Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

“I’ll never forget what she did for me.” Juan’s voice was rough with emotion. He lifted the gold chain over his head. After he carefully draped the chain and wolf’s head pendant over the top corner of his aunt’s framed photo, the wolf pendant rested against her heart, the topaz eyes glowing bright gold.

“
Tillita
Chela, the last of the Hawks are all behind bars now. Because you saved my life, we finished the work you started. You sacrificed your life to give me life. I will always love you and never forget you. You’re in my heart, forever.” He covered his heart with his hand.

Juan turned to Cindy and took her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears. “She guided me to walk a path helping others.” Was this night the last time he’d see Cindy? “What now? What do you want to do?”

She blinked at the tears. “I’d like to go home. I still have questions about all that’s happened.” She turned to Derek, who stood behind her. “Derek, I want you to come, too. The two of you saved my life and Kelly’s.”

Derek looked at Juan.

Cindy met Juan’s gaze as he nodded in agreement.

Chapter Eleven

Juan drove Cynthia to her home, and she invited them inside. “Will you stay and have dinner with me later? Right now, I just want to have a shower and get rid of the feel of their dirty hands,” she explained.

“How would it be if we showered with you?” Juan asked.

Cynthia’s body said yes, but her mind wanted answers to her misgivings about their shape-shifting. Just saying the word brought back the surreal sight of Juan in werewolf form in the middle of a deadly fight. She didn’t know that side of him, or Derek. She needed Juan’s pleasure-giving hands on her, as well as Derek’s, all over her. Maybe then the unreality of what she’d seen would go away, and life would regain some sense of normalcy.

“Yes, I’d like for you both to shower with me.”

Juan’s eyes held the first look of confidence she’d seen in them since just before she was kidnapped.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked them.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” Juan said.

“Me, too,” Derek agreed.

She poured them each a glass of white wine. “I often have wine while bathing,” she explained, smiling self-consciously.

“You do? Sounds like a good deal.” Juan raised his eyebrows and smiled at her.

Cynthia led the way to her bathroom. She’d had it redone after her divorce. She’d wanted as few reminders of her ex as possible. Now she was so glad she’d turned the spacious bath into her own retreat. She sat down on her dressing-table bench and placed her glass of wine on the small silver tray resting on the table.

When she reached to remove her shoes, Juan knelt in front of her. “Let me,” he offered softly, as he put his wineglass next to hers.

He removed her sandals and smoothed his big hands over her feet and up her ankles to her calves. It felt wonderful.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Derek said.

“Let’s all undress,” she countered, as she stood.

“Great idea,” Derek agreed, and grinned at her.

She couldn’t help smiling back. Juan and Derek sounded like themselves. They all made short work of undressing.

Cynthia took another swallow of wine. Was she making the right decisions? Or the biggest mistake of her life? It was clear what Juan and Derek wanted.

Juan slipped his arms around her, and his erect cock nudged her belly. She re-placed her glass of wine on the silver tray as he hugged her close. When his hard chest rubbed her bared nipples, shock waves surged to the already swelling folds between her thighs. My God, this definitely helped replace the frightening events earlier in the day.

“You’re driving me crazy,
querida
. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“In that case, we’d better get in the shower.” She pushed gently against his chest. He released her, his arms slipping from around her with warm, inviting caresses.

She crossed the room to the tile-enclosed shower and turned the water on to her preferred temperature. Not too hot, but just warm enough. Clean white towels and washcloths were close-by in a basket on the side of the Jacuzzi, and white terrycloth robes, as soft as velvet, hung on leaf-shaped hooks nearby.

Ready to step under the shower, she glanced back at Juan and noticed she could clearly see his lean, muscled back and narrow buttocks in the mirror of her dressing table across from the shower entry. She gazed a moment longer at his trim, tight backside, and the wolf tattoo across his upper back, and stepped under the spray of water. Was she doing the right thing?

Juan followed her and reached for the soap. He lathered his hands. “Let me,” he said.

She moved from under the shower spray, smoothing back her dripping wet hair, and smiled at him.

He glided his hands over her, starting with her hair. It felt incredible. He helped her rinse and soaped his hands again before moving downward. When he reached her breasts, he took his time cupping each one, rubbing and gently flicking her nipples. More hot pulses heated her opening.

His hands slicked over her ribs and down to her waist. His progress stopped as he dipped a finger playfully into her navel. She chuckled and squirmed under his touch as she remembered previous sexual play with him.

He grinned at her and lathered more soap on his hands, continued his caresses down her hips, over her sensitive labia and between her thighs.

“
Querida
, your pussy is so juicy.”

Derek joined them in the shower and moved close to her backside so that her shoulders fit against his chest, and the head of his hard cock rested at the small of her back. His hands held her close around her waist. She balanced herself with her palms against the shower walls. The cool tile made her shiver. Or was it Derek’s hands as he smoothed them over her shoulders and down her sides to her hips, to cup beneath both cheeks? His hands stroked the backs of her legs. It felt amazing.

