Oriana and the Three Werebears (16 page)

Fuck. When she found out that they’d lied to her about the mechanical condition of her plane, she might just want to do that. Up and leave and never look back.

After sticking glasses and napkins into the picnic basket filled with cheese and crackers, fruit and wine, he closed the top. “Okay, we’ll tell her about the plane. Let’s hope she forgives us. Assuming she does, the bear thing will be a little trickier. Perhaps one of us should shift in front of her.”

“No, you don’t want to send her into shock,” Jordan replied, gathering the blanket and towels off the counter, and placing them in a separate basket that contained sunscreen, lotion, and other assorted items.

“How about this: I’ll leave early. When you and Ori are on the way back to the bunker, I’ll walk by in my shifted form at a distance. Then you can point me out, make some scientific comment about the nature of Kodiak bears, but then assure her that I am safe and tame. I’ll approach, and you can pet me while explaining why I’m not attacking—that it’s me. Of course, she won’t believe you at first, but keep insisting, and once you have her at least somewhat convinced, then I’ll shift back into my human form.”

Jordan chuckled. “Instead of petting you, I’ll order you to do tricks. That will be far more convincing.”

“Ha, ha.”

“You know I’m right. How many bears do you know outside a circus that can understand ‘roll over’ and ‘play dead’? Hell, I think I’ll even save a cracker and put it on your snout.”

“I’m not doing dog tricks.” Jon made his way into the living room.

“Then she’ll never really believe it’s you until you shift,” Jordan said, following him. “You might scare her—she might faint. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”

“Fine, fine. I’ll do ‘shake’, but nothing more.” Jon stopped and turned, pointing at his brother in warning. “If you try to put a treat on my snout, I’ll bite your fucking hand.”

Jordan burst into laughter. “What about fetch? Can we at least play fetch?”

Sitting on the grassy bank, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, Jon watched Jordan and Ori swim around the spring, playfully splashing each other. Jordan dove under the water, only to come up and capture Ori in his arms. She shrieked, laughing and swatting at his brother.

Damn, she was beautiful. The way the moisture on her bare skin glistened in the sun, the way her hair fanned out and swayed upon the water’s surface…

Jon reached down and adjusted the hardness between his legs.

Whatever made him think that skinny-dipping would be a good idea? Why would he even suggest such a thing?

He had mentioned it when they had first arrived at the spring, not sure what her reaction would be. But knowing how comfortable and uninhibited Ori was, he shouldn’t have been surprised when she squealed in delight, enthusiastically voicing her agreement. She had her clothes stripped off before Jon and Jordan could even blink.

Seeing Jordan dragging Ori toward the shore, Jon rose to his feet, gathering two folded towels and moving to meet them.

“Please, Jordan? Let’s swim some more.”

“You need to eat, sweetheart. You slept through breakfast, remember?”

“But I’m not hungry,
dear.
”

Jon tossed one towel to his brother, and held the other open, enveloping Oriana in it. “You wouldn’t be so cruel to deny Jordan and me the opportunity to feed you, would you?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, she said, “No, of course not. How could I deny you anything? Anyway, what sane woman wouldn’t want two incredibly sexy men to pamper her?”

They led her toward the blanket lying a few feet away. Guiding her down, Jon placed Ori’s head in his lap and removed the snacks and wine from his basket. Jordan reached into his own basket and pulled out bottle of lotion, then gathered Ori’s feet into his lap.

Oriana giggled as Jon held a piece of apple to her mouth and Jordan squeezed lotion into his palm. “Wow. Hand fed and massaged. Do you guys always treat your girlfriends so well?”

“I do,” Jon replied, focusing on the way her lips wrapped around the succulent bit of fruit. “I don’t know about my brothers. This is the first time we’ve ever shared a girlfriend.”

“I’m your girlfriend? Seriously?”

He chuckled. “What do you consider yourself if not that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought I was just one of your lovers. Or a friend with benefits.”

“Well, you’re not
just one
, you’re my only lover,” Jon said, shoving a piece of cheese into her mouth. “And I plan on keeping it that way. You are also my friend.”

The way she smiled—how her eyes seemed to glow, shined with happiness and love.

“And what about you, Jordan?” she asked. “Do you consider me your girlfriend as well?”

Jordan grinned, but didn’t lift his eyes from his task. “I do,” he replied simply.

“Even though we’re not lovers?”

Jon bit his lip to keep from laughing. Maybe his brother would take the hint from her.

Jordan continued to rub cream into her toes. “I’m sure we will be sooner or later.”

She looked up at Jon and raised her brows, shrugging, then glanced back at Jordan. “Oh. Okay. That sounds…great. Let me know when you’re ready, I guess.”

“Will do.”

Jon smacked his hand over his eyes and shook his head. His brother was so romantically inept. It made him wonder if they were truly related.

“You’re too cute,” she said to Jordan. “You know, if you keep doing what you’re doing, it might have to be sooner than later. I find massages very erotic.”

Jon moved his hand to see his brother’s reaction to that blatant proposition.

Jordan was now rubbing her calves and knees. “Are you aroused, sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure,
dear
,” she replied. “Would you please check for me?”

Expelling a heavy breath, Jordan wiped his hands on the towel wrapped around his waist. “Of course. Anything for you, Ori.”

Suddenly, his brother tugged open her towel, exposing her naked body to his perusal.

“Your mammary papillae are erect,” Jordan stated. Shifting his gaze lower, he nudged her legs apart, and then—to Jon’s astonishment—spread her pussy wide.

Jordan brushed his thumb over Ori’s nub, and a gasping moan escaped her lips. “And it appears that your labia and clitoris are tumescent.”

Jon was beginning to think he might have underestimated his brother.

Next, Jordan slipped his finger down her slit. “Also, natural vaginal lubrication is present.”

