Jungle Freakn' Bride (35 page)

“Mostly land purchases. We’re trying to get enough together that we’ll always have a place to roam in case we need to abandon our ancestral places.”

“Tribesmen my ass,” she grumbled, but thankfully not in an angry voice. “So
how
many acres do you own?”

“
A few thousand hectares, not all of it adjoining unfortunately.”

Carlie sucked in a breath. “Unbelievable.
”

“
Our apartment
,
though
,
isn’t on our land
,
but in the city where we have our offices.”

“An apartment and an office. Anything else
I should know
?
Ski chalet in the alps? Time shares in
Cuba
?
” she asked in a tight voice.

“
No, but we did recently buy a
n espresso machine. But I think we’re out of cream,” Acat murmured, his lip
s
quirking at the corner.

As they kept dropping the bombshells and dispelling her view of them as simple tribesman,
Chaob expected he
r
to erupt in violence.
He waited for he
r
to y
ell
or h
it them. Something.
She did nothing. H
ands folded in her lap, Carlie said not one more word
,
n
ot even when they pulled up outside the modern
glass and cement
building housing their penthouse apartment.
She barely looked around at the plush lobby or the ornate elevator that zoomed them up
to the top floor
.

Stepping into the high
-
ceilinged space with its wall of windows, she cocked her head for just a moment before asking, “Where’s the biggest shower?”

Chaob no sooner pointed than off went the clothes, and she was gone, a golden streak of flying hair and tanned body heading straight for the hot water.

“She took that better than expected.”

“I don’t like it.” Acat glowered.

“We are giving her what she wanted.”

“She hates lies
,
and this
—
”
Acat gestured around him
. “
—
was a big one by omission.”

“True
,
a
nd while I’d really like to stand her discussing what she might be thinking or not, the only thing I can think of is she’s currently naked in a hot shower.”
It was a race to see who moved faster after that.
They almost got wedged in the door in their eagerness to see.
Despite their jostling for position, h
e and Acat stared at
Carlie’s
gleaming, wet body a moment later. Not that she noticed or cared, her face tilted into the hot spray.

“I take it the accommodations are satisfactory,” Acat asked dryly
when she kept pretending not to notice them.

She cocked one eye open.
“They’ll do. But, this shower is rather big for only one person.
” Not for long.

It took them only moments to join her, a
steaming, slick orgy of bodies, skin sliding on skin. Hands roaming.
Thank
G
od they’d had a tankless
hot water unit
installed.
They were in there awhile.

*

Carlie expected anger to hit her any minute. How could it not? She’d just discovered her wild warriors – of the tiny
loincloth
s – not only had a secret life outside the jungle, they had a better one than the life she’d left behind. Or at least more luxurious.

When she’d seen the piece of crap on four wheels they expected to take them into town, she’d wondered what to expect.
She’d had pretty low expectations
,
actually. Then they nonchalantly tossed the tidbit about owning land, and lots of it. It was then, as she rubbed the soft material of the dress
,
still with the tag on it – more pesos than she would have thought to pay – she started to grasp just how much she misjudged her mates
,
j
ust how much they’d fooled her.

Ensconced in their penthouse, the height of luxury around her, she had to wonder, where was the anger?
She should have yelled at them for…what? Being rich
and b
ringing her to the city like she asked
?
Get for mad f
or soaping her and letting their lips travel her body with no care for their own needs, just hers
?
Always hers.

She’d gotten what she wanted
,
a
chance to leave the jungle. She had two men insistent on worshipping her.
Exactly what more did she want
,
other than an excuse? She didn’t want an excuse to stop them or leave. She wanted to stop fighting.

So no anger. Just pure, unadulterated bliss.
She sighed, face tilted in the hot spray as Acat caught her from behind, his lips, hard yet so gentle, teased the skin of her neck. Nipping, his arm curved around her, his hand cupping her mound, pressing against her in a way he knew drove her wild
.

“
I’ve dreamt of you in this shower,” he murmured in her ear.

“
And how did you take me?” she asked, rotating her buttocks slowly, loving the feel of him, hard and long, nestled
just below the folds of her sex, rubbing slowly against her lips.

“
I sit here.” Acat parked himself onto a bench built into the shower, legs splayed slightly. He tugged her, keeping her facing away. She caught Chaob’s gaze, his golden
,
smoldering gaze, and the lips
she wanted to kiss
quirked in a smile.
Down she sank, the tip of Acat’s cock piercing her.
She gasped, then trembled.
Further down she pushed, taking one man’s dick into her while she
lo
c
ked
eyes
with
another.
And what Chaob did…
s
he didn’t stare, but she didn’t need to know he stroked himself
,
c
ould picture it even without peering down. She quivered.

