Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10) (13 page)

Cooper grinned. “You and me both.”

Jackson sobered. “So what happens now?”

“Just this.” Sharon drew circles on Jackson’s forearm under her chest. “We enjoy ourselves for a few days and then attempt to reenter society in small increments.”

“Unless there’s another quake. In which case, I reluctantly flee the condo and leave you two to have sex without me.” Cooper groaned at the thought.

“So, you’re saying we won’t always have sex with all three of us?”

“Hell no.” Cooper shook his head. “Sometimes there will just be two of us. Except you and me of course.”

Jackson visibly shuddered. “When are you expecting the next earthquake?” he teased.

Cooper splashed water at his face. “Just after you head out to inspect some logging site.”

“I see why we would be inclined to stick close to home,” Jackson mused.

Cooper stared at Sharon’s breasts. He was a boob man through and through. Always had been. And hers were perfection. Just the right size and shape. Pert. Deep pink nipples that darkened when she was aroused.

“Stroke her nipples, Jackson. I want to watch.”

Her head lolled to one side as Jackson removed his arm from under her breasts so they bounced free halfway under the water.

Cooper switched off the flow of warm water spilling into the tub from the side and returned his gaze to Sharon’s chest. He loved pussy. Hers in particular. But his first love was tits.

Jackson cupped them from below and then swung his thumbs up and across the tops until they stroked over her distended tips.

She arched into him, wrapping her hands around his forearms at both sides.

“Drop your hands, Sharon.”

Her eyes widened, and she met his gaze, hesitating at his command.

He held her gaze with his, not blinking or changing the serious look he knew was on his face. “Let go of Jackson’s arms, baby. Put your hands at your sides.”

She slowly let her fingers peel away and lowered them into the water.

Even through the depths of the tub, he scented her change. Her pussy leaked. Her arousal shot through the roof. Her face flushed for the millionth time. It would always be a telltale sign of how horny she was. She liked being told what to do. No. She loved it.

Jackson stroked her tits, his face lowered to watch as the nipples darkened and elongated.

She was horny all right. Perhaps more than when they’d been inside her.

Fuck me
. No mate could have been more perfectly selected for him.

“Pinch them, Jackson.”

Jackson didn’t lift his gaze toward Cooper, but he did grasp the tight points between his thumbs and pointers and lightly squeezed.

“Harder.”

Jackson continued. He even twisted the tips back and forth, rolling them between his fingers as she now writhed beneath him.

She had no idea there was a constant low moan coming from her lips. So fucking sexy. That’s why he continued.

His cock was rigid again, and he let one hand wander between his legs to wrap around the shaft and stroke up and down under the water.

“Jesus,” Jackson breathed. “Who are you controlling? Her? Or me? Or both?”

“Mmm.” Cooper didn’t comment further. This was totally unfamiliar territory for him also. He’d never been with two people before, and certainly never been with another man. But he knew he was innately rather dominant. Or at least he liked to make his women feel the way Sharon’s face projected she felt now.

Jackson adjusted himself behind Sharon, perhaps relieving the pressure against his cock or increasing it.

Cooper continued to masturbate while he stared at Sharon’s tits.

The water made small waves across the surface from their combined movements, the splashes often lapping over her nipples and making her squirm.

Her head lolled to one side farther. She gripped her thighs with her fingers. He would let her do that. She needed it. It grounded her. But man he could not wait to secure her hands to that slatted headboard of hers and give her no mercy. If this was how she reacted to gentle commands in the tub, he could only imagine what would happen when he really took charge.

“Let go of one tit and fuck her pussy with your fingers, Jackson. I want to watch her come.” He stroked himself with a bit more pressure, letting his arousal increase with hers.

Sharon’s mouth fell open when Jackson breached her tight entrance.

Under the water, Cooper watched as Jackson pressed his palm flat against her clit and thrust his fingers into her sheath. He did exactly what Cooper wanted him to do and fucked her hard and fast.

“That’s it. Neither of you has any idea how fucking hot it is to watch you like this.” He squeezed his cock and stopped stroking for a second, keeping his impending orgasm at bay.

