Tightly Held [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

When he lifted his head he saw Nolan’s dark hair covering her breasts.

What had Elsie told them before they’d left the pack? “Women can take a lot longer to be aroused than men. Men go from zero to ignition in a second, women take ten minutes.” Right, he could deal with that. He was certain she was past zero. Now to see if they could get her to blast off. Ethan bent his head to her skin again. Where was she sensitive? Which bits of her would arouse her the most?

“There are condoms in my pink makeup purse.”

Ethan nearly fell off the bed. She was ready to be fucked? She wanted them to fuck her?
Hell yes.
He had no idea what a makeup purse was, but how many pink things could she have in that small suitcase?

* * * *

Georgia hadn’t consciously decided to go to bed with Nolan and Ethan. When she was repacking her luggage she’d added a few extra things to her makeup purse, and the condoms had been sitting in the drawer in her bathroom, so she’d dropped them in as well. Of course she liked the men. For a start, they were stunningly handsome. But they were also helpful and good-natured, and she enjoyed their company. They were restful when she was busy, catering to her needs, yet the more she’d gotten to know them, the more she was coming to appreciate their humor and intelligence. Not once had anything thrown them off stride. She loved their even tempers and ability to deal with whatever happened in a mature yet uncomplaining way.

She couldn’t possibly have fallen in love with them in such a short time, but she definitely liked and appreciated them and enjoyed their company. Right now they’d aroused her to such a pitch that only being fucked could ease the bone-deep ache for them inside her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this might not be a good idea. What if they thought her cheap and easy and wouldn’t do as she asked them to anymore? Well, Wynn would have to send them home and get two more. Right now she wanted them desperately, and only having their cocks deep inside her would ease that ache.

Ethan lifted her head off the pillow and shoved the pillow under her ass. He sat by her head, tenderly stroking her breasts and tweaking her nipples. His hand was gentle, but the skin was roughened from hard work, and she enjoyed the contrast of his sweet manner, but tougher exterior.

And then Nolan was between her legs, holding her hips and thrusting hard into her cunt. Oh fuck, he was enormous. He stretched her pussy so wide. No one had ever filled her so full before.

She opened her eyes, which had slammed shut when Nolan entered her cunt, and saw Ethan kneeling by her head. She pulled on his side. “Come closer.”

He wiggled closer and held his cock to her mouth. Georgia flicked her tongue around his cockhead. Damn. He was huge as well. She tried to analyze his flavor, but it was damn hard to think with Nolan sliding purposefully in and out of her cunt. He was hitting all her buttons on every stroke. The man was insanely talented. Her job was to please Ethan. Determinedly, she licked him again, dipping the tip of her tongue into his slit and savoring his essence. Ah, now she had it. Salted almonds. More salt than almonds, but the flavor was there. Good to know. She held his erection and sucked the whole head into her mouth, then licked up and down his shaft before scraping her teeth lightly over the head of his cock. His entire body quivered as she did that. Aha. That rocked his world. She’d remember that. If she could hold a thought in her head, that was. Nolan was driving deep inside her cunt and driving her wild with need at the same time.

Georgia rolled Ethan’s balls in her hand and then sucked them into her mouth. She’d just licked his shaft again, planning to nibble the skin on the side of it, when Ethan pinched her nipples and Nolan slammed into her and the orgasm she’d been doing her best to hold at bay exploded through her body.

She dug her fingernails into Nolan’s shoulders and rode out the quakes, while Ethan’s fingers busily kept teasing her breasts.

Georgia closed her eyes, breathing deeply at the intense emotions roiling through her. She hadn’t experienced such a huge orgasm in a long time, but she’d failed Ethan in the process. The men were moving around on the bed, and she supposed Nolan would be disposing of the latex, and perhaps he was, but then hands were on her skin again, stroking, petting, squeezing.

When someone sucked her breast, her eyes flew open and she looked down to see it was Nolan. She looked farther down her body and Ethan was sitting at her feet, his cock an enormous flagpole clothed in a condom. He was obviously waiting for her approval. She couldn’t possibly come again, so soon. Could she? Deep inside her a little bubble of happiness welled among the last few quivers of her orgasm.
Hell yes. Why not?

She nodded at Ethan and opened her arms to him. Nolan wiggled farther to her side and Ethan lay over her and kissed her chin, her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth. When they broke apart his cock was pushing its way into her pussy and Nolan was stroking her hair, massaging her head with his fingers as he did.

“Hmm, nice,” she mumbled, not sure which man she was complimenting. Both felt amazingly good.

Ethan leaned up over her body, his weight resting on his forearms, and his hips pumping as his cock slid in and out of her. Nolan lifted her head onto his lap, and used his position to stroke and pet not just her hair, but also her shoulders, her breasts, and her sides, his hands never still. First his palms stroked her skin, then his fingers tweaked her nipples, and finally he rubbed his knuckles over her body. Coupled with Ethan’s rhythmic thrusts, the procedure was mesmerizing. Soon she’d once again stopped thinking, and was totally concentrating on thrusting her hips up into Ethan’s every stroke, and pushing her breasts into Nolan’s hands. The orgasm, which had never completely died, rose fast, sharp, hard, and then engulfed her. Ethan bent over and captured her lips with his, muffling her moans as she came and never stopping his pumping hips until she felt him come as well. More aftershocks raced through her body.

Georgia had expected the second climax, assuming she came at all, to be a pale shadow of the first. Instead it was just as hard and all-consuming. Fuck. These men could prove to be addictive. She could certainly get used to being loved like this.

* * * *

Nolan woke early and went and took a shower. Once he was dressed he went out to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. There was plenty of food there, but he didn’t really know how much to cook. Should he assume they’d need two more breakfasts each, or just one?

