Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  No. I’m not falling in love. It’s just that they’re interested in me and I haven’t had a decent fuck in way too long. A night together will get it out of my system. Wynn will disappear again and I need never speak to Keelan if I don’t want to. They’ve just reminded me that I’m a woman, that’s all it is.

  But no matter how often she told herself that she wasn’t attracted to them, Quintana kept thinking about them and looking forward to her evening out. She deliberately didn’t dress any different from normally. She always bought her outfits from her own stores, thinking of it as making herself a living advertisement for the stock. Her only concession to her date was to braid her hair in a more intricate style, one that she knew drew attention to its color and shine.

  She forced herself to stay back in the store, sorting and rearranging the stock, and making notes on new items until after eight. She refused to go up to the fourth floor too soon and hang around waiting for them like a lovelorn fool. She arrived punctually though, not wanting to disrespect them. They were both waiting, and looking so handsome her breath hitched. Wynn’s hair curled at the ends, and his muscular chest filled out a red sweater to perfection. Keelan was less dramatically dressed in black pants and a white shirt, but he, too, looked tall, dark, and delicious.

  Dammit I want them. I want them both.

  Chapter Three

  Keelan barely restrained himself from rushing over to her and pulling her into his arms. She looked one hundred percent edible. She was so far beyond delicious, beautiful, and perfect he decided they’d need to invent a new word just to describe how amazing she looked. She always dressed nicely—after all, she owned and managed two clothing stores. But it was more than her clothing. It was the way her hair shone deep brown in the theater lights. The way her dark brown eyes sparkled with humor and intelligence. The delightful smile that tilted her lips up at the corners, and the floral feminine scent of her all bound up together into the package that was Quintana Simon, the woman he wanted and was determined to take to bed tonight. He and Wynn would demonstrate to her so clearly she couldn’t misunderstand just how much they wanted her, needed her, and longed for her to be with them.

  He didn’t really watch the movie. Mostly he watched Quintana. He noticed how her forehead creased with two lines when she was thinking, and how her lips always curved at the edges first before she laughed. He noticed how she sat quite still for long periods of time, without any fidgeting, whereas Wynn was constantly moving, and even he tended to shuffle his feet and lean forward or back on his chair. He noticed that she seemed to enjoy the explosions, chases, and fight scenes the best, and even occasionally seemed to be critical of the dialogue. But most of all he just imprinted her on his mind and his heart so he would never forget these wonderful hours in her company.

  Keelan had spent several hours the previous night cleaning his apartment from top to bottom, and this morning as soon as he’d gotten up he’d changed the bed, putting new linens on it. He’d done a few other little things to try to make his apartment look more welcoming, but was well aware that to a woman’s eyes likely it’d still seem cold and masculine. But at least it was clean. So when the credits began rolling after the film, and the lights came back on, he jumped straight in while she was still hopefully happy and relaxed. “Wynn and I were hoping you’d come to my apartment now for some coffee.”

  “Just coffee?”

  “I also have blueberry muffins and honey oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.”

  “That wasn’t what I meant and you know it.”

  Keelan hoped he wasn’t blushing. His face felt a little hot. Fortunately Wynn answered for him.

  “Keelan and I would never try to get you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

  Quintana looked around the theater and stood up. “Where is everyone else?”

  “There isn’t anyone else. We hired this cinema for the evening,” said Keelan.

  “What did you do that for?”

  Wynn jumped in to answer. “Haven’t you ever been to a movie and had it totally ruined by people talking at the top of their voices, or throwing popcorn, or constantly answering their cell phones? Well I have, and Keelan and I didn’t want to risk anything like that happening on our first genuine date.”

  “Second date,” replied Quintana.

  “Whatever.”

  “So will you come to my apartment now, please, Quintana?” Keelan asked, forcing himself to breathe normally and speak softly even though he wanted to hold her and beg her and kiss her.

  “Thank you. I would like to visit with you.”

