The Lion, the Leopard and the Wolf (4 page)

“Thanks, you’ve already been more of a help than you could know.”

He turned to leave. There was a story in that too, he suspected.

* * * *

“Hi, Celia. I’m returning your call. What’s up?” She opened the note Aaron left her, read the lodges’ invitation to spend an added week on them for her trouble, and distractedly listened when Celia answered.

“Nathan came back and took all his stuff out today. Whenever you decide to come back, your apartment is all yours again and p.s. I had the locks changed.”

The previous pain Mac felt barely registered now. Instead what she did feel was mostly relief.

“Are you there? Did you hear what I said? Mac?”

“Yes, thanks. You’re a good friend. Have I ever told you that?”

“Sure. And we’re more than friends. We’re blood. You’d have done the same for me. Who was the hunk who answered the phone earlier? Is he as hot as his voice is? He had me thinking slow, sweet sex, and he only said ‘hello’.” Celia giggled. Her laugh was contagious.

“It must be something, because he does the same thing to me. And yes, he is as cute, no, even cuter than he sounds. Get this, he’s the lodge owner, well, one of them. He and his equally gorgeous business partner are old military buddies. There are two of them. One hotter than the other. Did you plan this?”

“You’re kidding. Two? If I had planned it, I’d sure as hell be there with you. What do you think?”

“Anyway, thanks for arranging this week. You’re the best aunt a girl could want. You emptied my house of my excess baggage, the fiancé, called in to work for me and arranged a week off at a quiet ski lodge overrun with great-looking guys. This place is full of male eye candy everywhere you look. Where did you find that brochure anyway?”

“Don’t you worry about it. How’s the skiing?”

“Well, there was a little problem.”

“What problem? I arranged everything.”

“When I arrived...I sort of sprained my ankle in the hallway. Well, it’s not really sprained, just twisted a bit. I have to stay off it for a few days. Oh, yeah and the doctor is cute too, so it wasn’t a big hardship letting him examine me.” Her voice dropped to a sexy whisper. “He was really thorough, too. Since then, I’ve been hanging out in the bar with the owners who feel guilty about me tripping on the rug.”

“You tripped over a rug, and you’re stuck with all that great looking testosterone, not to mention guilt-ridden hunky owners? The one with the slow sex for hours, maybe days, voice?”

“Yup, that would be the situation as it stands.” Mac knew she sounded way too pleased with the circumstances and couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

Celia sounded suspicious. “You didn’t want to ski this weekend anyway, did you?”

Mac laughed. “You got me there. I’m over my old fear, but I guess Grandpa is rolling in his grave having me for a namesake. You know me too well. The bar, the fireplace and a good book are just what I need. Oh, not to mention the eye candy and the sexy ski lodge ownership is determined to pull me out of my sexual slump. I made the mistake of telling the one I’m off men, and now there seems to be a competition for which one can get me out of my rut first. I’ve got to admit they’re making me rethink my position.”

“Really? What about your old sexual fantasy? You know?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You know...? Two great looking guys, two men to make slow sensual love to you? Don’t you remember wishing for that last month when we got drunk and shared our deepest, darkest secret sexual fantasies?”

“I d-don’t... Oh, my gawd. Did I actually tell you about it...out loud?”

“Yup. And I told you...well, never mind. If you don’t remember, I’m not telling you now.”

“Wait, it’s coming back to me...I think. Ah, something about chains, bondage, multiple partners, a little spanking? Right?”

“Okay, so you remember. I suggest if you get a chance to fulfill your fantasy, take it, babe. I sure would. You may not get another chance. Live every day as if it’s your last.”

“Thanks, I think. What kind of a comment is that? Do you know something I don’t? Am I dying? Are you?”

“Ha, ha, ha. No.” Celia sounded un-amused. “Go for it is all I meant. You’ve wasted enough time with that loser who didn’t appreciate or ever satisfy you. Now it’s your turn for fulfillment. If you can grab it, take it. Don’t look back, my darling.”

“Thanks.” Mac decided to share a little. “I did.”

She told Celia about the kissing and the quick, sweet orgasm and had Celia cheering. “You go, girl. I’m in your corner.”

