Shannon's Fairy-Tale Foursome (10 page)

Shane’s eyes went wide, and his face paled. “Just because I am not fucking her or declaring words of devotion doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Landon scoffed and opened his mouth to more than likely blast his best friend again, but Deke cut him off with a deafening roar. “Enough, goddamn it!”

“What the hell is causing all that noise?”

Deliberately ignoring Shannon’s question, the three women rounded the corner into the main dining room. Tagging along behind them, Shannon caught sight of the men next to their corner table just a mere second later. The men all stood in a huddle, arguing with each other.

Deke, Shane, and Landon argued loudly while Cade and Randy barked and cursed at each other. Gray looked to be tearing into Jared and Drew, who gave as good as they got.

Around them, every person in the crowded restaurant openly gawked at the men with rounded eyes. Several of the patrons had whipped out their phones while others pointed and whispered. Shannon even heard Ella Dawson ask a waitress if Stellina kept popcorn in the back for occasions like this one.

Yeah, well. It isn’t like this is the first time this has happened with us.
It was probably a damn good thing they lived in a small town. Otherwise, they would have been banned from practically every public place within a ten mile radius of Serenity before they’d turned twenty-one.

I’m sure the last names Blakemore and Dalton help keep us from drowning in the hot water we like to swim in.
Shannon had learned as a child that being best friends with two of the town’s most prominent families had its perks, and this was one of them. They got away with all sorts of shit—even being rowdy in an upscale restaurant.

People didn’t relish pissing off the Blakemores
or
the Daltons for two massive reasons. First of all, both families weren’t hurting in the financial department. Shit, who was she kidding? Between the six of them, they had more money than they could spend in several lifetimes.
But, even more important than that, they owned and operated two of the largest horse ranches in the area. No one wanted to make enemies of them, not even her, and she was practically a member of both families.

Then again, they probably weren’t getting away with jack shit right now. Knowing Stellina, she was in the kitchen, listening to a play-by-play. The older woman was a serious busybody.

A gasp crossed Jaycee’s cherry-colored lips when she spotted her men and brothers verbally warring with each other. “Oh, my God!”

“Looks like J needs to go take care of her men,” Katie-Anne stated as her feet ground to a halt.

“Ha,” Shannon exclaimed, her merriment contrived and unconvincing. “She’s not the only one, Katie-Anne. Looks like your men could use a little stress relief. Wonder how you could handle that?”

Curling her lip, Katie-Anne retorted, “Fat chance. You’re one to talk, Shan.”

“She’s right, Katie-Anne. I saw how chummy you and Landon were being,” Jaycee chimed in. “When did the two of you become so
close
?”

“They’ve been close for a while now,” Sarah murmured without drawing her eyes away from Deke.

“Oooh, this I want to hear.” Shannon slid around the side, fitting herself between the wall and Katie-Anne. She barely managed to squeeze in the tight space. Standing in front of Katie-Anne, she perched her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. “We’re waiting.”

Katie-Anne blushed. Not a small, pretty blush like one would expect from her. No, this started in her cheeks and spread outward until her entire face was darker than the beets she refused to eat.

“Whoa, did you see that?”

The awe in Jaycee’s voice amused Shannon, but she didn’t laugh. She couldn’t. Her dumbstruck state hindered her ability to perform any such actions.

Unlike her, Katie-Anne had no difficulty. She shoved Jaycee playfully toward the table, not expecting Jaycee to stumble over her own feet and fall to the marble floor. An irate Gray glanced up about the time Jaycee hit the ground.

If possible, he became more enraged, flying across the room. Seeing Jaycee, Gray cooled down—for a moment. He spoke softly to her, touching her cheek, rubbing her hair, and kissing her forehead. Watching her best friend’s happiness, Shannon felt slightly nauseous.

Her distress didn’t have anything to do with jealousy, not even a morsel of envy existed for Shannon when it came to Jaycee’s happiness. She was the best friend Shannon had ever found, along with Katie-Anne, and she couldn’t begrudge her friend for finding love and happiness.

Sorrow churned in Shannon’s stomach as she watched something that hurt far worse than envy. She saw what she had thrown away.

And, right then and right there, she knew that she couldn’t change the past, but she could change the future. It was time for
her
to fight for
them
. She wanted her fairy-tale foursome, and by God, she would find a way to get it.

Gray helped Jaycee up, kissed her and handed her off to Cade, who’d somehow managed to get across the room with as much speed, but not nearly as much ferocity. No one had even noticed his approach.

“What the fuck were you thinking, pushing Jaycee?” Gray’s booming voice overpowered every voice in the room, causing a ripple effect, and a hush fell over the room.

Katie-Anne’s embarrassment disappeared, and the Ice Queen returned. She tucked a silky lock of her black hair behind her elfin ears, the bangle bracelets she wore jingling and jangling. “Get over yourself, Gray. She is fine. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Katie-Anne crossed her thin arms across her chest, her naturally tanned skin standing out against the orange of her glittery dress. An air of cold aloofness emanated from her that had the temperature around the room dropping several degrees.

Gray didn’t seem affected by the sudden temperature change. “Damn it, if you don’t care about hurting Jaycee, what about the baby—” He stopped midsentence and closed his eyes tightly, regret etched on his face. “Shit.”

“Fuck.” Cade’s curse overrode the sound of Jaycee’s sharply drawn breath.

Baby?

Instead of continuing his tirade, Gray whirled around to face Jaycee and Cade who stood behind the three of them. “Love—”

“How long have you known, Gray?” Jaycee’s softly spoken question was far more disturbing than if she had been screaming murderously at the top of her lungs. “Cade?”

“Darlin’—”

Jaycee cut Cade off with a scowl. “Save it, McCoy. I don’t want to be treated like a baby. I want a damn answer.”

