Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 8

  “Wow. Where did you get the green lantern?” Quintana asked turning it around in her hands.

  “It’s the nonalcoholic variety, but…” Wynn reached behind him into the sports bag and pulled out a miniature bottle of vodka. “…I came prepared.”

  “But where did you get it? I’ve never seen it available in cans before.”

  “Online. I bought a box of them. I thought if it was your favorite drink I’d better get a few and keep them for you.”

  Quintana was stunned. “That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.” She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss.

  The noodles came with chopsticks, but Quintana used one of the forks Wynn had brought. She could use chopsticks but wasn’t all that skilled with them, and didn’t plan on spilling sauce all over one of her work shirts when she dropped a noodle or piece of vegetable as was inevitable if she attempted using them.

  “What have you been doing today, Quintana?” asked Wynn.

  “Just the usual. Spending time in both stores, helping customers, restocking the racks, keeping the books up-to-date.”

  “That’s right. I’d temporarily forgotten you do all your own bookkeeping instead of using an accountant or bookkeeper,” said Keelan.

  “I learned how to keep the books for Dad’s business so it seemed silly to pay someone to do it. If I do it every day it’s not much work at all. I have software for a small business and it’s pretty easy these days. Much easier, really, than when I kept ledgers in books for Dad.”

  “I guess that’s where the name comes from. Filling in actual paper books,” said Wynn.

  “Oh yes, and it seems strange because some things you enter on both sides of the ledger to make them balance. But the math is quite logical really. Do you have an accountant, Keelan.”

  “I have a tax accountant who files all my business paperwork, but I do the simple things myself. As you said, it’s not too hard to plug numbers into a spreadsheet. Especially once I got the idea of what went where.”

  “How do you choose the clothing, Quintana? Do you go to fashion shows and things like that?”

  “Hell, no. Even the boutique is aimed at the average woman, just one who wants nicer clothing than T-shirts and jeans. Most of those outfits you see in fashion shows would look absolutely ghastly on anyone over a size zero. In fact, a lot of them wouldn’t even come in anything larger than about a size four. No, most of the items I buy from web stores, a few from overseas designers, but mostly from places I know do good quality stitching and use fabrics that can be washed and dried, not fibers that the owner has to be incredible careful of when laundering. I don’t get much from overseas because too many suppliers use unethical work practices like child labor.”

  “Yes, I see that with the gemstones as well. I’m always careful to ask for the provenance of the stones,” said Keelan.

  She relaxed on the rug and nibbled at her meal as they talked. These men were great conversationalists. She agreed with so much that they said, and when she disagreed they listened to her and paid attention to her thoughts and reasoning, as she did with them. The picnic was a wonderful time to relax and just be herself while getting to know them both better.

  Quintana’s nipples were hard and her breasts felt full and achy. She was ready for her men, ready to touch them and be touched by them. She couldn’t wait for them to go downstairs and into Keelan’s apartment.

  But why wait until then? Lewis knows we’re here. He won’t let anyone else up here without warning us. Besides, it’s time I took the initiative.

  Quintana crawled across the rug to Keelan and put her hand on his chest. She was momentarily distracted by the hard muscles underneath her palm, but knew if her plan worked she’d feel a lot more of him soon.

  “Why don’t you lie down? You must be tired sitting like that with no backrest.”

  He gave her a quizzical look that said quite clearly he was just playing along with her, but he did settle back on the blanket.

  “You, too, Wynn.”

  “Your word is my command.”

  She kicked her pumps off and sat with a man on either side of her, then began unbuttoning Keelan’s shirt and brushing it off his chest. Wynn was wearing a T-shirt and he pulled it off himself as she was working on Keelan. She faced toward them one hand on each torso, stroking her palms over their six-packs, sliding her hands along their sides and tickling the tiny dip above their hips, before going back to gentle stroking.

