Freakn' Shifters Bundle (3-in-1) (40 page)

“You should have called,” she admonished.

“I, um, kind of got mad when the bike died and might have pitched my phone,” he admitted sheepishly.

A giggle escaped her. “Naomi’s done that more times than I can count.”

“Where’s the dog?” he asked, letting her slide down his body, a very nice body that she’d missed.

“Here.” Mitchell came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a dishrag. They came over to her place right after breakfast to work on the rest of the cleanup before the new furniture arrived.

Alejandro left her side to stride over to Mitchell…and held out his hand. A wary look on his face, Mitchell shook it. “Congratulations on your mating.”

A blush crept up Francine’s cheeks. He knew. Was it that obvious? And would it change his intentions toward her? Despite the fact Mitchell would prefer to keep her to himself, she didn’t want to give Alejandro up. The very idea made her wolf whine.

“Thank you, I think. You aren’t pissed?” Mitchell seemed bemused, and Alejandro grinned.

“It’s not about me, but Francine. Besides, I’m sure it’s obvious to you by now just how much of a handful she is. It will be nice to have an extra set of hands helping out, not to mention another body to protect her should the need arise.”

“You mean like now.”

Both men turned to stare at her with grim faces.

“What? It’s not my fault Mitchell was dating a psycho. Anyway, with both of you here, I doubt she’ll try anything. She lost. I won. End of story.”

Judging by the glance they exchanged, they didn’t think so. She, however, wouldn’t live forever looking over her shoulder. Jenny had freaked and lashed out. She had to know she was in major trouble and with no one able to find her, had probably hightailed it out of the province. Maybe even the country. But, let her mate, and soon-to-be mate worry about it. She kind of enjoyed their bristling, macho protector roles. Her wolf liked it too and thought she should thank them—naked.

What a shame Mitchell had flat out stated no to an actual threesome.

“Have you guys had lunch yet?” Alejandro asked, coming back to her side to slide an arm around her waist for a half hug.

Mitchell shook his head. “No. And there’s nothing edible here. Why don’t you go to lunch? I’ve got to go check in with my work. I took the week off to care for Francine and they’re probably wondering if I’m ever coming back.”

Francine’s jaw almost hit the floor, surprised by Mitchell’s suggestion. “Are you coming back?”

“I’ll bring some Chinese for dinner. That is if the cat here isn’t afraid one of his relatives is part of the menu.” Mitchell flashed a grin full of teeth that made Alejandro laugh as he shrugged off the implied insult.

“Cats are never averse to eating pussy,” he replied.

Francine snorted, then laughed at the look on Mitchell’s face. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Shaking his head, Mitchell strode toward her and pulled her from Alejandro’s side. He enveloped her in a hug of his own, dipping his head to kiss her. Kissed her thoroughly, as a matter of fact, with some tongue, some ass grabbing, and some definite groin grinding. When he finally let her up for air, she panted with flushed cheeks—and an even wetter pussy.

“Since he gets you for the afternoon, you’re mine tonight,” he stated, then he left.

A sigh slipped from her.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s just making sure I know he’s not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry, though. That was kind of in your face.”

“Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed it. Watching you get pleasured is highly arousing. And I think your dog enjoys having an audience.”

Francine bit her lips so as to not blurt that being watched wasn’t the only voyeuristic aspect Mitchell enjoyed. She’d have to tread carefully with him if she was to make things work and keep both her men. But, at least knowing how much Mitchell enjoyed watching gave her hope that one day he’d look past his jealousy of Alejandro and realize—make that experience—the fun the three of them could have together.

And maybe she’d grow wings.

Then again, not so long ago, she’d wondered if she’d ever snag the man she’d loved for so long. It just went to show miracles could and did happen.

“Enough of that pensive face. Let’s go eat. I want you fully energized for what I have planned this afternoon.”

“And just what do you have planned?”

“Some pasta for lunch, some pie for dessert, and a chunk of heaven to top it all off.”

“That all?” she teased.

“Oh, there’s the minor matter of claiming the woman I intend to worship for the rest of my life, but I’m sure you don’t care about that part.”

She slapped him in the arm. “Tease.”

“Oh, I intend to be.”

And he lived up to his word. All through their lunch, pressed tightly together in their booth, he tormented her; his hand sliding up her thigh to brush the apex of legs, whispering in her ear, his lips and teeth tugging at her earlobe, everything coming out as an innuendo. She paid him back in kind, though, slipping her own hand under the table to massage his cock through his jeans to his softly groaned enjoyment, teasing him with her own erotic implications until they both just about tore their clothes off, so fiercely did their desire burn.

Excusing herself from the table to go to the washroom, she told herself that she needed a moment to compose herself before they left, but really what she wanted was to wipe the sauce off her shirt before Alejandro gave a show to the whole restaurant sucking it off. Damn, but she would have probably enjoyed that.

Looking into the mirror, she couldn’t believe her appearance. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and red from kisses, she appeared a woman in lust—and so totally in love. Odd how she could so easily admit that to herself now, and not just for one man, but two. Mitchell, with his staid ways but simmering passion whom she adored for so long because of his fierce, protective love for his family and friends. And Alejandro with his light-hearted
humor, smoldering eroticism, and way of putting her at ease.

She knew what would happen when they got back to her place. Not cleaning, that was for sure, unless his tongue on her pussy lapping at her honey counted. But beyond the sex, she would claim him, and he would claim her. They’d tie themselves together, a love triangle with her as the connecting point. She only hoped she could make it work and keep them both happy.

Wandering back to the table, and her sensual cat, her steps slowed as she saw a pair of women surrounding Alejandro. The interest in their eyes and the tilt of their bodies let her see their blatant interest in her man. Even worse, they were freakn’ gorgeous. Tall, lean with cascading blonde hair and curves that made her feel fat in comparison.

