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  Derek finally took control. “Anyone up for going back to the picnic and finishing this excursion there?”

  Chapter Seven

  The way home from somewhere new always took less time than the trip out, especially when Sugar knew the pleasure that awaited her at the end of the journey. Before she knew it, they arrived at the encampment, and this time, as soon as she shifted to human form, she stripped off her clothes.

  Beneath her, the soft blanket offered a level of comfort. In front of her two potential lovers, Sugar covered her breasts. She was used to being with one man, but two? How would she handle both of them?

  “Don’t get all shy on us now,” Derek said, trailing his fingertips over her forearm. “Why are you hiding those precious breasts?”

  Heat flared up her chest and neck, contrasting with the temperature. Goose bumps popped up on her bare skin.

  “Oh, are you cold, baby?” Tyler asked. “I’m sure we could warm you up real nice.”

  “Will you two just stop? You’re overwhelming me. Coming at me from all sides. Yes, you’re both hot and all that, but a girl has to keep some control. Let me get used to this split attention first.”

  With a snicker, Derek stepped back with his hands held up. “If you want to slow things down, I’m good with that. If you don’t mind, though, I need a little bit of relief.”

  He moved his hands to his zipper and slid the fastener down. The bulge in his pants grew, or more like it bulged, as his jeans opened. “Ah, that’s a good start.” In a graceful gesture, he pushed the pants over his ass and stepped out, his erection clearly evident through his boxers.

  “Yeah, that’s more like it.” He rubbed his cock through the thin material, and Sugar watched in rapture as it grew and grew.

  “Now you’re just teasing me?”

  A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. “Teasing? Not me. If I was teasing, I’d do something more like this.” On that note, he whipped off the underwear, and stood before her, stark naked, and better than she ever could have dreamed. He stroked his long, hard cock, pumping his fist over the tender skin, wanking it as pre-cum glistened at the tip and his eyes closed in ecstasy.

  “Now you’re making me jealous,” Tyler said, breaking the intensity of the moment. “Two of us can play at that game.”

  Before Sugar realized what was happening, the other twin had undressed, and, low and behold, they were identical in their cocks, too.

  The mantra played through her head: Double the pleasure, double the fun? What would she do with two cocks so big?

  Oh, don’t fool yourself. You could think of plenty of ways to entertain all three of you. If we’re playing upon clichés, the more the merrier.

  “You two boys sure know how to tempt a woman into doing something she wouldn’t normally do,” she said.

  Derek laughed, his hand stopping mid-stroke. “Are you calling us boys? Because I think we’re proving right now that we’re way more like men.”

  “The size of the cock doesn’t make the man,” Sugar said. But, lord, she knew it certainly didn’t hurt either. Well, maybe just a little, but only in the best ways.

  Seeing both of them in all of their glory pushed her reservations. “Fuck it,” she said before closing the distance between the three of them.

  Reaching out, she tentatively ran her hand over Derek’s dick, eliciting a moan, and then switched to Ty. Both cocks were so excited at the additional attention. They bobbed up and down. She suppressed a giggle at the mental image of them weaving to orchestra directions with her being the conductor.

  Almost nothing a man disliked more than being laughed at during sex. Such an inopportune moment. Instead, she licked the tip of one, and then the other. Both men crowded for the attention of her mouth. She wouldn’t leave either of them out. The play continued, and she took more of them in, sucking harder and deeper, the pre-cum slick against her palms as she fisted them.

  More, her Wolf urged. Mine. More. At that moment, she was sure, her Wolf wouldn’t choose between one or the other. Something about the combination of Derek and Tyler called to her, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she possessed both.

  Pulling back, she lay on the blanket, rubbing her palms on the empty spots on either side of her. “Come join me.”

  Neither needed to be asked more than once. She lay on her side, facing Tyler. His hands shook as he touched the arch of her hip.

  “It’s all right,” she said. “We can take it slow.”