Juan’s dark, hungry gaze met hers as he lowered his head. His lips brushed hers softly. When she parted her lips, his tongue delved deep and touched every surface. She sparred with him. She was lost in the kiss, mesmerized by his touches.

One of Derek’s long fingers slid between her thighs and delved slowly inside her channel. He brushed his lips along her spine. A moan escaped her as he removed his finger. One of his hands slicked over her hip. His fingers stroked between her cheeks, circled her tight hole, smoothed under one hip and around to her belly as he held her steady with his other hand on her waist.

She drank in Juan’s kiss, sighing with the increased pleasure. Suddenly, his hands slipped between her thighs and one long finger slid between her nether lips and deep inside her vagina. He touched that excruciatingly pleasurable place.

A short, sharp whimper escaped her. “Juan!” Her knees turned to jelly. She almost collapsed. Intense sensation drew up the muscles and flesh around her opening. “Oh, God. Juan.” She was close to coming.
Just a little more.

His tormenting fingers left her. “My turn,” he said, and handed her the soap as he smiled.

What?
She blinked in surprise and steadied herself against Derek’s chest, as Juan’s supporting arm left her. How could he do that to her?

Derek chuckled.

Okay. If that’s the way they wanted to play, she’d go along. She’d be happy to take Juan just as far. Two, or three, could play this game.

“My turn.” With her hands covered in suds, she stroked from Juan’s strong neck over his muscled shoulders to his hard chest. She circled his nipples, tweaked them, and was rewarded with his soft grunt of pleasure. She turned him to face away from her and glided her soapy hands over his back, admiring the movement of his muscles beneath the large tattoo of the wolf’s head, a true reminder of his reality.

She didn’t hesitate but smoothed her hands past his narrow waist and hips and finally cupped his butt cheeks. At his low moan, she slid her fingers along the backs of his thighs and felt a tremble go through his limbs. His buttocks jerked and tightened beneath her touch.

Satisfaction at her ability to give as good as he gave made her smile. Derek steadied her with his hands holding her waist as she bent down and slipped the fingers of one hand up the inside of Juan’s leg while she kept her other hand at his waist. She touched the sensitive flesh behind his balls and drew another sharp grunt from him. Slowly, she slipped her slick fingers between his buttocks and over his tight hole. Soap bubbles streamed down the valley of his back and met her fingers as she slid them inexorably upward until she reached his lower back.

“
Dios
, Cindy. What you‘re doing to me.”

“I’ve never done things exactly like this before,” she said softly.

“I’m about to explode in your shower,
querida
.”

Cynthia grinned behind his back, hugely pleased that she’d brought him to the same place he’d taken her.

With her hands on his hard muscular shoulders, she turned him to face her and smiled at him sweetly. “I think we’re all clean now. What would you like to do next?”

“Fuck you senseless,
querida
. But first, let’s make sure all the soap is rinsed away.”

Just as he said that, she heard Derek soaping his hands behind her. He started at her shoulders and smoothed his hands over every inch of her back and butt cheeks. He dribbled more soapy water down her spine, and she felt the soap bubbles tickle between her cheeks all the way to her swollen opening. His fingers stroked deep again and caressed her sensitive nether lips. He circled her tight little hole before moving to the top of her crack and her lower back. She moaned as she shivered.

Derek wrapped his arms around her so her back was to the shower spray. Holding her around the waist with one hand, with the other hand he swished water over every inch of her body.

Juan turned her to face him. His fingers delved between her labia and circled her clit. He slid his hand over her back and between her legs while she licked and nipped gently at his puckered nipples.

“Enough,” Juan growled. He turned off the water.

She steadied herself and raised her eyebrows at his abrupt decision. “There’s robes on hooks outside the shower door. One for each of us. They’re really soft and cushy.”

“Sounds perfect.” Juan reached for the shorter robe and helped her into it.

She left the shower, watching him in the mirror as he slipped a robe on. He was so good-looking, a huge temptation, a man she could gladly spend her days and nights with. But what about the werewolf in him? Could she deal with that side of him?

Already, she’d begun to accept that side of Juan and Derek. She’d ask Juan more about the phenomenon later. Right now, she wanted Juan inside her. Deep inside. But it was time for dinner, and they were probably hungry.

She took her glass of wine and sipped, wondering what new experience they’d share with her tonight.

Derek took a sip of his wine. “Are you ready for bed?”

“Bed? But we haven’t had dinner,” she said.

“Dinner can wait,” Juan said. “I’m ready to take you to bed and make love to you.”

He wanted to make love to her? Did that mean he was in love with her?

“Let us pleasure you,
querida
.” He crossed to the bedside table and put down his wineglass. Returning to her where she waited in front of the bathroom door, he swept her into his arms.

“Juan!” His name came out in a squeak as she held onto her glass of wine to keep it from spilling all over them.