I can’t compare with them.
A part of her knew she was letting jealousy and insecurity dig its claws in, but seriously, even that knowledge couldn’t change the fact Francine would never have that type of model look. Could she let Alejandro bind himself to her forever knowing she’d probably get even chubbier after they had babies? Would he even want her? How could she…

Turning abruptly, not even excusing himself to the chattering women, he smiled at her, and only her, his eyes lighting up. He held out his hand. “There you are, baby. Are you ready to go home?”

Was she? He never even spared the other women a glance when they strutted off in a huff. The expression in his gaze screamed, “Trust me.” She remembered something her grandmother once said, and it had struck her odd at the time but now made so much sense; “Love is taking a leap of faith.”

And oh, how she loved the man before her. She extended her hand and he clasped it, drawing her into him.

As if he’d read her doubts and insecurities, he murmured, “No one can compare to you, baby. Let me show you.”

She nodded her head and let him lead her from the restaurant. They climbed into his car, a boring four door Intrepid, so unlike his persona, that she had to ask him, “Why the grown up sedan?”

“Big backseat.”

His words penetrated and she slapped his arm, jealousy making her speak without curbing her tongue. “You’d better get it steam cleaned.”

“What?” He peered over at her, saw her lips set in a mulish line, and laughed. “You thought I— Never mind, it’s obvious what you thought, but that’s actually not what I meant. Until you, I never liked sleeping with a woman and sometimes I was a little too tipsy to drive. So, the big back seat doubled great as a bed for the times I need to sleep one off before driving home.”

“Oh.”

“Ha. I’ve rendered her speechless and I didn’t even have to put something in your mouth to do it.”

“Thought about ways to gag me, have you?”

“The entire time I was gone,” he admitted with no shame.

“I’d hate for you to go on wondering,” she replied saucily. The desire she’d kept under control through lunch, since the moment he’d returned actually, took over. She wanted Alejandro, needed him.  Needed to feel his touch. Needed his love.
Need to claim,
her wolf added pacing her mind, impatient to make this man theirs.

Leaning over, she unzipped his pants, her hand delving in the opening to stroke his semi-hard cock through his briefs.

“This is probably a stupid question, but what are you doing, baby?”

“I am going to blow you,” she stated calmly, bending over further until her face hovered over his lap. Commuters in other vehicles didn’t matter—let them watch. The fact he drove and they courted danger couldn’t stop her—they’d heal. The raging fire inside her demanded action, and she obeyed.

“But the traffic… Aren’t you…Aaahh.” He ended his feeble protests on a sigh as she pulled him free and sucked him into her mouth. Up and down, she worked his shaft, her lips pulled taut over his girth, her teeth lightly grazing his skin. The more she suctioned, the more his cock hardened, the fat vein on the underside pulsing erratically against her tongue. Oh to taste his essence, to make him lose control.

Faster and faster, she bobbed, only vaguely noticing the car stopped. Impatient hands pulled her up. Alejandro’s lips found hers and latched on for a scorching kiss. The same urgency that imbued her came through in his embrace. His lips slid over hers, devouring, sucking, tasting, his tongue melding with hers until she didn’t know where one began and the other stopped.

That wasn’t all he did, though. His hand crept up her thigh, rubbing against her core through the fabric of her slacks, making her moan against his mouth. Wet, so fucking wet.

Heart pounding madly, sex throbbing deliciously, she could only moan incoherently, straining against the hand that stroked her, begging for a more intimate touch.

Sensing her need for more, he unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand in. Fingers slid through her curls to find her clit and rub it. She gasped against his mouth, her hips jerking as her body reacted to his caress.

“Aren’t you supposed to be driving?” she panted, wondering with a distant humor if they were stopped in traffic with an audience. How exciting.

“I found us a parking garage.”

“A what?” She allowed herself a quick glance around, noting they were in a fluorescent lighted area, with cars parked all around them.

“I need you, Francine.” He said the words in a rough voice, his urgency clear in his eyes and tone.

“Then let’s put that back seat of yours to good use.” She managed to squeeze between the front seats into the back, but when he would have followed, his bigger frame got caught. She couldn’t help the husky giggle as he cursed and squirmed, unable to fit himself through the small space.

And of course she didn’t help matters. Cupping her breasts, she stroked her thumbs over erect peaks that strained against the fabric of her top. “Hurry, Jag. Hurry and get back here before I take care of myself.” She coasted a hand down her body and slid her hand into the opening of her pants, right into her panties and cupped her moist sex. She moaned, not just at the heat of her pussy, but the wild light in his eyes.

In a flash, he’d pulled himself out of the wedge between the front seats and got out of the car. Opening the rear passenger door, he hesitated before entering. With his pants already undone and his cock straining through the opening, he was the picture of a male out of control. And she’d done that. What a heady feeling.

He pushed his jeans down around his knees before clambering in. Francine, already sprawled lengthwise on the seat, held her arms out for him. He fell on her, his mouth hungry for a kiss, his hands impatiently yanking at her slacks, tearing them the rest of the way down.

The windows steamed up as they embraced and stroked, frantic in their need, desperate to reach that blissful peak.

“Now, Jag, I need you.” She hiked a leg up, looping her calf over the driver seat, spreading herself for him. He wasted no time, driving his cock into her moist core, his hard thrust filling her up so deliciously and satisfying the part of her that had missed him so much.

“Oh fuck, baby. I need you so freakn’ much,” he growled as he pumped. “Those days without you were pure torture,” he panted as he claimed her with his cock.

Her fingers dug into his back as she arched into his thrusts, her own desire just as great. “I love you, Jag, so much it almost hurts. I want you forever.” Would die without him in her life. Hell, she’d probably expire if she didn’t come soon as well.