Seized by a sudden realization, Reilly spun around to face Brennan. “Wait, you bought the land? Does that mean you’re my landlord?”
Wariness entered Brennan’s face. “Does that make a difference?”
“You bet your life it does!”
Chris took a step back, the thump of his boot on the wooden planks the only sound until a passing car broke the silence. He cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll say goodnight,” he told them. “You take care, you hear?”
They said their goodbyes and watched the police chief stroll up the street.
“There goes a happy man,” she murmured.
“It wasn’t always that way,” Brennan answered. “He’s had a bunch of trouble.”
She turned to him, hand outstretched. “I’d better say goodnight, too. It was good of you to welcome me to the town. And thanks for the meal. I owe you one.”
He took her hand but he didn’t shake it and release it. He used his grip to pull her closer until his breath warmed her face when she turned her gaze upward. “There are much nicer ways of saying goodnight.”
“I can’t. You’re my landlord.”
“No I’m not. We let a rental agency handle that side of the business. You signed your lease with them, not us.”
“But you own the land.”
“We might own the land, but the agency is your landlord, and we don’t own them, we only have a business agreement with them.”
Well, she’d tried, but this gorgeous specimen of humanity was too much to resist. After all she’d been through to get here, she didn’t want to risk her investment, but the way he said it, she realized he was right. If they wanted her to leave, they’d have to drag her through the courts.
Fuck, surely she deserved something. She’d denied herself any private life for so long that denial had become a habit. But now, with this man gazing down at her as if she could fill his world, she couldn’t lie to herself any longer. She wanted him.
Reilly didn’t resist when he released her hand, but only so he could lash his arm around her back and drag her hard against his chest. Her breasts pressed against that expanse of muscle and bone, her nipples instantly stiff when he rubbed against them. His gaze roamed over her face, his attention sharp before he finally brought his lips down on hers and kissed her senseless.
It wasn’t like Reilly had never been kissed before. Far from it. But it felt that way. Arousal went through her in a flash, and she opened her mouth to him as if dying for it. Perhaps she was. His groan vibrated through her whole body, making her aware of herself as never before. His kiss challenged and questioned, claiming her with fierce demand. Could she take it? Did she want to?
The answer to both questions was the same. Yes.
He gentled the kiss to a soft caress before he finally lifted his mouth from hers. He stayed where he was, gazing at her, lost in a frozen moment.
Then he lifted his head and smiled. “Come on, I’ll see you back to the motel.”
That kiss had just blown her mind. She could taste nothing but him, and she wanted more. She wanted to know what he tasted like all over.
Normally she wouldn’t consider taking a stranger to bed, but Brennan didn’t seem like a stranger. A city girl knew the dangers in the situation, but the last of her fears had been diffused when she’d watched his interaction with the police chief. The chief must have checked him out. More than that, the two men seemed to like each other. Her instincts told her she could trust him, but she wouldn’t have gone this far without the chief’s intervention. At least, she liked to think so.
They walked up the street, his arm around her waist, hers around his. His body moved fluidly under her hand, and they moved in harmony, as if they’d done this many times before. She’d never felt this together with someone before but beneath that assurance, her excitement was growing. She still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing—but when she had been sure in the past, she’d been wrong. She’d go with her instincts this time.
With every step her senses rose, as if she was one of the creatures who lived in this town, in touch with her senses as humans so often were not. Everything about this encounter felt right, from the minute he’d startled her out of her skin to the kiss just now. So what if it only started today? Sometimes a person just knew when something was right.
This was right.
It wasn’t as if she’d never had sex before. If she’d been a virgin this would be too much, but it was as if she’d never had her heart and mind opened this way. Not to mention her body. Seth spread his fingers, letting a gust of cool air into her pussy. Then he licked her, between his fingers. He must be sitting on the floor, but she couldn’t turn and look, because Brennan was occupying her mouth. He pushed his cock against her belly in rhythmic insistence.
She kissed back, pushed down against Seth’s fingers, felt him sigh against her skin and then return to taste her some more. You are the best champagne, the finest caviar. Even in her mind his voice was harsher, closer to the edge than normal.
Brennan slid his hands under her thighs, as if to lift her, but then paused. “Do you want me to use protection?” He asked clearly, as if he was asking her if she liked tea or coffee with her toast, his voice without emotion, giving her no verbal clue as to what he wanted.
