He didn’t know which made him come, the feel of her anus around his cock or her loving, sex-filled face. His balls drew up, tightening for the release, and it was there, pummeling through him as Reese drove one last time and shouted his climax.
Her body trembled, and her walls convulsed as Charlie opened her mouth in a silent cry, heralding her orgasm. She held onto Reese but sought Blane’s eyes as her body shook. With one last cry, she laid her head down, her body still twitching in the aftereffect of her climax. Exhausted, Blane fell away from her, sliding his hand along her back as an unspoken thank you.
Reese went to her other side, and, for several moments, the only sound was the noise of their panting. Charlie let out a satisfied sigh as she turned onto her back and laid a hand on each man’s chest.
“Fuckin’ A that was amazing.” Reese turned to face them.
Charlie’s soft chuckle mixed with Blane’s laugh. “I couldn’t have put it any better, bro.”
* * * *
Charlie hopped out of bed and raced into the adjoining bathroom, eager to take a shower, get dressed, and find Blane and Reese. Had she really found two men who would love and treasure her? Did their feelings match her own? They were terrific men, men she could see spending her life with.
A sick feeling wrenched her happiness away as she looked at her image in the mirror over the bathroom counter. Nothing had changed regarding Shannon. She was still living with two werewolves, one of whom Charlie had shot yesterday. But at least Blane and Reese had admitted that werewolves did exist. That, at least, was a step in the right direction.
She hurried with her shower, washed her body with strawberry-scented bodywash, then luxuriated in the matching strawberry fragrance of a shampoo made by the same company. She giggled as she imagined Blane or Reese washing themselves with the perfumed toiletries. Had they left the items for her, or were they used to having women spend the night? She shook off the jealous feeling and tunneled her fingers through her wet hair to get out the tangles. Stepping out of the shower, she promised herself that one day soon she’d take an hour-long bubble bath. Where that tub would be located, she wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t help but hope it was in the men’s house.
Making use of the oversized, white fluffy towel hanging on the towel rod, she dried off and wished she had some of her clothes. But everything she’d brought with her, except what she’d had on yesterday, was still at the rental house.
The men, however, had thought to leave her a tube of toothpaste and a packaged toothbrush. Again, she wondered if she was just the latest in a long line of women. Did they keep new toothbrushes and toothpaste around just in case they got lucky?
“Stop it, Charlie. You know they had women before you. Two guys who look like they do can just crook their finger at a girl and she’ll hop into bed with them. Just like you did.” She gave her image a stern look. “You don’t have any claim on them, so cut the green-eyed monster act right now.”
“Yo, Charlie! Grub’s on!”
She smiled at her image. Grub? It figured that Reese would call breakfast by a cowboy term. “I’m coming!”
She walked back into the bedroom, thinking how much she hated to put her dirty clothes back on. Yet she wasn’t surprised to find her clothes, including her underwear, cleaned and ready for her, lying on the armchair next to the big window. Her shirt was wrinkled, but she didn’t mind. Slipping into her clothes as fast as she could, she rushed down the stairs to the first floor.
The aroma of fresh coffee, bacon, and eggs tingled in her nostrils. Her stomach growled, and her mouth watered. Guessing that the swinging door ahead opened into the kitchen, she tossed back her hair, bit her lips to plump them, and pinched her cheeks to give them a little color. She pushed open the door, put on a nonchalant expression, and promptly let her jaw drop.
“Wow.”
Reese already sat at the oval table with his plate piled high. “Hey.”
Taking the seat that Blane offered her, she took in the huge spread of food. “Bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, pancakes, and even fruit.” Her gaze found Blane’s blue eyes. “Are you expecting an invasion? Because it looks like you’re feeding an army.”
Blane chuckled and poured steaming coffee into her cup then into his. He took the seat next to her and began loading up his plate to match Reese’s. “Nope. This is how we eat all the time. Remember, I like to cook.”
Reese took a huge bite out of a piece of toast then drowned it by downing a large glass of orange juice. “Yeah, we eat like this every day.”
She put as much food as she thought she could eat on her plate then took a sip of the coffee. The warm liquid flowed down her throat and heated a trail to her stomach. But even its warmth was no match for the heat she got just being near the men. Would that ever change? If she was lucky enough to end up with even one of them, would the passion and the connection ever dim?