New Year's Kiss (15 page)

His dad raised one of the grocery bags. “We brought food.”

“Great. That’s great.” They were expecting to stay the day.

“Are we interrupting something?” Dad asked.

“Uh no. Nothing.”

“Going to invite us in?”

Damn, he’d left them standing on the porch. “Of course. Come in.” He backed up as he opened the door. “Zach and Taylor are here. Why don’t I go get cleaned up and we’ll be down to join you in just a few minutes? The kitchen’s that way.” He said as he ran back up the stairs, mentally slapping himself.
They know where the kitchen is. They built this place thirty years ago.

He walked into the bathroom and found Taylor drying off with a towel. The sight of her naked body made him remember the night before, the way she’d rubbed herself across him, loving him. Reminding him as Zach sucked his cock that she was his lover. His love.

“You doing okay?” she asked, rubbing her hair with the towel. Mikhel couldn’t resist touching her. He stepped close and cupped her breast even as his teeth scraped across her shoulder.

“Hmm, I’m better now.”

She laughed and tried to nudge him away, but he wouldn’t be moved. His hand slid down her stomach, leaving a trail of heat behind, and pushed between her legs. Her body responded as she’d done for the past year. She spread her legs and opened herself to him.

“No, Mikhel, we don’t have time.” He stopped her protest by kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She knew he was just playing so she let the kiss go for a moment then dragged her mouth away. “Your parents are waiting.”

“Let them wait.”

She laughed because she could tell he didn’t mean it. “No. Besides, you’ll get your scent all over me again and they’ll know what we’ve been doing.” That was one part of the special werewolf senses that kind of creeped her out. That the other wolves would know when she’d had sex, when she was ovulating. Mikhel said most wolves were so exceeding polite that none would ever comment even if they did notice.

“Doesn’t matter. You smell like me and Zach already. One shower isn’t going to hide that.” He squeezed her ass and stepped away, turning the water back on and stripping off his clothes.

“I’ll head down and play hostess. Do we have anything to offer them to drink?”

“Champagne. I got a couple bottles last night. That one we didn’t finish is probably no—”

She watched the realization hit Mikhel’s eyes. The living room was a wreck. Their clothes—all three sets—were torn and strewn across the living room. Three empty glasses.

“I think I’ll go tidy the living room.”

Chapter Fourteen

Taylor knew she was blushing as she went downstairs. Male lovers not withstanding, it was embarrassing to have your boyfriend’s parents know you’d been having sex in the living room. And had torn each other’s clothes off. Literally. She remembered the claw marks that scored Zach’s T-shirt and his skin underneath. Those distinctive marks could only be made by a werewolf.

She bypassed the kitchen where she could hear Mikhel’s mom and dad talking and hurried into the living room, coming to a quick stop at the sight before her. Sunlight streamed through the windows illuminating the room—and the three piles of clothes, neatly folded and stacked along the wall. The champagne flutes were gone as was the half-drunk bottle. It was too much to hope that Zach had made it downstairs and cleaned up.

Feeling her cheeks burn bright red, she forced her feet to carry her into the kitchen. Marisha was standing at the sink, rinsing soapsuds off the last champagne glass. Rike and Byron sat at the breakfast bar sipping coffee.

“Hi!” Taylor greeted, feeling weird and on display, like they could look at her and know how she’d spent the past twelve hours.

“Taylor, good morning and happy anniversary,” Rike said, standing up and giving her a big hug. Byron followed suit.

“Happy anniversary, Little Luna,” Byron said, using the diminutive term for her role within Rike’s pack.

It took Taylor a second to figure out what anniversary they were referring to but then she remembered. A year ago, at this house. She looked out the back door. After Mikhel had broken it down, they’d replaced it with French doors that opened onto the deck. They’d also had to replace the living room windows after he’d thrown Zach through them. She still cringed when she thought about that part of the night.

But there had been so much that was good as well.

“Thank you. It’s great to see you guys.” She walked over to Marisha and gave her a hug since the woman’s hands were still elbow deep in soapy water. “You didn’t have to do that,” Taylor said, keeping her voice low. She knew who had cleaned up their living room.

“I thought it was best.” She winked at Taylor. “Sticky champagne is difficult to wash up.”

Taylor nodded. “How was the drive up?” she asked, forcing herself to be polite despite the fact that her stomach was turning loop-de-loops.

“Good, but we started out before breakfast so we’re starved.” Byron nodded to the brown paper bags sitting on the counter. “We brought food. Thought we’d fire up the barbecue.”

“It’s ten o’clock in the morning.”

“And we’re hungry. Bet your boys are hungry too. Nothing like a little rare steak to start the day.”