Acat grunted. “So tight.
” He draped her legs over his, exposing her and she broke
eye
contact with Chaob.
Oh
,
how far she sank onto Acat’s shaft in her new position.
She gripped his thighs with her fingers to brace herself.
Dropping to his knees, Chaob ended up lower than her
. He placed his hands over hers on her thighs, gave her a wicked grin
,
and dipped his head.

Good freakn’
G
od. He kissed her inner thigh.
Light, nipping kisses from the middle right to…
n
o, he skipped it! Started over again from the other side.

She moaned, rocking atop the cock nestled inside her, wantonly thrusting her hips, silently urging Chaob.
He skipped her clit again.
She almost screamed.
She grabbed his hair and tugged.

“Impatient, datura?”

“
Stop being such a tease,” she panted
,
a
fine thing to say when she could hear Acat groaning behind her as she squirmed atop his cock.
The decadence of her situation made her sex tighten.

A wet tip flicked out and lashed her clit.
“
Y
es!”
she hissed.
He did it again, and she yelled.
Again and again, Chaob licked her as she gyrated on the cock buried inside her pussy.
A
cat
wrapped an arm around her waist,
which she totally needed as the dual sensations overwhelmed her and she needed the help
to reach the pleasure hovering just out of reach.

Faster and faster, Acat bumped up into her. Wetter and quicker, Chaob tortured her clit until with a scream, her orgasm swept over her
, milking and squeezing, wringing her inside out
. A pleasure than wouldn’t stop as Acat joined her, the hot pulse of him expanding and contracting inside of her prolonging her bliss.

But it wasn’t over.
Chaob wanted a turn.
Standing her, he bent her so her hands hit the tiled wall. The hot water beat on her back and down the crevice of her ass, sluicing her throbbing pussy.

In slid Chaob with none of the franticness she’d expected. No, he stroked her slowly, each pump in to the hilt. He paused
once
there, pushing and swirling the tip until she caught her breath, then
he
withdrew.
He slip
ped
back in,
each new stroke
pressing more insistently against her sweet spot. Her arousal stirred back to life.
His hips rotated forward again, but this time
,
as he pressed the head of him against her g-spot, he reached around and pinched her clit.
She bucked
,
t
hen moaned as Acat
,
with his nimble fingers
,
caught her nipples and twisted.
A little bit of pain, a whole lot of pleasure, Chaob’s stroking motions quickened, the tugs on her erect buds
becoming
more insistent
,
t
he rub of her clit faster.

“Oh my
G
od!”
was her last coherent thought as she came.

Later, much later
,
while she recovered in a bed wit
h
the softest sheets imaginable, s
he wondered
in a dreamy kind of way
if the glass tile survived the scream of her second orgasm
.

She knew the first bed they’d tumbled into hadn’t.
And why did Chaob look so pleased she’d shred
ded
the sheets?

Over the next few weeks…

Life was perfect.
Or just about. Carlie got her wish to live in a city.
Even more awesome,
she got to keep her two lovers
, or was that
husbands
?
Whatever their title,
she couldn’t imagine living without
them
.

Yes, t
heir secret lives as businessmen did initially shock her, especially the first time she saw them in suits.
Jungle men in linen shirts, ties
,
and jackets shouldn’t ever look so delicious.
They did.
Of course, their outfits didn’t survive her first enthusiastic admiration of their new look, but they didn’t seem to mind.

It seemed money wasn’t much of an object, or at least she’d not hit any snags when they sent her shopping with her own credit card and the instructions to shop until she dropped while they hit the office.
She did
,
and
later
modeled some of her naughtier purchases for them.

None of those fragile lingerie pieces survived, but the memories…
o
h
G
od.
If she’d not known before, she knew now. She loved them.
Stupid
barbarians –
lied to her, controlled her, worshipped her, jerks.
How did that happen?
She couldn’t pinpoint how or when, but could no longer deny it.
I love their hairy
feline
asses.
She just never told them. Then again, it wasn’t as if they’d said the magic words
either
.
And why did she care if they did?

She’d had men claim they loved her and treat her like crap. She’d thought she loved a guy or two in her life.
What a joke. What she felt for those faceless entities didn’t come close to what consumed her where
Acat and Chaob were concerned.
She was never happie
r
than when she spent time with them.
So of course she made a point of going out often on her own.
She’d shop
, or h
ave lunch with others in her field also out this way studying the local ways.
However, as soon as she got in sight of the building, and then walked through that door and their smell hit her…