Jessica’s Wolves(56)

Jess held her breath, as always, and then exhaled on a long, low moan as Reese filled her so completely with his thick length.

Somehow the men were always in perfect sync, even though she never specifically heard any conversation, neither verbal nor silent.

With her clit pressing into the soft hair above Charles’ cock, she had to concentrate to avoid another orgasm, even so close to the first.

Reese groaned. “I swear, one of these days … I’m going to last … longer.” His breathing was erratic, and he gripped her hips with such force, each finger held her firm. Somehow he managed to lift her on and off Charles while keeping up a matching pace for himself.

“Come for us, baby,” Charles demanded. Her attention jerked back to his gaze. When either of them ordered her to come, she was mush. They could probably force her to orgasm in the middle of a crowded mall if one of them leaned over and commanded it into her ear.

With a shiver, her orgasm plowed through her, her belly tightening as her pussy and ass both milked her mates. Everything contracted at once, a choreographed timing her body orchestrated with the mere hint of demand.

A symphony of moans filled the air as both men succumbed to their own orgasms right behind her.

She was so filled, both physically and emotionally. Each time they mated was somehow better than the last. She knew instinctively it would never grow old. She would forever crave this contact, her body demanding she give in to this destiny.

Somehow, as the three collapsed into the mattress, Reese freed her arms, and she snuggled between the men, waiting for her heart rate to return to normal before she could climb out and head for the shower.

* * * *

Charles clambered over adults and kids to get across the vast living room. He had only one goal in mind—coffee. He meandered through the ripped paper and scattered toys, making a beeline straight for the kitchen.

It was still early, but on Christmas morning there was no early in the Masters’ house. Soon, he and Reese needed to consider other living arrangements. His parents’ house was certainly big enough to accommodate the new mates, especially with two of his older brothers and his sister mated and living on their own, but he suspected Jessica was only going to tolerate this current arrangement for so long.

He chuckled to himself as he faced the coffee pot. Imagine if this Jessica he’d known so far was a “repressed” Jessica who feared being discovered having sex in his parents’ house. What would lie ahead for them if she really let loose in a home of their own? A chill went down his spine, and he had to shake the image from his mind.

Coffee. Dark and rich. He filled a mug. Steam lofted into the air as he brought the cup to his nose and inhaled. That alone perked him before he even took one sip.

Reese laid a hand on his back and reached around him in search of the same elixir.

“Where’s Jess?”

Reese laughed. “Where do you think? She never even made it past the kids. She’s on the floor with Jeremy and Miranda pushing a car around.”

Charles swung around and leaned against the counter to watch his mate in action. “She’ll make the best mother in the world.”

Reese nodded. “No doubt.”

“Think she’s going to be pissed when she finds out what we got her for Christmas?”

“No doubt.” He grinned at Charles as he repeated the obvious.

A knock at the door made everyone in the room pause for a brief second, one of those moments that lasted an eternity when it was really just a flash of time. In that pause, everyone seemed to think the same thing at once: Who’s missing? We’re all here. And which one of us would knock anyway?

It was over before an entire breath could be taken, and Charles eyed his mother as she climbed over boxes and trash to get to the door.

The man on the stoop nodded and rubbed his hands together against the cold. “Ma’am.” It was their foreman. Charles stepped forward. He didn’t like the look on Laurence’s face. He detected bad information even from across the great room.

He wasn’t alone. All the men stepped forward, Richard at the lead. “Laurence, morning. What brings you here on Christmas Day? Thought you’d be with your family.” Richard’s voice rarely faltered, but his normally strong tone had an edge to it this morning.

Images went through Charles’ mind. Sick calf? Missing cattle? Worse?

“Sorry to bother you folks, but two men have been spotted in town asking about you and your farm. I thought you’d want to know that right away.”

Jessica grabbed Charles’ arm, her grip almost painful. “Charles? You think it’s them?” Her eyes were huge globes filled with fear. “How did they find us?”