Taylor shuddered at the idea. Even with the werewolf senses and the increased strength and cravings and sexual urges, she hadn’t developed a taste for the way Zach and Mikhel ate their meat. Almost raw. Yeech. It was disgusting but none of the people here would understand that.

“Uh, sure. It’s on the deck. I hope you can work it because Mikhel and Zach are the cooks around here.”

She realized what she’d said as she led them to the back door. She’d admitted that Zach lived here. What the hell. They were going to find out soon enough.
Very
soon if what Mikhel and Zach had said was true, that his parents would be able to smell the men on each other and know they were lovers.

Zach came down first, greeting Marisha with a hesitant smile and polite nod. Taylor knew it was because Zach had been part of their pack for so long, it was difficult to break the habits of a lifetime…but now his loyalty belonged to Mikhel and Taylor.

Mikhel came down a few minutes later. His wet hair was combed back away from his face but already starting to fall forward. He placed a quick kiss on Taylor’s neck then hugged his mother. She was working at the stove, frying sausage. Taylor moved around the kitchen, helping out. She looked at Mikhel and shrugged, as if to indicate she didn’t know what was really happening.

“Where are Dad and Byron?”

“Oh we brought steaks and they’re getting the barbecue going,” his mother answered.

Mikhel nodded then looked at his mate. “I’d better go warn them that Taylor actually likes her steak cooked.” He shuddered. “Yeech.”

Taylor growled and Mikhel laughed as he left the kitchen.

He went through the dining room toward the back deck and stopped. Byron and his father were standing beside the grill, talking. Their heads were close together, their bodies almost touching. It seemed strangely intimate for two men. As Mikhel opened the door, they moved apart, subtly distancing themselves from each other.

“Hey there,” Byron called. “Nice setup here. You guys have done a lot with the place.”

“Thanks. Yeah, it’s coming along.” They talked for a bit as his dad worked to get the coals going. Finally a nice hot fire burned. Mikhel knew from past experience his father and Byron could stand by a barbecue for hours, watching the grill, fiddling with it. He’d never understood the fascination but he could see Zach had those same leanings. He started to go back inside. “Oh and Taylor likes her steak medium.”

“Medium what?”

“You know, medium done. She likes it almost halfway cooked.” It had taken him most of the year to get her not to insist on her steak completely done. Her wolf needed more red meat in its diet.

Byron and his father looked at him, their lips curling in twin looks of disgust. “Halfway cooked? Really? Yeech.” His father looked at the grill as if he wasn’t sure the barbecue would do that. “Okay, well, tell her I’m not sure how it will turn out but I’ll give it a shot.” He shook his head and looked at Byron, and Mikhel knew the two men would be talking about Taylor’s peculiar tastes for a long time.

He went back into the house and found Taylor and Zach scarfing down sausages. “I thought we were having steak,” he said though his stomach rumbled. It was such a strange morning, feeling very surreal to him. His mother had taken over the kitchen, his father and Byron were in the backyard grilling. It was just like being at home. Except his two lovers were there, currently eating sausage.

“We are, but it will be a bit before the other food is done and I couldn’t stand the sound of their stomachs growling any longer.” Taylor paused in the middle of chewing but after a moment kept going.

The lovely scent of the sausage grabbed at Mikhel’s hunger as well and he realized he was starving. There was plenty of food left. His mother knew how to cook for werewolves and last night had taken a lot out of him.

He glanced at Zach and had the urge to lean over and kiss him, taste the strong flavor of the sausage on his mouth. He looked at Taylor and saw her lick her lips and God, he wanted her licking his. His mother moved around behind them and Mikhel wanted to scream. He loved his parents, he really did, but right now he wanted them gone. His plans of the three of them in the kitchen eating breakfast, Taylor naked and sitting on his cock while he fed her, were gone.

His cock twitched and he shifted, untucking his shirt and pulling it down to cover his erection. Zach smiled and Mikhel noticed that Zach’s shirt was already hanging long. Perfect. Now he knew that Zach was hard, and the delicious scent of Taylor’s pussy told him she was wet.

And his parents were here.

“I’m going to take these out to your father,” his mom said, holding the plate of lightly seasoned steaks. As she walked away, a familiar scent teased his nose. He tilted his head, trying to identify it. Following slowly behind, he watched through the window as his mother walked across the deck. She handed the platter to her husband, easing herself between the two men. If he hadn’t been watching for it, Mikhel would have missed it. The slow swipe of Byron’s hand down his mother’s hip, a gentle squeeze to her ass. That was more than a friendly caress. She laughed and leaned against the man Mikhel had always thought of as merely his father’s Beta. She said something else then turned and walked back. Mikhel continued to watch the two men, noticing the close contact of their bodies as they worked. Hmmm.

