Trish Stanton is the very definition of a spoiled trust fund baby. She’s living off her grandparents’ money and has no purpose in life. Still, she wishes she had more control over her life and wants to feel “free” of her family’s money.
Werewolves Roger Sheridan and Vic Mendo plan to share a mate. All they need to do is find her. When Trish comes close to swamping Roger’s boat, Roger’s ready to track her down and hang her out to dry. He doesn’t, however, anticipate getting the connection, the invisible bond werewolves feel toward their intended mate, with her. When Vic has the same reaction, the men are unsure what to do.
Can Roger and Vic mate a woman who has done nothing on her own? Can they accept her as she is, spoiled and mouthy? Will she change? Can she change? Or should they cut their losses and give her up?
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
She didn’t want to leave. After waiting so long for him to show up, how was she supposed to call it a night and say good-bye?
“Well, hell, I guess we should’ve gotten here sooner.”
Was Roger just saying that? Or did he mean it? “Yeah, you should have.” She hadn’t meant to sound pissed off, but it had come out that way. And truthfully, wasn’t she a little ticked? Why hadn’t he come sooner? Was she more attracted to him than he was to her? He was drawn to her. She was certain of it. But did he like her? Or just want her sexually?
He sent her a questioning, yet slightly irritated look. “Sorry. Some of us have work to get done.”
Her heart sank.
He didn’t just throw shade at me, did he? But, yeah, I think he did. Forget how I’m feeling toward him. He’s a fucker. Damn.
“Oh, and by the way, I got your gift.”
“What gift?” asked Dana, who leaned against Kanto as though they’d been dating for several months.
“You know.” Roger plastered on an insincere smile. “The fish.”
“Oh, shit, Trish. When you told me you were going to send him a box of fish, I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I thought it was pretty damn funny,” added Kanto, changing Dana’s worried frown into a smile.
“What can I say? I wanted to make up for causing you to miss out on snagging your dinner.” Why was she having such a difficult time with him? She wanted him. Hell, she ached for him. Why not pull him into the bathroom and fuck him? She was sure she’d get him out of her head then.
“Yeah. It was fucking hilarious. You’re a barrel of laughs, aren’t you? Is that how you get your kicks? By running over men in boats, then sending them a box of fish?”
She put on a sneer. He was fascinating, hot as hell, but a prick, too. “Like I said. Get a bigger boat. From what I hear, you can afford it.”
Shit and double shit.
He ate up her mistake like a cat with a mouse trapped under its feet. “Trish Stanton, have you been Googling me?”
She was horrified that she’d let him know. “No. Of course not. I, uh, I—”
“This isn’t going the way it should,” interjected Vic as he pulled Trish closer.
The energy, the sizzle, the whatever-the-hell it was whipping between them grew stronger, wilder.
“Maybe this was a bad idea. How about we head out and let you two cool off? Let’s not push things.” His expression reeked of need, yet of acceptance, too. “We can try again tomorrow.”
No. Don’t go. I don’t want to cool off. I want to get hotter. A whole lot hotter.
But her pride got in the way. “If you’re thinking we should call it a night, then I think you’re right.”
Dana was aghast. “Noooo. Are you kidding me? After you waited for him to show up all night? And then three of them show up?” She placed her palm on Kanto’s hard-muscled chest. “They just got here.”
“It’s last call, Dana,” said Trish in a tight voice. Thanks a lot for throwing me under the bus.
Roger’s Cheshire-Cat smile brightened. “Hold up. You were waiting for me?”
“Don’t go flattering yourself. I came in for a drink. That’s all. Dana doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Yet she soon found she couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she met Vic’s. “But I’m really glad you came.”
“Me, too.” Vic’s attention jumped from her to Roger then back. “Still, I think maybe it’s a good idea to regroup. How about you come out to the ranch tomorrow?”
“All of us?” asked Dana, eager to invite herself.
But Kanto was just as eager. “You bet. All of us. It’s a bit farther inland than I like to go, but I’m game.”
Why would it be too far inland?
Yet, judging by the look of him with his long golden hair, toned muscles, and deep tan, he was probably one of those guys who thought anything on dry land was boring. He had the look of a man who was born to the water, who somehow looked wet even when he was dry.
“What do you say, Roger?” asked Vic. “Meet at the ranch tomorrow night? We’ll cook out.” He grinned. “Burgers, chicken, or steak. Anything except fish.”
Roger shrugged as though it didn’t matter one way or the other to him.
She resisted the urge to tell him to go to hell. But Vic was a different matter. She wasn’t about to let him slide through her fingers. As it was with Roger, she had a powerful urge to slide her fingers through his hair, along his chest, then down to disappear under his jeans. But Vic didn’t rub her the wrong way like Roger did. “Sure thing. Dana and I will be there.”