“Wha—what does it all mean?” Ori choked as he continued to explore her wetness.

“Let’s see,” Jordan mused. “Firm nipples, a swollen vulva, a moist vagina… Yes, I would say you are sexually aroused.”

Oriana shut her eyes and groaned. “I think I’m a more than aroused.”

“Hm.” Jordan removed his hand. “Are you in need?”

Her eyes popped open and she glared. “Are you fucking with me?”

Jordan tried to hide his smile. “Well, Jon lectured me the other day for not taking care of your needs, so today I came prepared.” He reached into his basket and pulled out a small egg-shaped device coated in some kind of rubber material; a remote control was attached to it by a thin, insulated cord.

Oriana moaned as he slid the device into her channel, then pressed a button on the remote. A muted humming filled the air.

“I built this for you the other day,” he explained. “It’s perfectly safe. I followed the industry specifications listed for products of the same design and use.”

“God, Jordan, I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you, too, Ori.”

When Jordan winked at him, Jon knew he’d definitely underestimated his brother.

Jordan then placed his thumb on her clit and strummed it. “I want you to achieve an orgasm, sweetheart. Can you do that for us?”

She nodded.

While Jordan stoked her pussy and steadily increased the vibration of the sex toy, Jon played with her nipples, teasing and plucking the hard buds. Within minutes, Ori was moaning, writhing, her body trembling, her breath ragged.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she panted.

Finally, she tensed, screaming as she climaxed.

The rest of the day was playfully lazy. They ate, they drank, they swam, they spent a lot of time talking. But Jon couldn’t bring himself to tell Oriana about her plane. Obviously, Jordan couldn’t either. Oh, they had plenty of opportunities, but it seemed that every time a decent opening occurred, he and Jordan would hesitate, and like that, the moment would pass.

Now they lay silent under the afternoon sun, relaxing. Ori, with eyes closed and small smile, lay sprawled between Jon and Jordan like a content cat. He glanced over her to where Jordan was, capturing his brother’s gaze. Jordan nodded, silently conveying his support.

It was now or never.

“Ori, I need to tell you something.”

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. “Do I detect a note of doom?”

“Yeah, um… Well, I’ll just come out and say it—”

“Wait,” Jordan interjected. “Do you really love us? Could you find it in your heart to forgive us if we wronged you?”

Oriana leaned up on her elbows. “Yes, I think I do—I’m sure I do love you. And yes, I would most likely forgive you. But what is this all about?”

“We lied to you,” Jon said quietly. “About your plane.”

“It’s not broken,” Jordan added.

She darted her gaze between them. “You fixed it?”

“No, it wasn’t broken to begin with.” Jordan sat up. “It works just fine. Jon even took it for a test flight—”

“I assure you, it was broken. I had to make an emergency landing. You must have done something to fix it.”

Jon sat up as well. “No, we didn’t. But Ori, that’s not the point. The point is we lied to you about it—well, not so much to you as to Jack because we didn’t want him to send you away, but still. You’ve stayed here because you thought you had no way home.”

“I stayed because I wanted to. Plane or not, I could have demanded that you call for help. I could have had someone come and pick me up.”

“But Jordan said you didn’t want to draw attention to us—”

“And did Jordan tell you that I also said I wanted to hang out here for a while?”

Jon nodded.

“There you go. I’m here because I want to be here.”

“But we lied—”

“Ah, to hell with it,” she said, waving him off. She lay back down and closed her eyes again.

Jon looked at his brother, who just shrugged.

“To hell with it?” Jon asked.

“Sure. You lied. You told me. You’re forgiven.” She smiled. “No big deal.”

He just stared at her, stunned. “That’s it?”

She opened her eyes again. “What? Do you want me to be mad?”

“Not want, per se,” he said slowly. “Just expected, I guess. Wow, Ori. You’re so cool.”

She rolled over to her side, propping her head up on her hand. “And had I been mad? Then what? What would you have done?”

“Apologized profusely, begged for your forgiveness, taken you back to your plane if you wanted, or if you chose to remain, spent the rest of your time here trying to make it up to you.”

“So more pampering?”

“Yeah,” Jon chuckled.

Oriana sat up. “You two pamper me enough. If I get pampered any more, I’ll end up a spoiled brat and Jack might end up spanking me like some naughty little girl.”

“Jack likes being a disciplinarian,” Jordan said.

“Wait until we tell him about the plane,” Jon muttered. “Then you get to see both of us dunked in hot water.”

“Really? You get spanked too?” She laughed. “Oh, my God! That’s too hilarious. I can’t imagine it!”

“No, instead he’ll dock our pay and make us do menial chores on our time off.”

“If he’s that bad, then why work for him?”

Jordan shrugged. “He’s not bad. He’s very honest and fair. A good boss. Pays well, gives bonuses, doesn’t take advantage of us, gives time off when we need it. As for the penalties when Jon or I mess up, he’s the dominant male, the den leader, and unless Jon or I could win a—”

“What my brother means,” Jon interrupted, “is that Jack is the eldest. We were raised in a clan-type environment, and still follow those traditions. Jack is the head of our family unit. He leads, we follow.”

“Wow. I didn’t think people still did that. So who punishes Jack when he does something wrong?”

“He doesn’t do anything wrong.” Jordan shook his head. “Ever.”

“Yeah, the man is so straight-laced I doubt he’s even jaywalked before.”

“He has to be that way.” Jordan explained. “He must set the example for the family—even as small as ours is at the moment. But we’re hoping you’ll join it.”

“Careful, Jordan,” Ori giggled. “I might think you’re proposing to me.”

“And if we were, would you say yes?” Jon asked.

She erupted into laughter again. “Sure! Why not? Let’s go to the courthouse right now. I’ll marry you both.”