“One more thing? Will you call work for me to tell them I’ll be another week. Because of the accident, the guys have offered me a free week, to make up for this one. Maybe I’ll be well enough to ski by then.”

“I hope so. The guys and the slopes have something in common. You have to get back on the horse after you’ve been thrown. You’re doing well with the men so far, but you’ve got to get back on the slope, Mac.”

“I will. I promise. This tumble has just been a brief setback. I’ll work on the man problem while I’m recuperating. I don’t think the fantasy is going to become a reality though. These two aren’t the sharing kind.”

“Well, keep up the good work and call me with updates. I live vicariously through your life at the moment.”

“Bye for now.” Mac hung up and picked up her cane. She went into the bathroom to run a tub. She’d elevate her foot on the ledge while she bathed in the Jacuzzi tub, running the bubbler and jets. The doctor said the circulation would be good for the swelling.

Mac took off her clothes, looked at her full breasts and flaring hips and realized she had a body men admired. Why hadn’t it been enough for Nathan. If only he knew how many nights she longed for more from him, how many times she’d finished herself off with her vibrator. They just weren’t good for each other. In bed, he didn’t work for her, and she obviously didn’t work for him, but something about her appealed to Aaron and Trent. Oh, and the doctor seemed interested too.

Today Aaron had given her an orgasm, first orgasm that hadn’t been self-induced in eight months, without even physically penetrating her. Then he had not even taken time for his own pleasure.

Although she’d broken up with Nathan when she found him in their bed with his two new bedfellows, he’d left his stuff behind, refusing to completely move out. Thus the need for this vacation. After waiting six months to start over, she’d been truly fed up and over it when Celia offered to help.

There’d been no remorse in dumping him, except for the wasted time, the unfulfilled year. But, she kept the engagement ring she’d paid for herself, and when she returned home, she planned to trade it in for some other piece of jewelry. A piece she hadn’t decided on yet. Maybe a jewel studded...

She’d gone out and had her labia pierced soon after breaking it off with Nathan.
Not sexually adventurous my ass!
Adventure was going to become her middle name. Aaron had been surprised today when he discovered it. Pleasantly surprised, she could tell. She hadn’t told anyone about it—not even Celia. It had been like a right of passage. She was determined to experience sexual freedom for herself. When she pleasured a man in the future, it would also be for her own pleasure. She hadn’t expected to start so soon.

Today had thrown her off-guard. Thinking about sex had her insides clenching. The bubbles in the water caressed her body, teasing her sensitive skin. She brought herself close to one of the jets and let it beat against her clit. The sensation built the internal heat again. Her internal muscles spasmed, aching to grip something thick and hard.

She opened her eyes and looked into the dark, passionate expression on Trent’s face, while he watched her arousal. He stood over her with burning hunger seared across his face.

With a voice so rough she could hardly decipher the words through his pleading tone, he offered, “Let me help, please.” He squatted beside the tub, sitting on the side step, and reached into the water. He kissed her, ravishing her mouth as his hand cupped her breast. The texture of his rough palm grazing over her soft nipples felt exquisite. The tips puckered, begging for attention, and he nuzzled her breast with his rough bearded jaw. He took the first nipple in his mouth and nipped gently, then licked it until she wanted to scream.

She shocked herself by allowing him to kiss her and touch her the way he did with his fingers. He wouldn’t allow her move away from the jet where she’d positioned her clit. The pulsing water continued its magic as the man performed his with his talented mouth and hands.

Mac thought she would explode when Trent reached down past her clit and reached for her bar. He tugged gently and smiled a predatory grin as he watched her arousal. “I want to watch you come,” he growled low, guttural and harsh. “Come for me the way you came for him. No. Come harder. Come, baby, come,” he urged as his hands and mouth seemed to be all over her body at once.

The bubbles tingled over her. The jets thumped a pulsing beat everywhere they touched as the man encouraged her orgasm, pinching her nipples, tweaking her clit, and sliding three thick fingers deep inside her slit, testing her opening. Then he pressed his big thumb deep into her folds and stuck the tip of his forefinger into her rear passage. She came screaming his name, over and over as he watched. Satisfaction bloomed over his face.