It took two shape-shifters to get her pregnant, he’d told her that. She knew from her medical studies that shape-shifters couldn’t get human diseases or pass them on. They were clean.
“No.” Only when she’d said it did she realize she’d never had sex without a condom before. What would it feel like? She guessed she was about to find out. The thought sent her soaring.
Seth withdrew his fingers, but continued to work her ass with his hands and his mouth. He licked around her ass, circling the hole, urging it to open wider for him. “Fuck, you are beautiful here,” he murmured as he moved away.
Brennan slid his hands around her thighs. “Legs around my waist,” he instructed as he lifted her.
Reilly wrapped her calves around him, clinging like a monkey to a tree, her arms around his neck. He laughed, a short, strained sound. Joy echoed in the back of his throat, and she felt it too, surging through her in response, her emotions rushing to meet his.
His cock nudged her pussy, but it wasn’t quite in place.
Seth had left her, and for a moment she thought he might sit back and watch, but she should have known better. He’d stopped to remove his clothes, as she felt when he came back and pressed his body against hers, his chest to her back. His cock was hard and leaking, leaving a damp patch when he stepped away. “Fuck her, Brennan.”
His harsh voice was hard with barely restrained passion. He groaned when Brennan reached down, holding her securely. With one arm lashed around her waist he guided his cock to her cunt and pushed the meaty head inside. His rod pushed her flesh aside, taking her in ruthless, needy possession, claiming her in a way she’d never felt before. Not even last night had she felt so close to another person.
“Oh, fuck,” Seth moaned. “You look so good like that. Perfect. I want you, Reilly, and I’m going to take you now.”
Something cold landed on her backside, a splatter of gel that he warmed when he slid his fingers through it and down her ass crack, straight into her needy body. “Fuck!”
Seth laughed at her expletive. “Oh yes, and soon. You’d better believe it. I’m taking you every which way tonight, Reilly. I want to drive you as mad as I feel. I’m crazy for you.” He worked two fingers into her, pushing deep into her ass. She cried out when he reached a spot that her whole body responded to.
Brennan moved her. He gripped her waist in his hands and worked her up and down his cock.
Reilly no longer cared if Seth watched. Or rather, she did, because she wanted these men with her, as high with need as she was. Brennan set up a rhythm of sure, deep strokes. Her breasts were mashed against his chest. His small, hard nipples grazed her sensitized flesh every time he moved, sliding her up and down, thrusting up so he entered her deeply. Her pussy was spread wide enough that her clit met his groin, rubbing against the coarse hair and his pulsing flesh.
Reilly leaned her head on his shoulder and pushed back, shamelessly displaying her anus. She wanted Seth, too. She needed him there, right there.
He pressed against her. She tried not to think of his size. She’d never seen his cock, something she would rectify as soon as she could, but she didn’t need to guess that he was big, as big as Brennan and then some. At least it felt that way, as slowly but surely Seth shoved his cock into her ass. It slid in, a kind of internal pop going on when the head breached the tight muscles at her opening. He didn’t stop, but forged deeper, driving hard until his body touched her ass. He was all the way in.
That tightened her cunt, so Brennan had less room to move. He groaned. “You are so fucking tight, Reilly. You feel so good. I want to stay here all night.”
Seth withdrew a little. His sweat-slicked body slid against hers, the hair on his chest rubbing against her back when he moved closer. He curved his hands around her, cupped her breasts, forcing his way between her body and Brennan’s. Using her breasts to hold her, he worked his cock out and then back in again. He took his time so the gel slicked against her, easing his way. “Good?” He murmured the words against the skin of her back.
“Fuck, yes.” She couldn’t begin to describe how good he felt, but then he showed her. He slid back in, while Brennan withdrew, and then Brennan came back and Seth pushed in.
They set up a rhythm, working hard. Their breath gusted against her skin, and she could hardly catch her breath. Flesh slapped against flesh, the juicy sounds enhancing what she was feeling inside. Which was plenty.
Reilly whimpered. Every time one man fucked her and then the other, she gave a little sound. It was involuntary but it seemed to be something both men wanted to work for, because the noises she made drove them wilder. Inside her head, emotions surged, and they weren’t all hers. She didn’t understand how she could know that, but she did, and she wanted them to know it. But she was beyond coherent speech. Every part of her tingled, prickles forming on her skin. Surges of sensation throbbed along her veins until everything moved together, working toward a climax that would be, she knew, an explosion.