Arielle and the Three Wolves (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

“The market’s opened,” Kyle announced, and he became quiet. He concentrated on the motion of the chart on his computer.

Many questions came to Arielle. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him a few of them, but she decided against it. She kept her silence and trusted in his judgment. He was under enough pressure without her over his shoulder and a dozen questions to answer. It would be the same as when she operated on an animal if she had the owner stand behind her and ask what she was doing in the operation. She had too much respect for Kyle to go down that road. She felt calm and looked back out the window and was content to wait. She fetched her e-reader out of her bag and downloaded an e-book to pass the time.

An hour passed. She looked up across the table at him and saw a fine band of sweat on his brow. The market made him work for the money. “How are you doing?” she asked him quietly.

“We’re in the market now,” he told her. “But the market turned down this morning. This is a rough patch.”

She got up from her chair and went over to him. From behind she put her arms on his shoulders and looked down at the screen. The chart moved in a zigzag fashion. She placed her chin on top of his head and watched for a minute. “I’m not worried,” she told him.

He glanced back at her and took up her hand. He had never held her hand before. It felt warm and strong. He gave her a squeeze, and she squeezed back.

“It’s almost lunchtime. Do you want anything?” she asked.

“Just some more coffee.”

“Coming right up.”

She went back to the counter of the coffee shop. A midday crowd had started to gather, but in a small place like this it never got too big. She ordered Kyle’s coffee and got them each a club sandwich. She explained to the girl behind the counter that her boyfriend needed to use the shop’s wireless and that they would be there for several more hours. The girl gave her a friendly small-town smile and told her that would be fine.

Arielle paid for her purchase and returned to their corner table and set his coffee and sandwich down to the side of the laptop. “Try and eat something,” she told him and curled back up in her chair to eat lunch and watch the traffic pass the motor lodge outside.

“Thanks, Arielle,” he said but was distracted by his chart.

Arielle got involved in her e-book again and was able to finish it. She took a few moments to watch Kyle. He was so intent on the computer screen he didn’t even know she was watching him. He was so handsome and so strong. But more than that, he was a good honest man. She had complete faith in his ability. He just had to succeed.

The afternoon passed. Arielle refilled Kyle’s coffee twice more. She switched away from the coffee because too much would make her jumpy and ordered a fruit juice from the overhead menu. She had just found another e-book on her e-reader and got it downloaded. She was only about ten pages into it.

Suddenly Kyle let out a loud whoop. Arielle looked up at him, startled. So did the other six patrons of the coffee shop. The sound Kyle made was a call of triumph. He looked over the rim of the laptop and caught her eye.

She set aside her e-reader and gave him an expectant smile. The anticipation of the moment nearly killed her. Kyle jumped up from his chair, and Arielle got up with him. He came to her and picked her up in his arms, her feet left the floor, and he pulled her to him for an embrace. His lips sought hers out and she let him give her a long kiss that lingered. When he finally broke the kiss, she couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t put her down. He touched his cheek to hers and continued to kiss along her neck and shoulder. She held onto him with all of her strength and accepted each touch he had to give her.

“We did it!” he exclaimed.

This time she was the one to kiss him, and they kissed each other long and hard in the middle of the coffee shop. For the moment none of the other six patrons or the girl behind the counter existed for them. They were the only two people in the whole world. This was the wettest kiss Arielle had ever experienced, but probably the warmest and the best.

“You did it, Kyle,” she said, and felt the tears come to her eyes as she looked down at him. Her feet still hovered a foot off the floor as he held her against him. She wrapped her legs around him for support and held on.

He set her down but did not release her from his grip. He bent to her and whispered in her ear. “Wait here for me. I’m going to get a room for us at the lodge across the street.”

She wasn’t even sure she had heard him right. His voice was so low and husky, his manner so direct. He was gone before she knew it, and she was left alone. She stared out the window and watched him run across the street. With nothing else to do, she sat back down at their table. She bit her lower lip and frowned.

Had she heard him right? His sudden triumph over the market had placed him so out of character from the Kyle she had known. But then did she really know Kyle at all? She didn’t know anything about him other than he was Jason’s handsome younger brother. She had only known him for two days.

He was pushing his luck with her. She had already lent him her life savings. Now he asked to take her to bed in the motel across the street. This reminded her of Jason, and she smiled. He was a man who always got what he wanted. At least he always got what he wanted from her. She wondered if it was because they were so strong or because she was so weak.

There were butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know if she should go with him. She really didn’t think it was such a good idea. She already was involved in a sexual relationship with a man. Never in her life had she been involved with two men at the same time. She had always looked down rather judgmentally on woman who did this. But she had agreed to submit to these men, all three of them. That is why she had taken time off her job, and that is why she had gone to live at their ranch for two weeks. They said they wanted her as their mate. That was something more serious than what she had in mind. She had come here to continue her kinky game of submission to Jason and his every desire.

She had come to these men to have sex with them because she felt it was what they wanted from her and that it would make them happy. Yet they had upped the stakes on her. Now they wanted more than just her body. They wanted the rest of her life.

She sighed at the silly way her mind worked. She would go to bed with Kyle. The two of them had become far too close over the last two days. He had become her friend. She readjusted her position in the chair. She was still nervous, but now she recognized the start of anticipation.

When she looked back up, Kyle stood next to her and he held a room key. “Are you ready to go?” he asked.

She looked up at his handsome face and his kind eyes. “Yes,” she told him simply, but she knew there was conviction behind her voice.

He took her by the arm, and they left the coffee shop. He escorted her across the street. There was no traffic, and they quickly jogged across. She felt so small next to him as he escorted her. He was so big. Her nerves increased at the same time as her anticipation.

