Tigers Like It Hot (11 page)

Jessi rested her head on Mac’s shoulder as she waited for Gareth’s possession. She relaxed, experience telling her it would make it easier, especially since they had taken the last three days to prepare her for this.

One slow thrust and the thick head of his cock slipped past her anus. Another slow push had him seated deep inside her. She smiled.

“I feel so full. I love it.”

“You’re really gonna love it in a minute, baby.” Gareth pulled out and pushed back in just before Mac did the same. It didn’t take long for them to work out a rhythm between them. one pulling out while the other pushed back in.

“Oh—oh!” Jessi couldn’t talk. She could barely breathe. Tendrils of sexual delight shot from every nerve ending as her two men continued their deep thrusts, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm—bringing them all closer.

Intense pleasure washed over her, wave after wave of pure bliss taking her higher and higher, until finally, they each nipped the crook of her neck with sharp teeth. Something shifted in her then. Lightning shot through her blood, her heart slammed against her ribs. Mac and Gareth both stiffened and groaned as her entire body became rigid body stiffened, then she screamed.

Jessi wasn’t sure what it was, but she knew something had changed inside her when they nipped the crook of her neck. She felt different. She felt more. A strange lethargy washed over her and she closed her eyes, drifting off in the arms of the men she loved.

Four hours had passed since Mac and Gareth had made her their mate, and Jessi couldn’t have been happier. Soon they would leave this strange, Halloween town and head back to Langston where she would instruct men from the cascade on where to find Kelly’s and her belongings.

“Are you ready?”

“For what?” She glanced up at Mac as he approached her.

“For us to take you back home.” He frowned. Didn’t you want to go and get more of your things?” He leaned against the wall. “We’ve arranged to have a few men stay behind, pack up the bulk of your belongings and bring them along to the cascade. Gareth and I don’t want you to have to stay here longer than necessary.”

“I-I don’t know.” Jessi cast her gaze down and bit her lip.

What if someone told her men about her past, about Kelly’s past? It was one thing to tell the men their stories. It was something else the way the guys in Langston told it. The way they told it always made things sound so much worse.

“There’s nothing to fear, baby,” Mac said and then kissed her softly. “We’re yours. We will always be yours.” He cupped her cheek, gazed deep into her eyes, his thumbs caressing her lower lip. “Hell, baby, we’ve
always been
yours. Nothing anyone can say will ever change that.”

Deep down Jessi knew he meant what he said. She also knew that Gareth would say the same—she only need ask him to do so. The bond they had was strong. It grew stronger every day.

Losing them wasn’t what frightened her. What scared her mostly was the possibility of losing their respect. No one had ever given her such unconditional love and respect before.

“It’s your choice, love,” Gareth added as he moved up behind her. “We can go to Langston, or we can head straight to the cascade as Kelly, Zach and Derek have already done.”

Jessi took a deep breath. She had to face them. She’d been running from those ghosts for too many years already. When she returned home, hoping to exorcise them, she let them take over her life once again. She couldn’t allow that. Not anymore.

If she didn’t go back and face them, she would only help perpetuate the double standard that every man in Langston held so dear.

“Okay.” She nodded. “I can do it.” She
had
to do it. If she didn’t do it for herself, she had to do it for every woman who came after her.

It was finally time she realized that going back wasn’t something she should fear. She had nothing to prove to those people. Hell, she didn’t give a damn about any of the people she was leaving behind.

She decided to return, not for herself, but because all of the woman in that small, backward town deserved better, and she was determined to prove to them that better men
did
exist outside of the Langston city limits.

“Just so you know that I’m not doing it for me.” She smiled up at them. I’m doing this for every other woman in Langston who feels inadequate. And…” She paused with a sad smile. “I’m sure that’s just about every one of them.”

“Thank you for allowing us to do this for you—for them.” Mac hurriedly corrected himself. He smiled down at her. “Personally, I can’t wait to see the expressions on the men’s faces when our friends arrive to drive our vehicles and the rest of your things to Oregon.”

Jessi frowned up at him. “Why?” What did he think they would do other than point and say how right they had been about her?

Her two men each wrapped an arm around her, leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Because, they will be arriving at the town hall in
our
helicopter.”

“Good grief!” She took a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate it into non-existence. “And to think that I had originally suspected that
you
guys were after
my
money!”

Dear Reader:

If you’re reading this, I hope it means that you’ve just enjoyed reading one of my books. Always a romantic, I started weaving little fantasies for my friends at the tender age of fifteen.

After complaining to my husband that my favorite authors didn’t write fast enough, he asked a fateful question. “Why don’t you write one of your own while you’re waiting?”

Once I started, he couldn’t stop me. I write in the morning, before work, and during my breaks at the day job, and I write at night when I should be relaxing. I’ve even been known to write in my sleep. Sometimes it even makes sense!

I grew up in Southwest Florida where I met and married the love of my life. My husband was in the Navy for twenty years, so if you wonder where I have gotten some of my ideas, I blame him. I suggest you do the same. He’s always saying he has wide shoulders. Let’s load them up, shall we?

Currently, I live in Michigan, seven miles from the nearest grocery store. I love living in the country. It gives me the peace and quiet I need to continue to write these stories for you. It also shows me a lot of natural beauty that I try to share with you in my books. While my titles may be dedicated to certain individuals who have touched my life in differing ways, please remember, every one of them is written for you.

My most recent dream is to continue what I do—to share more stories with anyone willing to read them. My new dream is to be able to pursue both my writing and my husband fulltime. Do you think he’ll run?

More of Tianna’s Books:

Gate To Fate series

The Paradise series:

Brianna’s Prophecy

Dragon Bound series:

The DARE series

The Endowed Series

The Chosen Series

Hidden Breeds

Highland Bears

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