“That’s right, baby—Trent. Trent gave you this pleasure and don’t you forget it.” He took her lips again, plunging inside with his tongue, stroking her mouth with a promise before he left the room.

When he closed the door behind him, Mac let out a groan she hadn’t known she held back and let her head roll back against the tub. As she tried to catch her breath, the internal spasms continued, letting up slowly. Every cell in her body balanced on a precarious sexual ledge, as if waiting for the next sensual assault. Within a few seconds, her muscles turned to soft mush and not an ounce of tension remained in her body.

So maybe this competitive thing between the two men isn’t such a bad thing,
Mac decided. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing for her so far.

Instead of finishing her bath, she got out of the tub, wrapped the huge fluffy towel around her and limped across the room to the suite door and double latched it. She needed some rest if she planned to meet them tonight. Her body still burned hot from her bathtub encounter. She’d never had a man penetrate her anal opening before. It felt strangely satisfying, similar to the first time she ever had sex. The tight stretching sensation sent chills through her. Goosebumps had covered every inch of her skin before she’d erupted. That’s exactly what happened to her in the bath. Mac knew Trent studied her reactions, watching every nuance dance across her face, wanting to please her like she’d never been pleased before...and man, had he!

Two fantastic orgasms in one afternoon, and she hadn’t even had sexual intercourse with anyone. What would fucking them be like if not fucking them was this good? She giggled at the naughty thought. The excitement of anticipation thundered through her, making her cunt wet all over again. Maybe that was their purpose in the visits. If so, it had worked. Even though Trent’s intensity intimidated her a little, she wasn’t really afraid of him.

A wolf. Aaron called him a wolf. Yes, a predator. Trent reminded her of a predator when he practically demanded the orgasm out of her. She rather liked that type of command from a man. And Aaron had coaxed and cajoled the first, tricking her into kissing him, teasing her into his touch. Yes, if there was justice in years of hapless unsatisfying sex, these two men were her reward.

Being naked under the down comforter with her skin rubbing sensually against the soft material made her envision the men on the bed surrounding her. She closed her eyes and thought of Aaron’s mouth licking her nipple as she touched the other one herself. He’d grow iron hard and huge watching her. In her mind, Trent cupped her mound, pushing first one, then two and finally three fingers inside her. She touched her clit and massaged the sensitive nub.

Maybe she could get this out of her system before they all met tonight. She increased the speed on the nub, and tweaked her nipple, still imagining the feeling of Aaron’s mouth traveling over her body while Trent’s thick fingers pushed rhythmically into her cunt.

She wanted to open her eyes and see their faces looking down at her, but knew that would be impossible. Here in her bed she imagined what she really wanted as her body spurred forward toward completion.

She turned to her side and imagined herself straddling one leg over Aaron’s hip as he penetrated her with his big hard cock.

Like the wolf he was, Trent approached her from behind, his mouth on her neck holding her in place. With his one hand on her breast, the other played with her bar, nudging her clit. Aaron had his one hand on her ass, squeezing her cheek as Trent pounded into her cunt, continuing his even thrusting movements, pumping rapidly behind her, undaunted by his friend’s cock pressed deeply inside her channel.

Her fingers tangled in her bar, and she came hard as she imagined Aaron spurting into her while he held her face in his hand. Reaching down to a beaded nipple, she tugged. In her mind, Aaron pulled her by the hair and leaned into her to take a deep open-mouthed kiss as he plunged his cock against Trent’s, divided only by her membrane. Mac felt her skin ready to erupt when she visualized Trent’s cock twitching with desire inside her, then convulsing with the next pump, and releasing his seed, filling her. She plunged over the edge again, just as she imagined Trent had.

When she opened her eyes she was alone, and once more satisfied with her long-time fantasy. At least now she had faces to place with her fantasy men.

Both men would be horrified to know where her thoughts had taken them, and what she had imagined they did to each other and her in her fantasy. It made her laugh to think about grim Trent with Aaron’s hand on his ass and his tongue down his throat.

God, she wanted to touch them. Lick them. She wanted to taste their cocks on her lips, and she wanted to feel them pulse until they ejaculated into her mouth. She had never wanted that with anyone else, not like she wanted it with them. Something about their scent made her hungry, and something about the way they tasted made her want more.