Morgan knew she was in somewhat of a daze, but she tried to converse with them anyway. “Yes. It was fine,” she told them shyly. Inside she thought how much more than fine it had really been. But better not to give all her secrets away to them and give them too big of egos.
“You guys have been really good to me,” she told them.
“You’ve been really good to us, too, baby,” Hunter whispered in her ear.
“You know this is only until Nathan gets back, right?”
“We understand,” Drake told her softly.
“Even knowing that you’re still going to be good to me?”
“As long as we’re here,” both men assured her as one.
* * * *
“We’ve found our home,” Drake told her one night after they’d made love.
“This isn’t even my home,” Morgan reminded him.
“I don’t mean the house,” he said and kissed her. “I mean you. You’re our home, Morgan. Wherever you are, that would be our home.”
The next three months were the most magical of Morgan’s life. Time didn’t seem to have any meaning. Every day was new. Morgan no longer worried. Her life was now full of hope and promise.
She had made the right decision to take the men into her house and into her bed.
They were teaching her things. She was learning about her body. Muscles she never knew she had before were now flexing with need and fulfillment. In bed, she tried things with the men she had never even thought to attempt in the past.
Hunter and Drake were accomplished lovers and wonderful teachers. They even taught her what it meant to be the mate of a shifter. Where in the past the whole shifting bit had intimidated and sort of scared her, now she understood it. With understanding came acceptance. She became grateful to have two shifters of such prowess in her life.
Normally she never allowed the men to make love to her at the same time. But most nights they ended up tag teaming her. Hunter would come first. When he was finished and rolled over on his back to go to sleep, Drake would join her. Often it was only minutes later.
Just when she thought her body was too exhausted and she couldn’t experience any more, Drake would hammer between her legs and bring her to the brink once more.
It wasn’t only the sexual intimacy. The three of them became close. They shared everything. Each little touch or glance with one of her guys took on meaning and brought her happiness.
During this period, she had time to concentrate on her art. She spent long hours in her studio. There was an art fair coming up in Wolf Creek at the end of October, and she had half a dozen paintings that were going to be up for sale. She was pleased with her work and thought just maybe she had the talent to make it as a full-time artist.
Late one night she was in her studio, putting the finishing touches on a gently flowing brook that ran past the end of her property. The brook ran in a straight line for a little while, and then some fallen rocks split it into three paths and the thin stream of water began surging. She was trying to capture both the peace of the straight line stream and the wild abandon after it got broken up.
She mused this was rather like the course of her own life over the past year. First there had been the peace and security of her relationship with Nathan. Then that had been broken up, and next came the rough struggle with her two new men.
The painting was coming along nicely. She thought it would be ready for sale at the art fair by month’s end.
When she looked up from her easel, Hunter was standing in the doorway watching her work. The men rarely came to her studio when she was working. They respected her private space, and she was grateful for it.
“How long have you been there?” she asked him.
“I don’t know. I just like watching you work.” A strange glint shone from his eyes, and he moved forward to her.
He bent and kissed her, not just a kiss but a ravaging of her lips that left her hot for more.
“You have any idea how late it is?”
“Sorry.” She set aside her brush. “I guess I got carried away with this.”
He picked her up and sat down on the stool with her in his lap. For a moment he took his time in reviewing her work.
“How do you like it?”
“It’s wild on one side and peaceful on the other.”
“Good. I’m glad that came through.”
“You’re working hard on this one.”
“I work hard on all my pieces.”
He gave her another demanding kiss. She didn’t mind. He could just keep them coming, as far as she was concerned, and knowing Hunter, he probably would.
“After the art fair you’re going to be a rich lady when you sell all your work.” She knew he really believed what he said, and she loved his confidence.
“I’ll be happy if I just sell one piece.”
“You’ll sell them all.” He had gotten her T-shirt out of the waist of her jeans, and his hands were roaming up under the material, his fingers grasping the clasp of her bra.
She could barely speak with what he was doing to her. His demanding mouth was on hers. His teeth were biting at her lower lip.
“I think you should take me to the bedroom.” She sighed into his kiss.
But Hunter only shook his head. His eyes glowed, and a naughty smile came to his face.
* * * *
“I want to do it in here.” Wicked ideas flew through Hunter’s mind. The relationship he’d proven with Morgan was like none he had ever established with a woman before. He had been patient with her to a fault, and it had paid off in the most rewarding experience of his life. She had taught him to feel honest emotions.
Now he thought it was time to push the envelope with her.
“You want to have sex in here?” Morgan was clearly confused. They had only had sex in her bedroom on top of the bed until now.
He unclasped her bra and pulled it from under her shirt like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. He placed the bra carefully aside on her worktable. Her perky nipples were outlined under the fabric of her shirt.
“Have you ever been tied up during sex?”
She looked at him like he had lost his mind. He kissed her once for reassurance.
“You want to tie me up tonight?” She was clearly uncertain about this request.
He held her in his arms and kissed down her neck. When he whispered in her ear, he knew what he told her sounded dangerous and forbidden.
“I want to tie you to this table and fuck you hard and long. I want to ride you like I never have before.”
A smile turned the corners of his mouth as he watched her gulp at his words.
