Three Shifters for Sarah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

In the interim she was going to enjoy what she had and if possible let it heal her.

“My fiancé was from a very old east coast family. They were very religious and had strong political views. I on the other hand come from a family that doesn’t go to church very often, and doesn’t really understand or care about politics.”

“If this man left a beautiful woman like you, Sarah, for those reasons, then he must have been very weak,” Lance interrupted her. There was a scowl on his face. He was on her side 100 percent, and he was angry for her. She reached out and touched his hand indicating he should let her finish, but felt grateful for his unwavering support.

“He fought his family for me, told them he loved me and he didn’t care if I graduated from a community college instead of an Ivy League. His parents grudgingly gave us their blessing, and we set a date for our wedding. We lived in his apartment together on the Upper West Side. We were happy and we were in love. Since his family was traditional, we had to do everything by the book as far as planning for the wedding went, and it kept getting postponed for one reason or another.”

Sarah swatted at another tear that tickled her cheek as it made its way down her face. Seen from the distance of two years, her breakup with her fiancé seemed inane, just one of those things that happened to people as they live their life. Why she had let it sidetrack her for two years she couldn’t say, but knew it was more an indication of her own internal weakness than anything her fiancé had done to her.

“Anyway, one time the minister was on vacation,” Sarah continued. “The next time the church was going to be in use. The third time his best man was out of the country. Finally after the fourth postponement, we didn’t set a new date. We were growing apart. The differences in our past lives were coming out.” Sarah smiled and took a sip of her wine cooler. “He had promised to take us to a dude ranch out west. We thought maybe that time alone together could reignite the spark between us that had been there when we first met. We never got to take the trip, but that’s where I got the idea to ask my travel agent to book me a cabin at the Circle T.”

“At least something good came out of it,” Lance commented and gave her a smile which was rare for the tough cowboy. “And you got on with your life.”

Sarah shook her head. “No, I haven’t done a good job on that front.”

“You met three cowboys who are crazy about you and would do just about anything to get you to share their bed at night,” Lance countered.

Sarah allowed a smile to light her face. “You men aren’t exactly what I’d call getting on with my life,” she corrected him kindly. “I still want to have a family and a house in the suburbs and the whole bit. That dream’s just on hold for a while until I meet the right person.”

“There are three men who want to make your dreams come true if only you’d let them, Sarah.”

She didn’t want to have this discussion with him again. She just gave him a sad smile and kept her silence.

“If your relationship with us isn’t a part of getting on with your future, then what would you call it?”

Sarah thought about an honest answer for a moment. “Good friendship, good companionship, and fantastic sex. That’s all nice, but we can’t build a future on it. You have your world, and I have mine.” A thought occurred to her and she became serious. “In a way, though there are three of you, we face the same problems I faced with my fiancé. We’re from different worlds, and there’s no way to reconcile that,” she told him with a sorry lilt in her voice. “We can’t have a future, Lance. We can only have tonight.”

He gave a frustrated grunt which told her he didn’t like it one bit, but accepted her words as the truth and the untenable predicament they found themselves in as unsolvable.

“Why don’t we catch a cab and go back to my place?” she whispered to him across the tiny nightclub table.

“Why don’t we go to mine instead?” he offered.

“Where are you staying?”

“The Ritz-Carlton.”

“Battery Park or Central Park?”

“Central Park.”

“You’re not staying in the same hotel as TJ?”

“No. Because I’m selfish, and tonight you’re all mine.”

Sarah moaned inwardly at his words, and desire raced through her body. Already her pussy was damp with anticipation of what was to come, and her head swam with naughty fantasies that were about to come true.

“I’ve never spent a night in a man’s hotel room before,” she told him.

“Tonight you will.”

She took a deep breath. “I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

Thinking ahead, Lance ordered the cab driver to take them back to Sarah’s apartment first. She needed to pack an overnight bag and gather some things so she would feel fresh in the morning and not so much like she had just concluded a one-night stand.

Lance waited with the cab and told the driver to keep the meter running while he double-parked on the street in front of Sarah’s apartment building. Sarah ran upstairs and was back to the cab in less than ten minutes toting a canvas overnight bag over her shoulder. When she crawled in the backseat with him, he took her in his arms. The faintest whiff of perfume she must have applied while hunting for morning clothes in her apartment floated to his nostrils off the soft outline of her throat.

An erection was slowly swelling in his pants. He clutched her curves against him and caressed her shoulder through the thin fabric of her shirt. She rested her head back against his chest, and together they watched the bright lights of the various boroughs they passed through on their way back into Manhattan.

The round-trip cab ride came to just over eighty dollars, and Lance gave the driver a hundred and told him to keep it.

A valet was quick to open the back door of the cab. Lance got out first carrying her overnight bag and helped Sarah stand.

He put his arm around her shoulder, and a doorman opened the front door for them. They walked through the plush elegance of the lobby in each other’s arms oblivious to the world and everything in it except what was to come once they got upstairs.

It felt good to have a woman to take to bed with him once again. He had not had sex since his wife died because he was not the type of man for casual affairs. He had to know who he was with first and enjoy all aspects of her as a person, not only just her body.

Sarah was his mate as far as Lance was concerned, and although this might be the only night they ever got to spend together, to him it didn’t feel casual or impulsive. It felt natural and right to have her in his arms as they rode up on the elevator to his room.

Lance had wanted to fuck Sarah after he first met her and had a chance to talk with her in the corral of the Circle T. That had been less than two weeks ago, but in a way he had waited patiently for this moment over ten years ever since he lost his first mate.