Jackson seemed to hold his breath as he released her breast and flattened his palm against her neck, spreading his fingers so her head tipped farther away from him, leaving her neck exposed.

Waves lapped over her nipples, making her writhe further, but Jackson held her steady, fucking her harder, his fingers thrusting in and out of her rapidly.

Cooper stroked his cock again as Sharon’s breaths came quicker. Her fingers dug into her thighs. Her heels dug into his. When she arched her chest out and sucked in a sharp breath, he came, her scream of release right behind the jets of come that spilled into the water from his cock.

Jesus, she was hot. She was going to be the death of him.

Sharon rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She didn’t have the energy to lift a single limb. Judging by the rays of sun streaming through the window, she’d been asleep a few hours.

She could hear Jackson and Cooper in the living room, their voices muted. When she’d fallen into a deep sleep, they’d been at her sides. How long had
they
napped?

It seemed as though she might be able to stay right where she was all day, or several days even, but then she caught a whiff of food. Her stomach growled seconds later. She was starving.

Cringing at the effort, she hauled herself to sitting and then swung her legs around and eased off the bed, holding on to the edge until she was sure her wobbly muscles would support her weight. It wasn’t as though she was in bad physical shape. She could normally ski eight hours, hike all day, or even clear trails single-handedly in the spring. But after mating all morning and several orgasms, she was weak.

“Food,” she muttered under her breath. She padded across the room and pulled open drawers until she had at least a meager hodgepodge of clothing. In other words, panties, track shorts, and a clean tank top. Enough to give her some modesty without going to too much effort.

As she stepped into the great room, pulling her hair into a loose bun on top of her head, both men turned to face her. They were smiling, and they each had something in their hands, evidence of lunch being prepared.

“You cook?”

Cooper chuckled. “When I want to eat, I do.”

Jackson lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side. “I’m thirty-four. I live alone. So yes, I cook too.”

Cooper yanked his body around to face Jackson. “You’re thirty-four?”

Jackson swatted him on the arm. “Yes, wiseguy, I’m that old.”

Sharon leaned against the entrance to the room and crossed her arms under her chest. Her heart swelled. They were getting along. “Cooper is the baby here, then.”

“Ah ha.” Jackson pointed a spatula at his male mate. “You act like you’re much older than you are. I knew it was a ruse. How old are you anyway?”

Cooper shrugged. “You have almost a decade on me. Ten years after you’re gone, I’ll still be chasing Sharon around the bedroom.”

Jackson tipped his head back and laughed. “Don’t count on it. With your anal need to control everything around you, I bet my longevity extends yours.”

Sharon’s smile grew until her face hurt. They weren’t just getting along. They were enjoying each other. She decided to join the banter and make their blood boil. “Being female, statistically I will bury you both and go on to mate another man or two or three.” She shrugged.

They both paled, exactly what she intended.

“Get your sweet ass over here,” Cooper demanded.

“See? What did I say? Bossy.” Jackson turned back around to flip something in a pan on the stove.

“Smells good. What are we having?” she asked as she sauntered closer.

Jackson twisted his neck around to respond. “Grilled whatever-you-had-in-the-refrigerator.”

“Ah, so lunch meat and a variety of sliced cheese. Smells delicious. I’m in serious need of nourishment.”

Jackson turned back around and leaned against the counter, crossing his legs. He wore the same jeans as earlier, but nothing else. Even his bare feet were sexy as hell. When he bent one arm under his chest and set the other elbow in his hand, his broad shoulders stretched forward, making her salivate. “That’s because Bossy tried to kill us both with his words in the tub. My arms are still shaking from the effort.”

She heaved herself onto one of the bar stools at the island and giggled. “Yeah, what’s up with that? You planning to order us both around regularly?”

Cooper smirked. “I may be the youngest, but I do what works. And holy fuck that was hot. You should have seen the look on your face, babe.” He stalked toward her, his eyes narrowed, his full lips parted. When he got close enough, he set his elbows on the island next to her, his face inches away.

She held her breath. The proximity alone scrambled her brain. She didn’t think she could go another round again so soon. But if he got in her space like this…

“You came completely undone under my directions. Made my cock so hard, I had to stroke myself to completion watching.”