Georgia had a healthy appetite. Of course, she was a wolf after all, but she wasn’t one of those women who refused to eat in case she put on weight. Not that she was fat. Hell, he’d seen her body in all its perfect detail last night and it was amazing. She had rich curves at her hips and breasts, but no wobbly, flabby fat, just lush womanliness instead of angular, sharp protruding bones. He really didn’t like that on a woman. Those clothing designers could say whatever they liked, but he really didn’t think that women who looked like famine survivors were beautiful. But someone like Georgia, now, she was beautiful. Stunningly beautiful.

His cock stretched and grew in his jeans, and he concentrated on beating eggs and chopping tomatoes, onions, and peppers, to take his mind off the wonderful woman he knew should be his mate. As he added bacon to the pan, he heard the shower turn on and wondered if it was Ethan or Georgia. He also wondered if he should wake her up if she didn’t wake by eight o’clock. Or maybe half past eight. How long would it take her to get dressed, have breakfast, and get her papers together? Eight would be safer perhaps. He wanted her to have as long as possible to sleep in, but he didn’t want her to be all stressed out through lack of proper preparation time. He needed to pay more attention to her, to learn how long it took her to do things, so next time he’d know exactly what to do.

Still unsure how much food to prepare, he toasted everyone two slices of bread to go with the omelet and bacon, but left the loaf of bread beside the toaster in case Georgia was still hungry. He knew Ethan would instinctively follow his lead about the amount of food.

By the time the coffee was ready and he’d put plates, cutlery, and orange juice on the table, both Ethan and Georgia arrived, showered and dressed, and Ethan got out the mugs and glassware.

“Having you here to look after me is very addictive,” said Georgia.

“If you’ll let us, we’d like to continue looking after you,” said Ethan.

Nolan nodded, watching her face.

She flashed them both assessing looks but said nothing, continuing to eat her meal. When she went to put her plate in the sink, he took it from her. “You do what you need to do to get ready for the day. We’ll take care of this. All you have to do is tell us what you expect of us today.”

Georgia leaned back in her chair and flipped her strawberry-blonde hair back over her shoulders.

“It’ll be exactly like the second day at the Cottlesloe pack, unless any of them have remembered any more hints of ménages. If they have, send them to me.”

“That’s fine. We should finish here today then.”

“Yes, and tomorrow we’ll move on to the other pack. It’s, what, two hours from here?”

“A little over that. Maybe two ten, two fifteen,” said Ethan.

“Good. Let’s do it.” Georgia gave him the most amazing smile. It melted his heart completely and made him long to snatch her into his arms again. But doing that didn’t feel right in the morning, and in the kitchen of a borrowed house where anyone might walk in on them.
Fuck it!

* * * *

Ethan had really hoped they could make love to Georgia again that night, but the pack wanted to spend time with her, constantly drawing her into their conversations. By the time they returned to the little house he and Nolan needed to check their maps and directions for the next day and Georgia went straight to her room closing the door. He couldn’t complain, they were here to work and had gotten a ton of information, but his dick was disappointed. Hell, all of him was disappointed.

The Alpha officially said farewell to them the following morning, with what seemed like half the pack watching on, and then they were on their way again. Ethan was slightly nervous about finding another new place, but a lot more confident than he’d been on their way here, and from his home to Hanson Mall originally. He and Nolan knew their way around maps, Google, and other online sources now, and the lack of a GPS no longer worried him.

But when they arrived at what should have been the pack’s farm he started wondering if he’d done something wrong. The fence was at least fifteen feet high and topped with razor-barbed wire. The gates were securely locked, and it appeared the road went through a small river right after the gate. “Is this the right place? I’m sorry if I’ve taken a wrong turn—”

“We haven’t been here before. The Alpha and a couple of his elders met Wynn and his team in town. I was planning to meet some senior citizens this time and do a much better interview, which is why we’re here.” Georgia jumped out of the SUV and pushed a buzzer on the gate.

Ethan wound down his window, wondering if he should get out of the car to protect her. He looked all around but no one seemed to be anywhere nearby.

“Yes?”

“Hi. I’m Georgia Edwards here with a team to interview the—your managing director about the family history project. I’m expected.”

“What is the account number quoted on your paperwork?”

“Wait while I look at it.” Georgia walked back to the car and pulled some papers out of her briefcase. Riffling through them, she took one across to the buzzer. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

She quoted the number.

“Get back in the car and wind all the windows completely up and close all the air vents. This farm is part of the American First Seeds project and it’s very important no stray seeds or pollen enter our property. Your car will go through several baths. Do not open your windows until you arrive at the house and I greet you.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Georgia climbed back into the SUV. Ethan closed his window and checked the others had done the same. It all sounded really weird to him. He sure as hell hoped he wasn’t going through poisonous gases or anything.

When the gate began to open, he drove up to it very slowly and steered carefully into the river. The road was firm underneath his wheels, and there didn’t seem to be any tidal flow, so likely it was more of a moat than anything else, although the water wasn’t clear or fresh looking.

He saw Nolan staring at the floor of the car, and a quick glance in his rearview mirror showed him Georgia looking out the window. He’d really have liked to talk about it, but decided he’d better keep his mind on driving. There could be hidden potholes or anything under the murky waters.

Once they came out of the water, a sort of net thing came down over the car and a red light ahead of him flashed on. Instinctively, he stopped. Water poured over the car then brushes scrubbed it and more water poured over it again. The light, which had sat firmly in front of him while this was happening, retracted to the side of the road. He took his foot off the brake and began driving slowly once again.

“That’s the weirdest car wash I’ve ever seen,” said Nolan.

“They definitely take this First Seeds Project seriously,” said Georgia.