Reuben had only one thought in his mind, to find Indigo and to get to know her properly as fast as possible. He wanted her to remember him as Chloe’s brother, to trust him, and be prepared to spend time with him. He wasn’t sure if that was a logical attitude or not, bearing in mind how little attention he’d paid to her over the years, but all he could do was hope it’d give him and Stone a slight advantage over all the other wolves at the gathering.
Reuben saw Indigo was in the barbecue area, standing at the long table. Likely she was collecting a drink or a snack. He cut across the hard-packed sandy dirt directly toward her, Stone by his side all the way. They dropped their empty longnecks, and watermelon rind into the trash can and then Reuben edged his way between some people so he’d be opposite her at the table. He had to admire Stone’s fast thinking. It was almost as if they were joined together. Stone didn’t miss a step and was right there with him.
“Hi, Indigo. How are you doing?” he asked.
She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Damn she was lovely. “Hi there, Reuben. Hi Stone. Do you know each other?”
“We met yesterday. We both joined the Alpha’s early morning hunting party,” said Stone.
Reuben nodded, but that was mighty fast thinking by Stone. They certainly hadn’t talked to each other then. Actually no one much had talked at all until afterward. They were all too focused on their task of catching some critters. And what’s more, until right then, he wouldn’t have been prepared to swear which Wishram brother had come hunting. They all looked quite alike even though probably once he got to know them he’d discover they were all very different. But yesterday he hadn’t been bothered about which of them was which. Now it was important to him and it was good to know both he and Stone liked hunting. That was something else they had in common.
“We wondered if you’d like to join us for a while and we could talk. Get to know each other better as the Alpha suggested.” He thrust his hands deep in his pockets so he wouldn’t fidget while he waited for her to answer. But her face was open and she was smiling, so at least she didn’t hate the idea.
“What would you like to drink?” asked Stone.
“Just water, thank you.” She grabbed a bottle out of one of the ice-filled containers on the table.
“Let’s get some food as well,” he suggested. It wasn’t that he was hungry. It would be lunchtime soon enough. But it’d give him something to do with his hands as they talked.
Reuben watched what she chose, eager to learn her tastes. Choosing water to drink didn’t tell him much. This was the desert and everyone here learned at birth to drink water whenever it was available, and never to move from home without carrying fresh water. It made him laugh sometimes when he saw city office workers in cold climates carefully carrying a bottle of water when they walked from their desk to a meeting inside the same building. But here, in the desert, that bottle of water could save a person’s life.
Indigo walked along the table laden with food and stopped beside a closed container. She tore a sheet of paper towel off a roll beside the box, opened the lid, and carefully laid three finger sandwiches on the paper, before closing the lid again and checking it was shut tightly.
Reuben blinked. Sandwiches? She chose sandwiches? There were all sorts of delicious snacks laid out. More than even he could hope to taste properly today, and she chose sandwiches? He’d expected her to pick out a cupcake, or a cookie, or something with chocolate. Clearly she wasn’t a predictably girly girl.
He took another giant slice of watermelon. The first one had been sweet, lush, and utterly delicious. He tucked his second longneck under his arm so he could use his now free hand to grab a blueberry muffin, and then he and Stone led Indigo over to a group of chairs not too close to other people. Not that he expected them to be talking secrets, but just to give some slight sense of privacy.
Once they sat down, their chairs in a triangle shape so they could all see each other’s faces, Reuben grinned at Indigo. “Why did you choose to eat sandwiches? We’ll be having lunch and sensible food soon enough. So why not a cupcake, or a cookie, or a muffin?” He took a huge bite of his own muffin, not just to illustrate his point, but because of its mouth-watering aroma. Yum. It tasked just as good as it smelled.
She licked her lips and grinned hugely at them both. “The fillings. These sandwiches have the best fillings ever. Whoever made them is a genius. Every one is different and it’s impossible to say which one tastes best. They’re all amazing. Chloe’s catering team is truly awesome.”
Her sharp, white little teeth neatly bit a finger sandwich in half and then she closed her eyes as she savored it.
“Okay, I’m sold. Do you want some as well, Stone?”
For a moment Indigo closed her eyes and relished the sensations of being sandwiched tightly between two hard-muscled bodies. Maybe this would be her new favorite type of sandwich. Eating those finger sandwiches—Oh! I must remember to collect those recipes—had been her greatest pleasure up until now. Now herself as the ham in a ménage sandwich was forever taking its place as her favorite.
She gripped Stone’s shoulders, noting how his muscles flexed and released with every thrust of his cock up inside her body. She wiggled closer to him, letting her diamond-hard nipples dig into his chest and her silvery, glittery fingernails dig into his shoulders as she moved with the men while they slammed their bodies against hers.
This morning they moving faster, more roughly, more intensely, and she relished it. She’d appreciated the slower pace last night. It was her first time and she needed to assimilate every tiny sensation, feeling, and experience. While she was by no means suddenly an expert, at least she now knew exactly what to expect, and she wanted a faster, rougher pace. Maybe her body would be stiff and sore tomorrow, but that was okay. She was beginning to think that a few love-bruises might not be a bad thing. A sore ass from being spanked and fucked would be a nice little secret she could hug to herself all day while the men were out at work.
Not that she had figured out yet what work they could do or how they could be together. No. I’m not going to think about that. We’re together now and we’ll stay together. I won’t let us be separated. We can work out the details later. Now is the time to relax and enjoy my men. Oh hell yes. I’m enjoying these men.
Indigo rested her head on Stone’s shoulder, breathing his scent deep into her lungs and listening to his heart pound. Her own heart was beating just as fast, her body alive with the energy of their fucking, all her senses on high alert, and her nerve endings fizzing with excitement.
She lifted her right hand off Stone and stretched her arm backward to pet Reuben. His long, lean side was the easiest part of him to reach, and she stroked the back of her hand up and down against his skin. He was hot and sweaty, breathing heavily from his exertions.
When she held her breath, she could feel his heart pumping. That was amazing. All three of them were joined by her body, and their three hearts were beating as one.
Reuben’s arms moved until his hands bracketed her body, his palms laid flat on the bedding, as his hips pumped faster against her ass. Underneath her, Stone’s hips snapped up and down in time with his thrusts. Both men maintained a completely united stroke and speed, doubling the effect of the fucking for her. The two of them withdrew together, and then jack-hammered back inside her together, their bodies working as a single unit to bring her the ultimate in pleasure.
Indigo was coated in sweat, although she suspected most of it was from the men. She loved the feeling that they were so united, so enmeshed in each other, that even their perspiration had blended together into a single sheen across their bodies.
The orgasm that was never far away from her when her men touched her, had coiled up tightly in her belly, and now it was destroying her ability to think and plan. Her body was hyper-alert, all her senses focused on the men and their intimate touching. Their cocks stroked up and down the walls of her most secret places, arousing the myriad nerve endings there in a way no man had ever done before. The orgasms Stone and Reuben gave her were so much bigger, brighter, harder, and more fulfilling than anything her own fingers or a plastic toy could bring her. Stone and Reuben encompassed her with their love and that made all the difference.
Right now she was so close to coming she could scream with desperate need. And yet, once she exploded the moment would be over.