The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(41)

Faster they went now, pounding harder and deeper into Sierra. She’d stopped trying to wiggle, but her nipples were determined little points digging into his chest and he was aware of so much more of her delightful body he’d like to be touching as well.

Then she took matters into her own hands—or cunt—and squeezed her internal muscles hard.

“Shit!” groaned Cam.

Sierra climaxed, her body shaking so hard he couldn’t hold her still anymore, her legs and arms thrashing around, and her cunt and ass tightening around their cocks when he’d been certain that her channel couldn’t possibly become any tighter.

Cam went limp on top of her, telling Fergus clearly that the battle was lost. With relief he let go of his own iron control, his cum blasting into the condom. He and Cam stroked inside her a few more times, but it was all over. Cam was petting her back now, and kissing her neck. Fergus joined in touching her sides and arms, patting her and soothing her, knowing she’d come hard.

It was time to do the most important thing of all.

“I love you Sierra, and you’re my best friend, Cam. I want the three of us to become a committed triad from now on.”

“I want that, too. I love you, too, Sierra. I’ve known since the day at the lake that’s my personal dream,” added Cam.

Sierra pulled out from between them, rolling onto her back and looking at them both. Fergus leaned on an elbow and Cam sat up. “Are you sure this isn’t just the excitement of tonight speaking? Commitment is a big word,” she said.

“I just said I’d known for weeks, and Cam said he’d decided at the lake, so it’s not about tonight. You’re a better lawyer than that. You know what we’re saying is right. However, if it’s all a bit fast for you we can work out the details at a pace that suits you. Right after we’ve had a shower.”

Fergus jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom, disposing of his condom and turning the water on in the shower.

It was a big room, but he wasn’t sure how the three of them would fit in here. But just like all the other details, they’d work it out.



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Sierra let Cam go ahead of her. She wanted to get her own shampoo and conditioner out of her luggage for a start. Taking care of her hair would give her a bit of time to think. Yes she did love these men. She’d known in the parking lot at the clinic that she wouldn’t have mentioned her hope of a partnership if she hadn’t completely and wholeheartedly trusted both the men. She hadn’t even planned to say that until the moment she began speaking. But the devil was going to be in the details, and working them out wasn’t going to be as easy as Fergus seemed to think it would be. For a start, she was still committed to becoming a partner and rising as high as she could in her career. Committed to that first, above any relationship she may or may not add into her life.

Just because no one had commented adversely about her taking both of the men to the gala celebration tonight didn’t mean that if she suddenly announced she was involved in a ménage relationship she’d be accepted. On the contrary. Any hint of it, or of BDSM sex, and she could kiss good-bye to any hope of a partnership. She might even lose her job completely. She would have to stay very much in the closet. Fortunately she’d never told anyone anything about her private life, so maintaining silence about it would attract no attention at all.

But would the men be prepared to stay in the closet? Fergus was a Dom after all, and he and Cam were both wolves. Could they cope with a relationship that was kept quite private, especially from her work situation?

Would they live together? She didn’t have time for housework and cooking for two men. Wolves who likely ate a lot and probably expected grilled steaks, not a tub of yoghurt. And no way was she going to spend her evenings picking up their dirty socks and cleaning up after them either. But paying for a housekeeper would likely be out of her budget. Her money was devoted to her career and attending the events she needed to go to, and dressing well, her gym membership, her car, purchasing professional journals and e-zines she needed to read for her job, all of those were nonnegotiable.

Slowly she walked into the bathroom and stared at the men. Cam was in the shower, covered with foam, his body slick and glistening with soap and water, looking like some kind of god. Damn, he’s yummy. Fergus was leaning against the wall, staring through the doorway, waiting for her. His long, lean body screamed, “Sex on a stick.” She was totally spoiled that two such completely delicious hunks would even look at her let alone say they loved her.

She needed to treat this as if it was a case she had to solve. First, she loved them and wanted them, and they loved her. Second, her job had to have top priority in her life, therefore she couldn’t move in with them. Keeping the relationship secret was nonnegotiable, and besides, she needed her own space. But three, she would schedule them into her life every week, possibly even twice some weeks. That should be enough to keep them all happy, especially if they were careful to stay away from the kind of places her colleagues and clients frequented.