Sarah’s eyes lit up when she saw the room and the view of Central Park from the twentieth floor. He felt a warm sense of satisfaction inside when he thought he had made her happy, but knew she wasn’t the type of woman to be impressed by material things.

However, he had gone to this hotel and rented this spectacular room just for her and for them, for their night together. Now he was pleased his efforts had paid off by making her feel joy.

“It’s kind of scary,” she told him as she looked out the window. He came up behind her, grabbed her possessively in his arms, and watched with her. “Being on top of the city and seeing the world from a new perspective makes me think anything is possible.”

He moved her hair out of the way and kissed down her neck, tasting her, smelling the enticing fragrance dabbed on her skin and picking up the scent of the even-more-charming aroma which was the body of the woman he held.

“I want to worship you all night,” he whispered into her skin as the flight of his kisses continued downward.

He heard her purr in satisfaction. “That sounds like a nice proposition.”

His hands were roaming around her front to cup her breasts. He wanted to throw her back onto the satin bedsheets and pull her snug-fitting little shorts down her legs and have her right then. But her enjoyment was more important than anything else. When his pleasure finally came, it would only matter if she felt the same intensity he did.

Reluctantly he pulled himself away and turned her about in his arms to face him. “They have very luxurious bath amenities here. Would you like to take a hot shower and get comfortable first?”

Her mind seemed to go far away, and he was alarmed to see her eyes grow big and get wet. Placing her arms around his neck she brought him down to her for a kiss.

“You’re so sweet, Lance,” she said. “And this day we’ve spent together has been one of the nicest of my life.”

“You were a good tour guide,” he told her.

“I’d like all my days to be like this one.”

“Maybe they can be.”

“Do you think we can work something out?”

“I don’t see why not. You have three shape-shifters who’d do just about anything to make you happy.”

“Thank you.” Their lips touched again. She tasted pure and wholesome and like sweet nectar. “I think I would like that shower now. But I promise not to make you wait long.”

She picked up her bag and bounded into the bathroom. Lance adjusted his erection inside his pants and watched her cute little body disappear around the corner and waited impatiently for her return.

* * * *

Sarah took a quick but very delectable hot shower in the large, comfortable bathroom of the suite. One of the guest amenities was a lovely fragranced body lotion that she applied to all parts of her body with special consideration given to her breasts and the apex of her thighs. The thick white liquid was soothing and an utter luxury as she rubbed it along her skin, her eyes closed to savor the sensation.

Stepping from the shower, she found a large terry-waffle bathrobe with the hotel insignia waiting for her on a hook behind the door. It fell to well past her knees when she slipped it over her shoulders, but was an instant comfort as the soft cotton massaged her naked flesh beneath. Using a bath towel, she wiped steam off the bathroom mirror and briefly looked at her reflection then placed the clothes she would wear in the morning on top of the vanity.

Feeling totally relaxed from her shower, she opened the door and stepped on bare feet out onto the thick carpeting of the bedroom. Lance waited for her on top of the bed. He had undressed and now wore the same large white bathrobe with the hotel insignia she wore.

“Thank you for the shower, Lance. It was a wonderful idea,” she said, still glowing from the luxury of the bathroom.

“You’re welcome.”

“Do you want to take a shower next?” she asked.

He gave her a half frown. “Do you think I need to?”

She got on top of the king-sized bed with him and crawled across the floral white sheets until she was in his arms. He kissed her lips, and she felt his whiskers tickle her face. Pulling back his robe to reveal the hairs on his chest, she inhaled deeply of his masculine scent and knew at once she could not wait for him anymore. She had to have him now. Her legs already felt weak, and her pussy was wet and swollen, the foretaste of her man having flamed her desire.

“I think you’ll pass inspection,” she told him.

He was rough from repressed craving as he ran a hand up her body and to the back of her head. Entwining his fingers in her hair, he forced her to look up at him, and she saw voracious hunger seated deep in his handsome brown eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her in a deep baritone that came from between tortured breaths.

“No, I’m not. I’m just average,” she answered him honestly, but held in his arms on top of the giant bed in the middle of that luxurious suite she did feel beautiful, and more importantly felt desired.

“For this one night you’re my mate,” he whispered between kisses down her face. He parted the front of her robe and bent to devour a breast, his greedy tongue searching out her nipple until it had billowed under his wet caress.

“Yes. I am all yours tonight, Lance.” She gasped and held him to her. His probing tongue tortured her as it fanned her need.

Soon he had divested her of the robe, and she was naked on top of the sheets, his to do with as he wanted. His job was to provide her pleasure and her job to accept and enjoy.

He kissed down her belly, down her neatly trimmed pubic mound, his mouth leaving sparks of electricity and a faint trail of saliva as he dived deeper. Involuntarily her legs parted for him. Then he plunged his face between them, and his glorious tongue was licking at her clit, bringing it from the swollen folds of her pussy and lavishing pleasure deep within her velvety folds.

Sarah grabbed him by his hair and cried out shrilly to the ceiling. She couldn’t stand it. This was too intimate, too intense, and her muscles were pulsing outside of her control. Oh God, it was frightening. He was taking her and forcing an orgasm on her, demanding one. His tongue and lips worked together to cause a dark medley of sensation to course through her body. Her back arched above the sheets, and her feet kicked the mattress.

A gasp escaped her lips and then a scream, and she moaned incoherent words in an imploring voice. Finally her voice broke down into sobs and a whimper, her body tensed up, and she shivered with unspoiled bliss.