Shannon laughed softly at Jaycee’s unintentional pun in spite of the seriousness of the situation. When she received a dirty look from three different parties, she covered her mouth as if that action would hide her inopportune amusement.

“A week.” Gray told Jaycee, his mouth set in a grim line.

Dropping his arm from its place around Jaycee’s waist, Cade stepped between his two lovers. He was obviously preparing for World War III. “Goddamn it, Gray!”

Jaycee paled visibly, her blood draining away slower than Shannon believed possible. “How? I’ve only known for five days.” Her incredulous words matched her wide, rapidly blinking eyes and colorless face.

Walking around Cade, Gray cut his partner an irritated look before returning his attention to Jaycee. “Sweetheart, how many times do we have to tell you that we know you better than you know yourself?” He tenderly brushed her pallid cheek with the back of his hand, his touch engendering a surge of color back into her face. “It was obvious to us.”

Jaycee bit down onto her trembling lower lip. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“We know.” Both men spoke simultaneously, showing just how in sync the two were with each other.

Gray stepped forward, lowering his head to Jaycee’s level. He whispered something that Shannon couldn’t make out with her own ears which, knowing Gray, was for the best. Then he took her lips with his own.

Shannon felt tears spring to her own eyes when Gray pulled away to look in Jaycee’s moist eyes. The love and devotion was enough to make a hopeless romantic sigh, but the hand he pressed against her still-flat abdomen was more than even a cynical person could escape without a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Like a sixth sense, Shannon felt the caress of her men’s eyes on her skin. She sought them out without conscious thought, purely driven by instinct. While her friend celebrated the joy of new life, she was entranced by the three men she wanted to share life’s most pivotal moments with—love, marriage, babies, grandbabies, and everything else from the beginning until the end.

Cade cleared his throat and had her dragging her eyes away from the sexiest men she had ever seen. “Excuse me. I want to kiss our future wife.”

Gray glanced up, grinning at Cade over Jaycee’s head. “Someone needs to work on his impatience.”

Cade flipped Gray off.

“Five,” Gray said sharply.

Instead of responding, Cade grabbed Jaycee from Gray and swung her up into his long arms. He spun her around and around like a merry-go-round. A whoop and joyous laughter filtered through the air. Before long, Cade was winded and Jaycee was yelping, “Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!”

Lowering Jaycee to the ground, he kissed her on the lips with an audible smack. His middle finger made its second appearance for the night.

“Fifteen,” Gray growled. “Don’t try it again or you will get none. For you, that will be a far worse punishment.”

“Yes, Master.” Cade bowed his head in what appeared to be deference.

Oh, boy. Someone’s ass will be red by the end of the night. If only it were mine…

She might be a virgin, but her innocence didn’t extend as far as many would expect of her. She had done her research in the comfort of her own home with the lights dimmed in the middle of the night. No one needed to be aware of her proclivity for being dominated by the alpha men she fantasized about every night in her naughty dreams.

It wasn’t like she would act with such abandon in any other man’s arms. She could only give herself over to Jared, Drew, and Randy. With them, she felt real and powerful and beautiful. Love did that for her. She could be vulnerable with them, having the knowledge that they would love her no matter what, that they would love her even more for allowing them to have that side of her.

They would understand her gift of submission to them and only them. If any other man had the audacity to demand her submission, she would bite his dick in half and sell it to a man-hater with diabolical plans for torture.

“Home. Now.” Gray’s gruff voice morphed into that of a predator. He sounded dark, sensual, and compelling.

Cade winked at Gray boldly with mirth dancing in his green eyes as he purred seductively, “Oh, yes, Master.”

The stroke of three pairs of eyes against her skin returned, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Heat suffused every inch of her body until she burned from the inside out. Her eyes strayed downward for what she hoped would be a quick peek at those drop-dead gorgeous bodies
. Big mistake.
Make that, huge mistake.
And that wasn’t the only huge things in the room. Three mammoth cocks were outlined against the denim of sinfully tight jeans.

Evidently, they felt the same lust she did.

Her men’s arousal sent her body a message.
Get ready, here we come.
Her pussy responded instantaneously. An embarrassing amount of fluid gushed from her cunt in eager excitement at the prospect of being filled by those big, hard cocks.

Intimidated yet intrigued by sheer size, she stared at them, peeling away their clothes until she reached the last layer in her X-rated mind. She couldn’t help but wonder if they wore anything underneath their practically painted-on jeans. By the looks of it, she would vote a definitive no.

Beginning to wish she had followed their example and chosen to go without panties instead of covering her pussy with a lacey thong, she plotted ways to sneak off to the restroom discreetly and tear the offending things from her body.

The friction against her highly sensitized clitoris drove her mad with need. Any movement, no matter how tiny, rasped the delicate fabric across the swollen nub, demanding more than a fleeting, unsubstantial stroke that teased more than satisfied. She needed to fuck, long and hard, and those three were the men for the job.

Reaching the end of her rope, she was willing to beg and plead. Her resolve snapped and momentarily poleaxed her before every muscle in her body seized in preparation for the flight across the room to her men. Unless a bolt of lightning struck, she was ten seconds from jumping Jared, Drew, and Randy in front of everything and everybody present.

They would more than likely turn her down right now, but she didn’t think about rejection and humiliation. She didn’t fret about inhibitions or impropriety. Her pride flew out the window, her brain went dead. Sensual urges seized her body and soul, bewitching her until fucking was her sole focal point.

Lust mounted inside of her until she vibrated with need. A woman could only take so much before she broke and ran straight into the building frenzy with her arms open wide, embracing the passionate craze and disregarding good judgment. Entering a world where no common sense existed, a world with no cares for the future or the past, just existing in the moment that no one could take away.