic cliff once more. Having more than one orgasm had never happened before.

Tyson pulled out and she collapsed onto the bed, certain she’d never move again. But seconds later, he rolled her over and cleaned her up.

Ford patted her belly. “Get dressed. We have work to do.”

“You can’t be serious. Let me catch my breath first.” Didn’t they realize how momentous the experience had been for her?

He laughed then tossed her clothes on top of her. Apparently not. “I’ll be happy to dress you if you’re too tired.”

While Ford had just climaxed, from the size of his cock right now, he was ready to take her. She didn’t need to have his hands all over her or she might give in. “I’m good.”

She totally got that they had to plan for Tatum’s release tomorrow because it was important that everyone be on the same page. Cam had said it would take precise timing to pull this off.

She drew on her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. “Aren’t you going to ask Cam and Spence to come over?”

“In a minute,” Ford said. “While I’m sure nothing will happen in the next week while we’re heading south, I’d feel better if you had some fighting skills.”

She had no idea why she found that funny, but she burst out laughing. “Are you kidding? The only people who might come after us are werewolves. Need I remind you that these enhanced creatures can’t die by ordinary means? While Brad and Tom don’t compare to you two physically, they are still big men who could squish me.”

“Stand up.”

Ford acted like this was important to him, so she rose to her feet. “Okay, now what?”

“Take three steps toward me.”

One, two, three
.

“Ty is going to step behind you and grab you around the neck—loosely, of course. I want you to try to get out of his hold. Remember, you can’t hurt him, but be careful not to harm yourself.”

She rolled her eyes, but she’d play along. Because she was prepared for what he was going to do, the second he reached around her, she elbowed him in the stomach and lifted her foot to stomp on his instep. While her blows connected, they didn’t seem to have an effect on him. His arm tightened around her neck. Instinctively, she grabbed his arm with both hands. He gently pulled her back and she’d have lost her balance if Tyson hadn’t let go.

Well, that wasn’t fun. “See? I’m a helpless victim.”

“No, you aren’t. Watch me and Ty. We’ll do it in slow motion.” She stepped back. “Ty, turn your back to me.” He did. “As soon as Ty senses me, the first thing he’s going to do is bend his knees for better balance and then he’ll try to squirm out of my hold. Being the more talented brother, I’m not going to let him get away.”

“All is not lost, however,” Ty added. “If I shrug my shoulders and tilt my head, he can’t reach my neck. If I’m fast enough, I can lift my hands to block his arm from getting near. Then when he tries, I’ll jab him in the eye. My goal here is to temporarily distract him.”

That made a lot of sense. “What if a man approaches me?”

“Let’s try it,” Ford said once Tyson stepped out the way.

He reached out for her, and she ducked, batting away his hands. Unfortunately, he nabbed her a second later and put her in another headlock. She sagged in his arms.

“You see. I can’t do it.”