  The sides of his eyes crinkled. “I’ve waited long enough for this moment. I don’t want to take anything slow.”

  Insistent, he kissed her, and all the pent-up energy passed from mouth to mouth. Behind her, Derek settled, rubbing his cock against the warmth between her legs. By now, she must be drenched. Her core ached, wanting to be filled, wanting to come.

  Derek slid his hand over her leg and fingered her folds. With a sigh, she opened her legs farther, granting him more access. He took it, pressing a finger into her, and then he insisted on more.

  A warmth enveloped her nipple and Tyler sucked, stretching out the sensitive skin, raising her pleasure, before moving onto the other one. They touched her in tandem, hands everywhere, foreseeing every wish, every desire, until she stretched taut; need exploded.

  “Do I have to beg?” she asked. “I can’t believe I’m with two men and neither is taking advantage. Will one of you fuck me? Please.”

  Despite some of the hardships of hiding her other side until now, being a Wolf held some very good bonuses. She didn’t have to worry about catching any sort of sexual disease, and she couldn’t get pregnant unless she decided it was time. They were free to explore all the physical pleasures without any of those distractions or worries.

  “I never have,” Tyler said. He shifted away from her body, leaving a tangible absence and lack of warmth. “You might enjoy it more if….”

  She didn’t let him finish the statement. “No way. I’m sure your instincts are spot on.” With her fingernails, she raked a gentle stroke over his cock and it thumped its appreciation. “If you’re telling me I get to be your first, there’s no reason to feel bad. Right now, this is exactly what I need and want.”

  No more arguments. She swung her thigh over him, straddling his narrow hips. His cock pressed into her, and she reached under, helping him find his placement. He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath.

  “Look at me,” she insisted. “Watch yourself enter me and then watch the pleasure you bring me.”

  Tyler’s eyes fluttered open and stared at her with clarity. She caught a flash of amber of his Wolf surfacing, and then he moved beneath her. Gripping her hips, he thrust his cock deep inside her, and she timed her movements to his until they both panted with need. Derek caressed her back, watching them as he stroked himself. She took a moment to appreciate his patience, not pushing her too much, too fast, and then lost further thought to the pleasure.

  She bounced on Tyler’s cock, each stroke brushing her clit and sending pleasure throughout her body. He braced one hand on her side, cupping her breast, and stared into her eyes.

  “Yes, feel it. Enjoy it.” Their banter turned to moans as the pace increased.

  “You feel amazing,” Tyler said. With a final thrust, he came, his cock pumping his seed inside her. She reached down, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her clit, showing him how to touch her.

  “Like this,” she said, moving his hand faster, until he took over. Before his spasms ended, hers began. The walls of her sex tightened around him, and she rode out her climax.

  Slowly, the tremors passed and she leaned over, placing a kiss against his lips. “Thank you,” she said, reaching up to rub the crease in his eyebrow, “for trusting me enough.” Tyler wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his body, and in that moment, she knew she’d lost part of her heart to his gentle soul.

  Tough guy aside, part of Derek watched the interaction between Ty and Sugar and wanted
to be the better, bigger man and step aside. His Wolf, though, said, “Fuck that shit.” His brother may have waited this long to have sex, but Derek hadn’t given up his heart to another woman. He may not have been looking, but he’d found his mate, and no way was he going to risk losing this chance. A few days ago, he would have laughed at the idea of being in this position. Now, whatever came next between the three of them seemed like the most natural, right outcome.

  The scent of sex skyrocketed with their orgasms, and he assessed the situation before jumping on Sugar. While he had his needs, he didn’t want to push her too fast, especially when they were so close to finding exactly what they wanted.

  She moved off Tyler and lay on her back, staring up at the stars. The paleness of her skin glowed under La Luna. Silently, he worshipped her body, until she turned toward him and opened her arms.

  “Are you going to leave me all cold?”