“I got us a room at the end,” he told her. He seemed proud of his acquisition.

“Okay,” she said and nodded. She couldn’t have cared less where there room was. This was it. She was actually about to go through with it. She was a lot braver than she ever thought, and a lot more foolish.

The room was dark. The blinds over the front window were pulled against the day, and when Kyle shut the door behind them, there was no light. The small bed in the center of the room was prominent. Arielle placed her shoulder bag down on the side table.

Kyle wasted no time now that he had her alone. They needed no more words between them. She had agreed, and she wanted this. She was his for the duration of their stay in this motel room. The wild animal side of him, the shifter side that reminded her so much of Jason, had emerged. He took her in his arms. This time when he kissed her it was on the lips and hard. She opened her mouth to him and let his tongue inside. Her hands were on his chest, and she felt lost against his huge size. He pressed her body against his and took control as the Wildback brothers were so good at. Beneath his jeans she could feel his erect cock pressed against her stomach.

Her heart began to pound. His hands had worked their way inside her jeans. “We need to get these off you,” he told her.

“Okay.”

He pressed her down into a seated position on the edge of the bed. He knelt down before her on the floor and claimed her mouth for another kiss. She sighed into it and let herself relax and start to enjoy. It was unmistakable what he communicated to her. She was his, and she belonged to him. If possession was nine-tenths of the law, he had the law on his side at that moment.

He undid the snap at the top of her jeans. He started to rush. She smiled at him and held him off for a minute. She bent to get her boots. “We need to get these things off me first,” she told him.

She slid the cowgirl boot down her right leg, and he took over the one on her left. They had both boots and her socks removed from her feet in the next minute. He looked into her eyes through the dark. She gave him another smile. It was okay. She willed him to keep on.

He pushed her back onto her elbows on the bed and took her jeans back in his hands. He ripped the zipper down to its base. His hands went under her, and she raised her hips to make his job easier. He bunched both her jeans and panties in his fingers. They were removed together. It was just as well the panties she had chosen to wear that morning weren’t very sexy. She hadn’t known she would have sex today when she dressed that morning.

She raised her legs in the air, and he took them off. Her bottom half was naked. Her legs half–parted, he stood back and watched her as he fumbled with his own jeans. She felt a flush of embarrassment suffuse her as she caught the look on his face. Unless she was badly mistaken, he liked what he saw down there. Her naughty inner demons got the better of her flushed-face embarrassment, and she spread her legs some more for him.

He still rushed. He didn’t bother with his pants, only the zipper in front. He struggled for a full two minutes to bring his cock out. She watched him and held her legs apart. At last he got a grip on his cock, and it sprang out the front of his jeans. Oh my! Arielle thought. She couldn’t take her eyes from him.

He was on top of her in the next second. Her legs spread wide around his hips. “I need you now,” he told her breathlessly.

“I know,” she whispered back to him.

She held him by his shoulders and lay back on top of the covers of the motel room bed. His right hand was between her thighs and guided his cockhead to her entrance. Her pussy was wet when he got himself inserted into her. It was a good thing, too. He was honest when he told her he needed her. He was in her deep, hard, fast. At first an uncomfortable stretch of her pussy muscles made her grimace. Fortunately her pussy’s lubrication took care of the friction between his cock and her inner walls. He filled her. She felt it all the way into her stomach. She repositioned her legs around his body to try and get comfortable.

As he fucked her body, he tortured her with fleeting kisses along her neck. Then he moved to her chin. He bypassed her lips this time and kissed his way up her face to her forehead. She listened to him grunt and groan as he shoved into her again and again.

“I really needed this from you, Arielle,” he told her, his voice ragged with the strain of his thrusting hips.

“I know you did,” she told him again, and reached up and brushed his hair back off his forehead as he hovered over her on the bed.

“Your pussy feels so good. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Oh, God, that feels good.”

He closed his eyes and grunted as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her pussy had now started to grow used to the invasion. Her vaginal walls had learned to relax and accommodate him. She let him ride her. The heels of her feet tapped his buttocks through his jeans, and she gripped his shoulders in her palms. His hips slammed into her body. Her pussy had never felt so small. She could barely accommodate all of him. The springs of the mattress complained under the heaving weight of their joined bodies.

She enjoyed the look on his face as he rode her. The strain of their fuck accentuated his prominent features. His eyes were closed, and she could take inventory of the folds and lines of his face, the stubble of his whiskers, the determined set of his jaw. He grimaced again as he got closer. She enjoyed the fact that he enjoyed her. He was a good and honest man, and now he gave her a good and honest fuck. There hadn’t been any foreplay, but in a way the whole day had been foreplay. Now there was just the fuck, hard and deep. He prolonged it for them, and she appreciated that.

Last week at this same time she had let Jason fuck her just as long and just as hard. Now it was Kyle’s turn. What had happened to her? Had these shifter brothers turned her into a full-fledged slut? A part of her was shocked at her behavior and looked down at it despairingly. Surely this couldn’t be who she was. But her body called her mind out of its reverie. There would be time for that later, time for self-recrimination and guilt. Now her belly had gotten warm. All too warm. It was delicious. She closed her eyes and held him tighter. She beckoned him with her feet on his butt to do it to her harder. He complied quite nicely, and the warmth in her belly began to spread. Her pussy could take his assault no longer. Her muscles contracted, and there was almost a moment of pain. She let out a cry as it caught her by surprise. For a second she lost control of her body and just had to let it have its way with her as Kyle had his way with her pussy. She tensed up, and her breath hitched in her throat. She needed relief from this so goddamn bad. She shut her eyes tight. Every muscle in her body squirmed and fought. Just go with it, she told herself, just let it happen.

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