  Keelan couldn’t resist picking up her hand and squeezing it gently with relief. To him, it seemed as if a massive hurdle had just been overcome.

  Talking about the movie, they walked from the cinema along the mall and to the professional suites. Wynn swiped the glass door open for them, but Keelan had to swipe his card at the elevator. The wolves were very security conscious, and Wynn’s swipe card would only let him access the floor where he was staying, the seventh, not the one where Keelan had his apartment, the eighth.

  “I like that these apartments are so secure. That’s the only thing that kept Hawthorne and Willow Cunliffe safe from Bailey and Jackson Hamilton, isn’t it?” Quintana said.

  “Well, that and the fact that Cadfael, Rhion, Maelor, and Dylan would have killed to protect their women if they had to,” said Wynn.

  “What’s happened to the Hamilton men? They’re both in jail, aren’t they?”

  Keelan stared at her as he opened the elevator door to let them out at his floor. “Yes, both are in jail and both are in a lot of trouble. Bailey was actually caught first on charges of tax evasion, but now they’ve added kidnapping and a few other things to his crimes. Jackson Hamilton will be in jail even longer on kidnapping and attempted murder chargers. There were three people locked away in his well-being center who had been deprived of their liberty illegally. His two security guards are in jail for a long time as well. The nurse who cared for the dementia patients got a very light sentence as she was powerless to do anything about the other people and there was no evidence she knew they weren’t being treated properly.”

  “Do you think she knew what was happening?” asked Quintana as he stood back to let her enter his apartment.

  “She probably guessed something wasn’t right, but I doubt she knew how bad it really was,” said Wynn.

  Keelan wanted to see what Quintana thought about his apartment. He remained by the door and watched as she stepped in his living room. It was just a room, but it was clean, and neatly furnished.

  “I like the flowers. Do you always have them?”

  He wished he could say of course he had them, but had to be truthful. “I love flowers but when I keep potted plants they always seem to die. I try to buy flowers regularly but don’t always remember. Heather always gives me the hardiest plants she has in stock.”

  She grinned. “I like Heather. I buy flowers from her often, too.”

  He led the way to his kitchen counter and waved her and Wynn to seats while he flipped the switch on his coffee maker. He took out the bags of muffins and cookies and put them on a plate.

  “I’m really looking forward to when the roof garden is completed. It’ll be wonderful to go upstairs and be among trees and growing things,” said Wynn.

  They talked desultorily about the movie, and plants, and food as they had their coffee, but all Keelan could think of was how lovely Quintana looked and how much he wanted her in his arms, in his bed.

  After several minutes of silence he walked around to her and pulled her into his arms. “May we kiss you now?” he asked.

  She gave a tiny nod and he pressed his lips to hers. She tasted of blueberries and honey, of chocolate and of coffee. But mostly she tasted soft, sweet, and divine.

  Keelan licked along the seam of her lips and she opened to him. He wrapped his hands around her waist and deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers, before tasting every inch of
her mouth, along the insides of her cheeks, across the roof of her mouth, and behind her teeth. His tongue delved into her depths and his dick filled and grew until it pressed painfully against the front of his pants. Finally he let her go and turned her gently to face Wynn. Wynn had been waiting so patiently for his turn, and besides, he had to remember Quintana was human and wouldn’t have the ability to hold her breath as long as them. But she’d tasted wonderful, so soft, willing, and delicious.

  When Keelan saw Wynn open his eyes again, he gave the tiniest flick of his head toward the bedroom. Without saying anything, Wynn scooped Quintana up in his arms. Keelan hurried into his bedroom, closing the curtains and turning on the lamp on the nightstand, one he’d thrown a red silk scarf over, hoping to give a gentler, more romantic light in the room. He’d also placed two large vases of flowers on his dressing table. He asked Heather for flowers with a sweet fragrance, but one that wouldn’t be overpowering. As always her advice had been excellent. The room smelled nice, welcoming, but not scented enough to be intrusive.