  To mix up the action she did some long smooth strokes, and then rubbed her knuckles against their skin. Finally she brushed across their nipples, noticing how hard they were, and tweaked the little points. Satisfied with that section of her exploration, Quintana unbuckled Keelan’s belt, and then Wynn’s, unsnapping the top fastener on each man’s pants and pushing the zippers down. Again Keelan just lay and watched her, while Wynn wiggled his ass helpfully until his jeans had dropped past his hips.

  Both men were wearing boxers and both pairs of boxers were tented by impressive erections. Gently she freed Wynn’s cock, and then Keelan’s. Quintana dipped her head and licked the length of Wynn’s shaft, concluding by flicking her tongue into the slit of his cock. She wiggled to her other side and rolled Keelan’s balls in her hands, and then sucked his entire cockhead into her mouth. He tasted very nice, tangy and salty. Wynn also tasted good, but more earthy than tangy.

  Quintana pulled both men’s boxers down just far enough to access their equipment easily, but not so far they couldn’t pull them up instantly if they needed to. Now, with a bigger playground, she concentrated on her toys. Keeping her gaze on their faces, moving quickly from one to the other and back again, she stroked her hands over their bellies. She scraped her fingernails against their skin for variety, and took a diversion into their belly buttons on one trip down their bodies, but finally she grasped a cock in each hand and squeezed. Settling herself firmly on the blanket between them, Quintana tugged on the cocks for several minutes before stopping to suck the cockheads and roll their balls. Concentrating on both of them at once was a challenge, but she moved both hands together trying to keep her rhythm steady.

  After a little while, with both cocks standing tall and straight, she kneeled up and took Wynn’s erection in her mouth, sucking hard, before moving over Keelan and sucking him. She wasn’t sure she could give both men blow jobs simultaneously, but she didn’t want to focus only on one man just yet, so she licked up Keelan’s shaft, and then Wynn’s, and sucked Keelan’s balls and then Wynn’s, before flicking her tongue over both cockheads again.

  “I think we can do this more efficiently another way. Let’s get your clothing off, sweetheart,” said Keelan.

  “What?”

  * * * *

  Keelan saw the surprise in her eyes as he flipped her onto her back, but Wynn was right beside him pulling her pants and shirt off, removing her underwear and rummaging for a condom in his bag before lying down again and holding his cock upright.

  Keelan took the condom Wynn handed him and smoothed it over his shaft, moving Quintana onto all fours and down the blanket so her mouth was level with Wynn’s cock. “You suck him, sweetheart, while I fuck you from behind.”

  She seemed to understand what he wanted instantly. He loved that about her. She was very quick-witted, comprehending things easily without needing endless explanations or arguing about anything. He also saw the way the edges of her lips tilted up and he knew she was quite happy about this change of plans. He’d hoped she wouldn’t mind him taking over and it seemed she was ready to be fucked.

  As soon as she was in position he held his cock to her pussy entry and drove deep inside her. She was as hot as hell and so tight his eyebrows rose right up into his hairline in shock. But damn she was good. So wet he slid in easily despite her lust-swollen tissues.

  Keelan waited for a few moments once he was in her to the hilt, so she could catch her breath and line her mouth up for Wynn to fuck it. And then he began slowly pulling out of her and just as slowly driv
ing back in.

  Amazingly Wynn was able to match his pace, gripping Quintana’s shoulder with one hand and wrapping her long braid around his other hand. Keelan knew Wynn would pull on her hair as he came close to climaxing, to help her know what he wanted. Meanwhile Keelan kept both his hands on her hips, tilting her ass up to take his cock as deep as it could go on every stroke.

  She was so hot, wet, and tight. Keelan knew he wasn’t going to be able to last very long, but he also knew she was very aroused and so was Wynn. Wynn’s hips were pumping up high on every stroke, and he was breathing heavily. Keelan realized he was uttering little noises himself. That was all Quintana’s doing. He’d never been noisy making love in the past. But then again, his past experiences were just fucking. Only with Quintana had his heart been involved. Only with her was he truly making love. Making love with the woman he and Wynn planned to mate.