“You’re really serious, aren’t you?”
“Baby, I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
He reached down and brought her shirt up over her head. Compliantly, she raised her arms and let him remove it from her. When he bent to take each of her nipples in his mouth in turn, she cried out. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
He knelt before her on the floor, lowered the zipper of her jeans, and hooked his thumbs under the waist, lowering them down her legs. Every inch of the gorgeous flesh of her legs was slowly exposed to him. He planted kisses over the bare skin and licked it with his tongue. To feel her shiver at his touch gave him pure gratification.
But there was so much more to come.
“How are you going to tie me?” She stood before him in a thong. Hunter could barely restrain himself at the sight of her. She was so precious.
He pulled down the thong and off her legs. “With this.” He held the thong in front of her. “Turn around and put your hands on the table.”
She hesitated, but gave him a smile. “What’s gotten into you, Hunter?”
“You.” He gave her another kiss and ran his hands the length of her naked body. This forced another shiver from her.
“All right,” she conceded. “I trust you.”
She turned around. Her beautiful backside was presented to him. His cock surged forward in his pants with a hot, desperate life of its own.
“Stretch out your arms,” he ordered her.
She did as he asked and was spread-eagled across her own worktable.
He used her thong to tie her right wrist to the rail beneath the worktable. He made the knot loose for her comfort, but tight enough to where she could not get away.
Then he picked up her bra and went to tie her left wrist with it. Again he left a lot of room in the knot for her circulation, but made sure it was secure before he finished.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, stepping back to admire the view.
“I feel foolish like this, and I’m afraid I look even worse.”
“You look like the most beautiful vision I have ever seen.” He gave her butt cheek a light pat.
“Well I’m glad one of us is enjoying it.” She gave a little laugh.
“Just wait. You’re going to enjoy this, too.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Have I ever disappointed you before?”
She thought about it a second. “No, you haven’t. Don’t let this be the first time.”
As Hunter spoke with Morgan, he was undressing. She had gone back on the Pill, and they no longer had need for a condom.
“How are those?” he asked her. “Test them and see how far they let you move.”
She pulled back from the table but couldn’t even rise up six inches before her makeshift bonds held her back.
“You’ve got me,” she told him. “I can’t move.”
“Good.”
He fisted his swollen cock a few times and stepped up behind her. Inserting first one and then two fingers inside her pussy, he tested the waters, wanting to make sure she had lubricated for him.
She was still a little dry. Probably this was because she was apprehensive at trying the new position. He rolled his fingers around inside her and searched until he found her spot and made her cry out. All the while, his thumb massaged her clit and made it swell.
Soon her womanly scent flowing from between her legs had filled the small room, and she was wet and ready for him.
He moved the hair off the back of her neck and kissed her there. He bent over to whisper in her ear seductively.
“I’m going to take you hard tonight.”
She was moaning because he still had a finger inside her pussy, exploring her. “Okay,” she whimpered against his touch.
“Are you ready for me?” His thumb kept working her clit. “Or I could just keep doing what I’m doing?”
She looked back over her shoulder at him. He gave her a smile that was all teeth and promise.
“I can’t take that anymore. I need you in me now.”
“As you wish, my lady.”
Hunter took his cock in his hand and pressed it against her moist pussy lips.
* * * *
When Hunter first asked if he could tie her up, she thought he had lost his mind. Of course this hunky shape-shifter never lost the capacity to fire her desire no matter how well she got to know him.
So she decided to relax and go with it. There was something decidedly erotic about letting him make love to her inside her studio.
Using her underwear to tie her up was also a new wrinkle. She tested her bonds, and they held firm. She was facedown against her worktable and could hardly rise up more than a few inches.
As he placed his throbbing cock inside her pussy, she struggled a little more for good measure. Hunter had tied a secure knot. Her underwear held her in place firmly.
He took his time as he loved her tonight, blowing kisses up and down her back as he slowly stroked inside her. At first she just laid her head against the cold surface of the worktable and let him have his way with her body. It felt nice to be worshiped like this by Hunter.
Then as the pressure of his cock increased inside her, she lifted up. Now would have been a good time to move. Except she couldn’t. Those damned knots of her underwear kept frustrating her.
His thrusts became uneven. A few short delicious stabs and then a giant one that penetrated to her womb.
She tried pulling back against her bonds and cried out. It sounded like a scream of pain. But it was only pure pleasure she felt.
Panic seized her. In her vulnerable pose, this was going to be too intense. Sweat poured down from her brow, and she had to remind herself to keep breathing.
“Just pull against them as hard as you can. You can’t get free of them, can you?” wicked and seductive Hunter whispered in her ear.
“I can’t get loose.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I am afraid.” She could hardly catch her breath. Hunter’s rhythm behind her was just starting to pick up. He had a long way to take her yet.
“Remember I told you to make it last longer and make it better,” he reminded her and kissed along her jaw, finally finding her mouth with passion. “Pull against them—pull against them hard. You’ll last as long as you need to. You’ll last with me until you can’t take it anymore.”
Morgan pulled back hard. He was pumping her faster and with more force. He was making good on his promise to fuck her long and hard. Though they had fucked long and hard many times that summer, it had been nothing compared to this.