  Wynn set Quintana on her feet, and Keelan stood in front of her, shoulder to shoulder with Wynn.

  “We promise we won’t do anything you don’t want us to. But we’d both very much like to take you to bed now.” Keelan watched her face looking for any signs, positive or negative.

  “I’d like that,” she whispered.

  Keelan want to yell his pleasure, but instead he rolled the quilt down off the bed and dumped it in the corner of the room before grabbing the sheets and pulling them down as well. Then together he and Wynn sat her on the end of the bed. Wynn kneeled and took off her shoes. Keelan waited until he’d placed them over by the wall and then he started unbuttoning her shirt.

  They each held one of her arms to pull the shirt off. She gave a little shiver as they did, but her skin didn’t feel cold so Keelan was fairly sure her reaction was one of lust. At least, he hoped it was.

  Gently he pushed her down to lie on the bed and unzipped her pants after Wynn unsnapped the button at the top. Together, each of them holding a pants leg, they pulled the garment from her body.

  She had wonderfully long legs, and a lean torso, although her breasts were round and full, just the perfect size for her body. Her height made her look more elegant, but it wasn’t just that she chose her clothing wisely and was blessed with a few extra inches of leg length. Her beauty was in her proportions, but also in her innate grace. Keelan rather thought she’d look good in just about anything because she’d wear it with style and distinction.

  When they went to remove her bra, Quintana sat up again, shaking her head. “You two first.”

  Keelan felt a little embarrassed at getting undressed in front of other people. It’d been a long time since he’d done that. Even when he went to the fitness center and swam laps he tended to shower and dress in a private cubicle. Still, he supposed he’d better get used to it. If they were to be a family it’d be happening most nights. He went over to where he’d set the quilt and toed off his shoes, pulled down his pants, and removed his shirt, piling the pants and shirt on top of the shoes.

  Then he looked back toward the bed. Wynn was completely naked, his dick standing up tall and bobbing against his belly. He had a faint blush on his face, but his gaze was fixed to Quintana’s body. She was looking from Wynn to him and back again. She had that little tilt at the edges of her lips, so he knew she wasn’t unhappy with what she could see.

  He walked back to the bed and sat behind her. “Can we take your bra off now?”

  She gave a sharp little nod so he unsnapped it, letting the straps fall down her arms. Wynn was right there, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. Once again Keelan gently pushed her backward onto the bed. Wynn climbed up on the other side of her and without thinking about it, both men leaned over her and began licking and sucking her breasts.

  Keelan was hoping they might even be able to give her an orgasm this way. Some women needed clitoral stimulation, but he knew some women had ultrasensitive breasts. It was time to learn what Quintana liked and what made her fly.

  First he licked wet lines under her breasts, then on the soft and delicate undersides. He played all around the breast and licked her ribs and side, gradually moving closer to the mound itself, only to concentrate on the underside again. Finally he sucked her areola and nipple, filling his mouth with her tender, sweetly scented flesh.

  He rolled her nipple against his tongue before stretching it a little by tugging gently on it with his teeth. Then he sucked her areola again until his mouth was full of Quintana, and went back to concentrating on her nipple, stretching and elongating it, and sucking on it. She responded by pushing her chest up into their mouths, so he took that as approval and bit very gently on the nipple and her globe. Next he tried some more licking lines and spirals on her flesh and puffing warm air on the wet places.

  He caught Wynn’s gaze and they each took hold of a side of her panties and pulled them down her legs, letting them fall off her feet. Now Keelan lifted one of her legs high in the air and licked all along the insides of her thighs, teasing and tasting every inch of her warm soft flesh. By the time he arrived at the line where her leg joined her torso, Wynn’s head was in his way, so he scooted up the bed some distance and began stroking and teasing around her belly button, then up and down her side, before returning to her luscious breasts.

  Keelan desperately wanted to fuck her, but Wynn was doing a great job of arousing her, and hopefully there’d be many more nights with her in their bed, so he opened the nightstand drawer and handed a condom to Wynn.