  Keelan caught Wynn’s eye and nodded assertively. He couldn’t hold on much longer. It was time to send Quintana flying. As he’d guessed he would do, Wynn grabbed her braid tightly and began moving her head. Keelan took one hand off her hip and reached for her clit. He rubbed the little button and then tugged lightly on it.

  Quintana groaned around Wynn’s cock so Keelan timed his strokes on her clit to harmonize with his strokes into her cunt. This time she whimpered more loudly. Aha. It was time. He drove deep inside her and pinched her clit. Her cunt convulsed around his cock, bathing it in her hot honey, and she wailed. He loved the sounds she was making as she came and it was her response that sent him off the edge into release. Her little whimpers, her cunt’s grip on his cock, her lush body under his hands. It was all Quintana. She was the only woman who ever had or ever would affect him this way.

  As he filled the condom with his seed, he noted that she was swallowing fast, so Wynn had come as well. That was good. They were a threesome, united together. Now, all she had to do was agree to mate them. But for that he needed to think of a romantic setting where they could give her the ring.

  Chapter Six

  Quintana just wanted to lie on the rug between her men and take a nap for the next little while, but she’d asked to come up here for a reason. To see them as wolves. She wasn’t stupid. She’d guessed, even hoped, sex might be part of the program, and she’d absolutely enjoyed it. But she wanted—needed—to see them in their wolf forms. She had to know how they walked, what they looked like, how they related to each other in their transformed shape, as well as in their human persona. It had seemed to her the roof was an obvious place to do that. Here there was space to run in privacy. She knew of several people who’d been shot by hunters when running as wolves. She would never endanger Wynn and Keelan by asking them to change for her in a park. The roof was as safe a place as they were likely to get.

  Reluctantly she sat up and pulled on her clothing. When Keelan went to copy her she shook her head. “I want to see you both as wolves. I want you to run around and play and show me yourselves. Your other selves.”

  “Right now?” asked Wynn.

  “Yes. You’re both naked. That’s a good place to start.”

  The men looked at each other and Keelan shrugged. He stepped back from the blanket, into an open space of bare concrete. He shimmered and was gone. Where he’d been standing was a wolf with mottled black and very dark brown fur, and liquid dark brown eyes. He was sturdy and muscular, and quite large even for a wolf.

  Wynn went over to stand beside the wolf and shivered, then transformed. He was just a fraction smaller all over than Keelan. Not as tall to the shoulder, not quite as solid in his build, and a little shorter in length. Also, his brown fur had the faintest tendency to curl She could picture him wanting someone to clip his fur short so it didn’t tangle in bushes, although likely that was just her imagination. His eyes were the same color as always, a lighter brown than Keelan’s.

  She’d noticed that a lot as a child. Most wolves’ eye colors didn’t change much when they transformed. It might lighten or darken a bit, but hair and eye color tended to stay true to their human form by and large.

  “Let me see you run around,” she said.

  Then she laughed as Wynn chased his tail like a puppy, before bounding over the low garden bed and racing across the open space. Keelan stalked around majestically swishing his tail, until Wynn crept up behind him and grabbed it in his teeth. The two wolves began an elaborate play of move and counter move, which she guessed was a game they’d shared together many times over the years, but she loved watching them, demonstrating this side of them until the inevitable end when Wynn ran away, Keelan chasing after him. Finally they returned and flopped down on the blanket beside her.

  “Thank you. I liked watching you.”

  Both men transformed instantly.

  “You’d know us again?” asked Keelan.

  “Of course. You retain all your human mannerisms at least to some degree. I appreciated you letting me watch you play.

  “You could play with us, too,” said Wynn.

  “But not tonight. I’ve done enough playing for one day,” she said firmly.

  * * * *

  Quintana’s emotions were a total mess. She was so conflicted she couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than three seconds straight. This was so different from her usual self where she’d find her entire body numb because she’d sat in front of her computer for too long without moving.