* * * * *

Brunch was delicious and filling. The sausage hadn’t been enough to fill the void left by last night’s activities. His body was cranked up. Hungry for food and sex. Last night they’d started to bond but Mikhel looked at Zach and Taylor and knew he wanted more. Wanted, needed to spend time with them. His body was humming with the need to fuck. Either of them. Both of them.

Or have Zach fuck Taylor’s pussy while he rode her ass. Yes, that was perfect. His cock, still hard, throbbed inside his jeans and he was glad the table covered him. His parents would probably scent the desire in the room but having them actually
see
he had a hard-on was a completely different thing.

He kept his attention on the meal, eating heartily even as his mind tried to ignore the driving need to fuck. And tried to deal with the truth that he’d never recognized in his twenty-nine years.

He sipped his champagne, listening as a friendly family silence settled on the table. He fiddled with the glass for a moment before he raised his eyes to his father. After a moment, his father seemed to sense his stare and returned it.

Byron had been right. They were too much alike to be in the same pack. Too dominant. Too much the Alpha. Even here, Mikhel had to remind himself that his father wasn’t threatening his position. Merely visiting. Byron sat on his father’s left, his mother sat on the right.

“So,” Mikhel said, sitting back in his chair—not relaxed but showing he wasn’t challenging his father. “How long have the three of you been lovers?”

Taylor gasped and snapped her gaze to Mikhel, looking at him for several breaths before she stared at his parents. His father held his gaze for a long time as if evaluating the challenge. Then he too sat back, his hand stroking his wife’s arm.

“Since before you were born.”

Mikhel nodded. He sensed Taylor’s agitation and Zach’s surprise but he didn’t look away from his father. Parts of his world shifted into a different place, memories changed in this new context. All those nights he’d woken up to find Byron had dropped by for breakfast. He’d been so blind.

“What about the three of you?”

“About twelve hours.”

Byron groaned. “Damn.” He scratched his head and looked at Mikhel’s parents. They both shook their heads.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean to interrupt. You should have sent us home.” His dad stood up. “Let’s go. They probably want time together.”

Taylor stood up and said, “No, you don’t have to leave.”

Rike looked at Mikhel and Zach and seemed to notice that neither of them was protesting. “I think your men disagree. We know how it is. You need time alone.”

Mikhel was thankful that his father had suggested leaving. Another time, maybe next year, he’d love to spend the day celebrating, but today, he needed his lovers. Needed to strengthen the bond that had been started last night.

Taylor stood up, knocking her napkin to the floor. She bent over. Her skirt clung to her ass and Mikhel’s cock pulsed.

He needed to fuck his pretty mate.

“Hell yeah,” Zach said in a low voice as if he could read Mikhel’s thoughts. He stared at Taylor’s ass as well and Mikhel smiled. Poor Taylor had missed out on some loving last night because Mikhel and Zach had been exploring each other, but they would rectify that now.

Taylor straightened, smiling as she looked around the room. Her eyes got wide when she saw Mikhel and Zach staring at her. She swallowed deeply. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what they were thinking.

“Uh, we should see your parents off.”

The front door slammed shut and she flinched.

“They’re gone.”

“But they didn’t even say goodbye.” She was a little hurt by that but that was something she could deal with later. The boys definitely had plans. Her heart fluttered at the potential she saw in their eyes.

“You can call them later.” Mikhel stepped forward.

“I—” She didn’t get a chance to finish. Zach crowded her from behind, insinuating his cock between her ass cheeks, and Mikhel approached from the front, giving her no escape. She shivered. Not that she wanted one. She had to remember human conventions didn’t always matter to werewolves. Mikhel’s parents hadn’t meant to be rude. They’d wanted to give the lovers time alone.

Zach’s hand smoothed up her hip but his palm stopped halfway.

“Hmm, bad news, Mikhel. She’s wearing panties.”

“Panties?” Mikhel rubbed his hand down her ass as if to check for himself. “You know better than that, baby. What if I wanted to slide my finger into your cunt while I was eating?”

She swallowed, trying to concentrate on her answer, not on the fact that she was in immediate danger of one of Mikhel’s punishments. Her nipples tightened painfully and a flood of moisture drenched her pussy. Just the promise of punishment aroused her and she knew that would be just the beginning. Mikhel could spend hours keeping her on the verge of coming, turning her into a creature consumed by her senses, begging for relief, promising anything if he’d only fuck her.

She glanced at the back door and calculated her chances of making it outside. Not good but it might be her only option.

“Your parents were here.” She tried to back up but Zach’s body stopped her. Traitor. She glared at him but he grinned, his eyes sparkling with a life she hadn’t seen in weeks. But he still didn’t move. Previously he tended to temper Mikhel’s punishments but for some reason she suspected now that he and Mikhel were lovers, he’d join in the torment. “I didn’t think you’d want me to be bare while they were here.”