  While Wynn rolled it down his shaft, Keelan settled himself with his head beside Quintana’s and his body out of Wynn’s way. When Wynn held both her legs over his shoulders and drove deep inside her, Keelan concentrated on kissing her face. First her nose, then each eyelid, back to her nose, and across each cheek. He pressed kisses along her jawline, and only when she was gasping for breath did he possess her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out, fucking every inch of her mouth as Wynn was doing lower down.

  He was careful to give her breathing space, while he licked and sucked an earlobe, or a breast, but then he captured her lips as she climaxed, sucking her cries of release into his own mouth.

  * * * *

  Quintana’s entire body was throbbing with release. Wynn and Keelan had been a devastatingly sensual team driving her higher and higher before Wynn entered her and fucked her to an orgasm. And what an orgasm. She hadn’t come that hard ever before and they were both still kissing her, teasing her, making love to her. Quintana lay flat on the bed panting, but her nerves were still tingling and excitement fizzed throughout her body.

  Keelan kicked his briefs off and rolled a condom over a most impressive erection. Actually Wynn’s cock had been long and thick as well. Did she want Keelan to fuck her now? Could she come again? Hell yes to both of those questions.

  Gently Keelan turned her onto her hands and knees, then he leaned over her back and drove his cock deep inside her. Oh, hell, she was very tight, swollen from her orgasm, but he pushed hard and deep yet patiently to work his way in, and filled her once again. Keelan brushed her braid off her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck with gentle arousing touches that made her pussy quiver around his cock. Instantly Quintana knew she’d climax again and soon. Keelan hadn’t even pumped into her once yet, and already her body was demanding more from him.

  Wynn wiggled under her body and grabbed her breasts with both hands, sending a spike of lust roaring through her and making her gasp with delight. She gasped even harder when he began pinching and stretching her nipples, while licking her rounded globes. Then Keelan gripped her hips firmly and started to thrust in and out of her cunt. He tilted her ass up and penetrated her impossibly deep, sending fire through every nerve in her channel while Wynn drove her higher with his touching of her breasts.

  Quintana had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself screaming with need. Even though she’d just had an amazing or
gasm, the urgency in her belly, the desperation to come again, was intense. Her entire body was on fire and she wanted to slam back onto Keelan’s cock, but that might have made Wynn lose his grip on her breasts. He was giving her too much pleasure to risk it ending any time soon.

  Quintana rested on her hands and knees, dropping her chest a little lower into Wynn’s hands, stretching her spine back to keep her cunt under Keelan’s control.

  From out of nowhere, Keelan’s fingers appeared on her clit, rubbing the hot little bud, and tears filled Quintana’s eyes. Oh hell she needed to come so bad she was about to explode from need.

  In a way she was beginning to recognize as a sign the men really were closely bonded to each other. Keelan pinched her clit at exactly the same time as Wynn pinched her nipples. Quintana screamed and exploded, the climax hitting her like a runaway train. Her limbs were so weak if Keelan hadn’t had a hand on her hip likely she’d have melted into the sheets in a puddle of lust. He pumped into her again and again, until finally she felt the burst of heat that proved he’d come. Meanwhile her cunt was still rippling and quaking all around him. Her arms and legs wobbled with the release and Wynn slid to the side, stroking her spine as she collapsed flat on the bed.

  “That was one hell of an orgasm and you are a hell of a team,” she mumbled, her face flat on the bed.

  “Sweetheart, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” said Keelan kissing her ear.

  “We promise to improve every time,” added Wynn.

  “Better might kill me, but what a way to go.”

  * * * *

  Wynn paced the floor only vaguely aware that likely his actions would be irritating Keelan. Well too bad. He needed to think and he thought better, faster, more efficiently on his feet. Then he nodded to himself, having come to a conclusion. “I think you and Quintana should come with Georgia and me to interview the Simon pack.”