Before Roger could say anything more to irritate her—or before she could launch her body at them and then ride them—she tossed her hair back, snagged her phone off the counter, and headed for the door. “See you tomorrow, boys.”
Again, he gave her a look, telling her she needed to stop him before it was too late.
It was too late the moment I met you.
Taking her face in both hands, he held her so intently that it took her breath away. Was there more amber in his eyes? But how? Why? Gazing at him, she held her breath, anticipating his next move.
Their gazes remained locked when he slammed his cock into her pussy. A grunt escaped her as he brought his lips back to her tit and rammed his cock into her again. She dug her fingernails into his shirt, possibly even tearing a hole to his skin, but he didn’t let on if she’d hurt him.
Pushing her back onto the countertop, he took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist. His jaw worked with his concentrated effort as he plunged into her again and again. Her pussy wept, ached at the invasion of such a large cock, but the pain was one of pleasure.
“Fuck her, man.”
She turned to see Vic standing next to the island, his hand wrapped around his cock. His shirt was gone and his jean flaps pushed wide. Slowly, he worked his hand up and down his wet-slickened cock. She flicked her tongue over her lips, inviting him.
“Hell, yeah.” Vic easily, gracefully, jumped on top of the large island and presented his gift to her.
She opened wide and let him slide his cock into her mouth. Sucking, she hollowed her mouth and did her best to draw his full length in. But he was too thick, too long for any woman to do so.
Roger’s hard thrusts moved her up and down on the island, changing the cool surface into a warm one. She did her best to reach him, but he remained upright, his hand firmly holding her legs as he closed his eyes and entered her. There was no way she could take his full length, but she tightened her pussy walls around him, adding delicious friction.
Vic supported her head as he worked his hips back and forth. He tasted like his scent. Heady. Masculine. With a wild edge she could never name.
The air thickened with sexual need. Their soft “uhs” became matching musical instruments. Their bodies, so hard, so virile, became connected not only in a physical way but in an uncomplicated, yet mystical way.
Her body recognized them.
Her mind recognized them.
Her heart recognized them.
She wanted them, not only for their bodies, but for who they were.
For what they are.
Circling her tongue around Vic’s cock, she looked up to find him watching her. His expression, so genuine, so starkly real, shocked her.
Another shock came as her climax, rising from the strange sensation that had come to life inside her when she’d first met them, grew stronger and stronger until, at last, no human body could’ve contained it. Freeing Vic’s cock, she let out a cry that was both one of submission and victory.
Roger stilled, his cock half inside her, and met her gaze. “Connection,” he whispered then plunged his cock into her harder than ever. As soon as his cock reached the end of her, his eyes widened and he threw his head back. A shout broke from him and echoed around the room, like a lion’s roar. He thrust into her again, and with that thrust, he sent his seed flowing.
The warmth of him filled her. Instead of wishing they’d used a condom, she secretly delighted in tightening her pussy, hoping to keep his seed inside her.
“Next time, I go first,” said Vic as he shoved Roger aside.
“Next time, you fuck me at the same time.” She smiled and reached for Vic.
He took hold of her, lifting her off the counter, then turning around to put his back to the island. She clung to him, her hands digging into his shoulder as she’d dug into Roger’s. But this time, she had tanned skin under her fingernails.
She cried out again as Vic eased his cock quickly into her pussy. As he let the island support him, she locked her fingers behind his neck and leaned back, forcing her hips toward his. His cock was deliciously huge inside her, the friction of Roger’s fucking giving him a heated beginning. The muscles in his mountainous chest rippled with each of his movements, moving in a rhythmic tandem to the tendons in his massive arms.
Roger nibbled on her shoulder and gave her butt cheeks a quick one-two slap. The sting was just enough to give an added thrill to Vic’s pounding.
Sex had never been a big deal to her. It was a pleasurable act, one to be appreciated and then forgotten. But sex with Vic and Roger was different. She was different with them. How and why didn’t matter.
Vic was like a human machine, a battering ram against her defenses. As she bounced with every thrust, her second climax grew hotter, stronger, more intense. Her body sizzled with their touches, their words telling her how sexy she was. If she could’ve stopped time and stayed captured between them for the rest of her life, she would have.
Instead, her climax took control, demanding to be set free. As Vic rammed into her again, she lost that battle, her orgasm ripping through her. Her body shuddered, her mind blanked. All she knew were the two men holding her between them. Vic groaned out his release, his hands cupping her breasts, as Roger spanked her ass cheek again and bit hard enough to send pain along her shoulder.
When her orgasm had finished barreling through her, she slumped against Vic. Her pants for air bumped into his deep breaths.