  Faster than a flicker of doubt, he moved on top of her. This time, when he caressed between her legs, she was even wetter. She lifted her hips, pressing his fingers farther into her. The vixen didn’t need any more foreplay. She was primed, and he was more than ready to fill that void.

  Sharp nails scratched a tapestry down his back until she reached his ass. He didn’t need any encouragement, but as he fit his cock into her sweet pussy, she braced herself and pushed up, until he sank into the hilt.

  “Perfect,” she hissed. “Now, show me what you’ve got.”

  Their union took on a frenzied pace. He pulled out to the tip of his cock and plunged full force. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he held onto her ass, pounding into her until his balls ached, ready for release, and she let out a keening wail.

  “Ah, fuck me, Derek.”

  Her command was the key to pushing him over, cum pumping into her. After, he lay on one side, and Tyler took the other. The three of them worked on catching their breaths, and he fought drifting off to sleep.

  “Can you tell me about how you got your scar?” Sugar asked, real quiet as if afraid to break the magic of the moment.

  Derek had been there when the bastard hit Ty. If he’d been older, he would have killed Magnum, or more likely died trying. At thirteen, not much to do.

  “The distillery has always been a family business,” Tyler explained. “Even when we were young, Pa used to have us run the deliveries. It kept him out of the clutches of the leader, too. The more time people spent around him, the worse things went for them.”

  As kids, Derek and Tyler hadn’t paid much attention to schedules or deadlines. If they had to drop something off, it happened—eventually. Well, on this day, it didn’t happen quickly enough. They’d been out on the river fishing, and as the sun sank down low, Ty remember the box of ’shine.

  “The only thing worse than a mean drunk, is one hungover after a three-day bender,” Tyler said. “He was hurting for more of the poison, and we failed to deliver.”

  When they finally arrived, Ty handed over the precious package, and Magnum called him over. Usually, he gave them some type of tip or sweet. Not this time.

  “As soon as I got close, he threw one of the empties at my head. It broke, slashing my brow and blood dripped into my eye. It was my lesson to be on time in the future. He’d pointed to one of his cronies to grab me when Derek stepped in.”

  “Told him if he hurt Ty any worse, then Pa wouldn’t have anybody to make the deliveries. He didn’t like that much.”

  “I’m sure he didn’t,” Sugar said. “I’m glad it wasn’t all that bad.”

  “Bled like a son of a bitch,” Ty said. “Ma freaked when we got home.”

  “But from then on out, we always delivered first and played later.”

  Derek lifted the side of the blanket and laid it over the three of them. Well, his ass was out in the cold. For a while, they lay together, happy. Tonight, they didn’t have the luxury of spending the night, but his Wolf insisted that time would be coming and soon.

  Chapter Eight

  As quietly as possible, Sugar snuck into the house. Fortunately, Yas hadn’t waited up for her. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard a shuffling inside his room. He didn’t fool her. Then again, maybe he had decided to grant her some privacy. After cleaning up, she climbed into bed. The scent of her men clung to her senses.

  Part of her conscience warred with feeling guilty. What was she doing? Being with both of them? If she wasn’t so messed up, she’d be able to choose one man. But look how well that had worked for her in the past. Her Wolf didn’t want to pick. Her Wolf was greedy and wanted both. No doubt this was what she’d been waiting for. She’d never expected to find one mate, let alone two, while on this visit.

  “Please let me make the right choice,” she wished aloud to whatever gods or goddesses listened. After the night of loving, her sex was sore in the best way. She pressed her fingers against her clit, remembering what it felt like to be with both of them. So alike and so different. They’d been gentle, and let her get used to being with them. Derek had waited, although she knew he’d been on edge. And how sweet was Tyler?

  Now, she was thankful she’d never had sex with Jerry. He’d turned her off before they reached that point, and her lack of desire drove a wedge between them. It became harder and harder—no pun intended—to overlook his other flaws, to be polite. On reflection, she hoped it would make it easier for him to let her go. Maybe, instead, it made him want her more.