Suddenly Jackson was right behind her, his breath landing on her shoulder as he leaned in to sandwich her. “I have to say, it was one of the most explosive, sexiest moments of my long long life, if you remove how unnerving it was to be ordered around by Bossy over there.”

They were right. There was no sense denying anything. She would do it again in a heartbeat, though she’d rather not discuss it verbally. If Jackson found it unnerving, how did he think she felt? Cooper orchestrated the entire scene with just words. She shivered just thinking about it.

Cooper reached forward and stroked a finger down her cheek. “You’re flushed. Why’s that?” he teased.

She swatted his hand away. “Just finish making my lunch. I’m starving.”

“If I’m so bossy, maybe I should be the one to sit down and put my feet up while
you
fix
my
lunch. I think naked.”

“Hmm.” She tapped her lips, thinking of a comeback. “If we’re sticking with your earlier brand of bossiness, I do believe you should sit down and put your feet up, but only so that you can direct Jackson to fix lunch for me while you watch. I don’t think you’ll be eating at all.”

Cooper chuckled. “I’m okay with that plan, but the only person who would be eating would be Jackson.” He tapped her nose and leaned in closer to finish his thought. “Because the meal would be
you
, spread out on the glass table while Jackson eats your pussy until you scream uncle.”

“Again,” Jackson began, brushing a loose strand of escaped hair off her shoulder, “I don’t know why the thought of that scene makes my dick so hard I can hardly support my weight, but it’s unnerving.”

Cooper tipped his head back and laughed. “Good. I like knowing I can keep my two, much older, mates on their toes in at least one area.”

“I am not much older, smartass,” Sharon reminded him. “I’m twenty-seven. Barely surpassing your quarter of a century.”

“Well,” Jackson said as he returned to the stove, “as the oldest, tallest, wisest, broadest, and most human of the group, I declare lunch ready.”

Again, that feeling. The one that wormed its way into her heart and made her hands clammy. She was truly blessed.

»»•««

Cooper swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. “I have to go into the office.” He sighed. It was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Seriously?” Jackson asked. “After all that lecturing me about how badly I would need to fuck all weekend to the point of taking days off next week, you’re just going to leave?”

Cooper lifted one eyebrow. He was impressed with how quickly Jackson had assimilated and fallen into sync with the two overpowering wolves. “You gonna miss me?”

“Fuck no.” Jackson stood and grabbed several plates before turning to head toward the dishwasher.

Cooper didn’t like the smug look on his face. “What aren’t you saying?”

Jackson lifted his gaze after settling two plates into their slots and grinned. “Me? Nothing. But I wonder how you’re going to get much done at work while I’m here making Sharon’s entire body hum. And since I’m so human, I don’t think I have the hang of blocking you from my wicked thoughts just yet.”

The guy was trying to goad him. Interesting. And so misguided. “Huh. Well, if you want to spend the afternoon fucking Sharon until she can’t walk, I’m okay with that, but you’re going to have to do it in my office.”

“What?” Sharon blurted the word out in a high squeak.

“You didn’t think I was planning to leave you two here to have all the fun without me, did you?” He grinned.

Sharon moaned. “I spent the entire night in your office. I’m tired. You wore me out. I’m not doing it again.”

Cooper wasn’t about to leave her at home. Jackson either. But he did need to tone it down a bit. His sarcasm wasn’t going to continue to win him any award. Eventually the two of them were going to call him out.

“Listen. Here’s the thing. There’s something going on out there. You both know it. And like it or not, it involves us. I can’t be sure what the spirit wants from us, but I can tell you my gut says it’s not as simple as it appears.”

Jackson leaned a hip against the island. “How does this spirit thing usually work?”

Sharon set her elbows on the table and played with a fork in front of her, spinning it around in circles. Her tank top was killing him. And when she leaned forward like that, her breasts became more prominent, the nipples poking against the thin cotton to drive him mad. It was difficult to lift his gaze to her face and concentrate. “So, in the past, with every mating of our siblings, the spirits have made themselves abundantly clear that something was amiss on the planet and they needed to fix it.