“Do you want to call yourself York Paulson?” she asked.
York thought about it for a while. He’d thought of naming himself occasionally, but he’d never needed a family name so he hadn’t done so. “No. I think I’ll be York Greenmountain. That way we’re really a family as I have both your names as part of mine.”
Nevis gave him a hug. “I like that. Thank you.”
“Food,” said Bronx firmly, turning into a truck stop. York watched as Bronx expertly maneuvered the big rig into a truck space, and then he jumped down from the cab, holding out a hand to help Nevis. It was a hell of a long way up into the cab but she managed it like she’d been doing it for years. She might be curvy but she was very fit for a human female.
* * * *
Nevis was tired by the time they’d emptied her storage locker and loaded everything into the truck. The two men did all the heavy lifting while she drove Walter down the ramp off the truck, then around the huge building to the office to pay off the locker and get her deposit back. By the time she’d done that Bronx and York were already loading the biggest things into Animal. So she started carrying smaller boxes, filling up a trolley and wheeling it to the bottom of the ramp for one of the men to push into the truck. There she unloaded the trolley stacking the boxes against the side walls of the rig. It took hours.
But instead of finding a hotel to spend the night, Bronx told her to drive Walter back inside Animal. The men loaded the ramp into the truck then Bronx started driving out of town.
“How far are we going? I’m quite tired.”
“There’s a truck parking area about five miles out of town on the road we need to take. It’ll have picnic tables and bathrooms and water. We’ll stop there,” said York.
She supposed that was logical enough, but she thought these rigs only had one bed, for the driver. She wasn’t sure she wanted to sleep sitting up in the cab. Oh well, it’s only for one night, two at the most.
Bronx pulled Animal to the very back of the truck parking area, and then they all climbed out of the cab and into the back of the truck. She noticed the men had stacked several of her boxes away from the rest of them, and these were ones with her bedding in them. “You’d be out of luck if I hadn’t labeled everything so thoroughly, wouldn’t you,” she teased them.
Bronx picked up a length of rope. “I’d just whip your ass until you remembered which boxes the blankets were in,” he teased her back.
Nevis laughed. It was wonderful that Bronx was relaxing around them and joining in with their laughter. He was hardly grumpy at all now, although he was very focused on making the business a success. But that was his responsibility after all.
They piled all her blankets onto the floor, then laid a couple of sheets over them, leaving a doona to the side to add on top afterward.
“Undress, my slave,” ordered Bronx. She gave him a calculating look, but it wasn’t like anyone could see them. The window from the cab into the rear compartment let in adequate light for them to move around, but the only way someone could look at them would be by climbing up onto the hood of the truck and peering through the windshield, which was most unlikely to happen.
She removed her clothes and stacked them in a pile beside her shoes, then stood, hands on hips and stared at Bronx. “Aren’t you rather overdressed for this scene?” she asked.
“If I take my pants off you’ll have to suck my cock,” he challenged her.
Nevis grinned. She’d been thinking about doing just that. Sucking both their cocks. She wanted to know what they tasted like. What were their differences and similarities? Did all shape-shifters share an underlying flavor or not? “That’s doable.”
Bronx put the rope on Walter’s hood and began stripping out of his clothing. For such a very large man he moved surprisingly gracefully. He was very intentional about what he did, but there was an innate smoothness to his actions, with no wasted gestures at all. He was light on his feet as well. He’d been wearing boots, but wasn’t clomping or stomping on the base of the truck, but rather, he stepped as silently as she did.
Perhaps it was his wolf side coming out. She really needed to get them to show her their wolves soon.
Once again Bronx picked up the rope and cracked it like a whip. “When we collect my possessions tomorrow we’ll be able to play a true scene, as I’ll have my toy box and a ball gag so you don’t scream the neighborhood down when York and I bring you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had. But tonight, I’ve always wanted to fuck a woman on the hood of a car. I hope Walter doesn’t mind, but maybe he’ll enjoy being part of the ménage.”