  Pushing the thoughts aside, she focused instead on the gifts she’d been given. They’d asked her to attend the festivities of the Winter Solstice with them in a few days, which meant taking their relationship public.

  She knew, too, that next time they got physical, if there was a next time, would be more adventurous.

  ***

  Over the next few days, Sugar worked with Yas on fixing up their family home. When it came to choosing colors to paint the master bedroom, he let her decide.

  “You don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?” she asked.

  “Who me?” A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Just because I already have a home to live in with Tala, and this beauty will soon be ready to inhabit by I-have-no-idea-who? Why would you ask something like that?”

  “Umm-hmmm.” The more she sweated cleaning out the drawers in the kitchen, and plastering over holes in the living room, and imagining lace curtains hanging in the breakfast nook, the more she saw herself living here, and with her men. While each visited, both separately, and together, they hadn’t had another chance for an excursion like the other night. Derek put in extra hours, making sure the liquid fire was ready, and Tyler helped hang decorations in the square.

  On the day of the Solstice, they stopped working early, and Yas handed her a small box.

  “What’s this?” She held it, knowing whatever was inside changed her future.

  “You won’t find out unless you open it,” he nudged.

  Lifting the lid, she glimpsed something bronze. A set of keys. She held them up.

  “No pressure, but just so you know, you always have a home here.”

  Sugar clutched the gift to her chest and kissed his cheek. “I can see why you decided to stay. There is a magic in the revitalization.”

  “And a magic in finding someone you want to spend the rest of your life with,” Yas said.

  No hiding the truth.

  They returned to the B&B to clean up. Sugar dug through her limited clothes, trying to decide what to wear. Tonight, if she could manage it, she wanted to bring the Baker brothers back to the house for a surprise of her own. They’d set up a huge king-size bed, and she adorned it with fresh linens. All she needed were the men to help her transform the house into a home.

  Her fingers brushed against the softness of her favorite sweater. Perfect. She slipped it on, turning in the mirror to check out how it clung to her curves. The buzz of Sugar’s phone surprised her. Not many people texted her these days, but she’d turned it on
in case Derek or Tyler had tried to reach her—rumor had it one of the new Wolves had been installing a cell repeater or tower or something. Maybe they’d gotten it to work.

  Going to wear the pink sweater tonight? It always looked so pretty on you. Too bad it might get ruined.

  Panic flared. Jerry. She looked down at her favorite fuzzy pink sweater. How could he know she was wearing it? Coincidence? She looked around her. The curtains on the bedroom window were open, but that was ridiculous. No way he was in Los Lobos spying on her. She yanked them closed.

  If he’d tracked her somehow, then she wasn’t safe anywhere. But that was impossible. No one snuck into pack territory. He was just messing with her mind. She fought the urge to look outside for him. It wasn’t like he was a shifter. He was an average guy. A tad psycho, as it turned out. She had the worse luck with men. She’d met Jerry in the college library, when she was studying for a test. While everyone else was stressed out, he was funny and distracting. He’d brought her dinner the next day. Turned out, he wasn’t even a student. He was just visiting a few friends there, and trying to pick up chicks among the stacks. She fell for it.

  In fact, he didn’t do much. He worked enough odd jobs to make some cash, and she never quite knew what he did for money. Moreover, he seemed to always be around and expected her to drop everything else in her life in order to cater to him. Life didn’t work that way. In her small family, they depended upon each other, but they also had to survive on their own.

  No one, especially a small-town gangster, because that’s what she feared he ultimately was, told her what to do.

  Even after more than a week, he wasn’t letting her go and fading away. How would she be able to go back to school with him stalking her? Who could she tell? Her brother, Yas? He’d probably get himself killed trying to protect her. The thought sent icy chills through her system. Not with a new mate, and so much at stake.