  She wanted Keelan and Wynn. They aroused and excited her as no man—or wolf—had ever done in the past. And heaven knows she’d been surrounded by males, growing up as the only female in her generation on Simon pack lands.

  A farm had been a wonderful place for a young child to run around and play. There’d been a rat plague just before her parents had left the farm. Even though it was horrible in many ways, and the rats had eaten the crops and vegetation and even the seeds for the following year’s crops, in other ways it had been quite exciting for a young girl learning to shoot the pests with all her cousins. In later years she’d wondered if the loss of that year’s crops and the future year’s seeds had contributed to the economic struggles of the pack, tipping them over the line from just succeeding to failing.

  But she’d never forgotten that she was a despised second-rate female human. That hurt. Then watching her father fail at his own business endeavor had built in her harder and stronger than ever the will to succeed. To never again be poor and reliant on other people. To never again be penniless and homeless, dependent on the charity of friends and having to couch surf for months until her father’s business was wound up and she could concentrate on her own work and studies.

  She’d sworn a solemn oath to herself that she would succeed. She would have money. She would be totally independent. And now she was considering placing herself in the hands of two wolves. Opening herself to their good will and depending on their kindness of heart. She must be crazy.

  She had to be strong. She simply couldn’t just hand over her life and her heart to two men.

  But maybe they didn’t want that anyway.

  Wynn had a task of his own to complete. To find out why there were so few werewolf females. Maybe once he’d interviewed the Simon pack he and Keelan would lose interest in her. After all, the potential extinction of an entire species was far more important than her emotions or her desire for security.

  Maybe she was tying herself in knots for nothing. They were delicious. Fucking them was awesome. Then they’d all part with no regrets.

  Yeah. Right.

  * * * *

  Wynn heaved a huge sigh of relief when he got a phone call from the Alpha of the Simon pack. Even the amazing rooftop sex of the previous night hadn’t been able make him forget more than briefly that he needed some new leads for the genealogy project and he was sure that pack would be able to help him if they agreed to do so.

  Last night. Hell yes, how awesome, it had been. There was something extra special about fucking in the open air. His brain had told him Lewis would never let anyone come up
on the roof without letting them know first, but his adrenaline had still pumped fast and hard at the thought of fucking out in the open.

  And as for Quintana, she had a mouth made for kissing, and also made for sucking his dick. She’d timed her strokes perfectly and had sucked exactly right, not too hard but hard enough to bring him off like a firecracker.

  Quickly he put the previous night out of his mind and focused on his phone call.

  “Thank you for contacting me, sir.”

  “I called the Supreme and had a long talk to him. He’s a good man.”

  Wynn had no idea what he should say to that comment but agreeing with the Alpha seemed safest. “Yes, sir.”

  “Your people will have to come out to the farm. I haven’t got the money to send a passel of people into the city what with the cost of gas, and then they would likely want to go shopping, and buy luxuries we don’t need.”

  For the second time in a minute Wynn didn’t know what to say. Should he offer to bring food with them? The Alpha had already suggested he should be paid. Wynn didn’t have much of a discretionary budget but it would run to paying for some food he supposed.

  Fortunately the Alpha answered for him. “The Supreme said you often bought dinner for people who answered your surveys. We have six alert older people so with myself that will be seven. Plus your own people, of course.”

  “If I bring the ingredients we’ll also need to allow for the women who cook the meal. It wouldn’t be fair to expect them not to eat what they have to cook. What day suits you?”

  Once again the Alpha had evidently planned what to say. In no time at all Wynn was sitting staring at his cell phone having arranged the meeting for the following Sunday afternoon. “That means I can bring Keelan and Quintana as well as Georgia. I hope one of them knows how to estimate the amount of food needed to feed a crowd. Make that food needed to feed a crowd with leftovers for those not actually invited to eat with us.”