Fever for Three (6 page)

“I’m okay with that.” He nipped at her again, right on her collarbone.

Her hips rolled up, her heated cunt slipping along his thigh. She was so wet that all she had to do was move the tiniest bit and she could rock, his skin almost burning her where they touched.

“Look at you ride.” Josh moaned and licked his lips. “You’re like dripping honey, baby.”

Her thighs tightened, squeezed, pussy aching. He thought she was naughty? He was downright pornographic. He made her want to bite him back.

Oh! Did she dare?

She leaned in, teeth finding the skin right above his nipple as she bit.

“Fuck!” He jerked hard, almost unseating her. Josh held her up but his arms shook.

Lightning flashed as she bit again, teeth sinking in, not enough to hurt surely, but enough to feel. They tumbled back to the bed, Josh rolling her beneath him, her legs spreading to take his weight.

A sound like a growl hit her ears. “Damn, baby. You make me crazy. Could eat you up.”

“Like the big bad wolf?”

He grinned, the look pleased as punch. “Just like that, honey.” Josh moved down her body, his mouth sliding over her breasts.

She arched up, pushed one nipple into his mouth, begging silently for the attention. His lips felt soft and hard at the same time, the suction hot and wet and perfect. Each tug seemed to pull at her pussy.

His tongue pushed the tip of her nipple against his teeth, just enough to sting so good. She shivered, so close to crying out. The sound she did make embarrassed her a little.

He moaned for her though, one hand reaching down to card through her wet curls, fingers sliding in along her lips. She spread like hot butter, letting him touch her, letting him in.

The suction around her nipple intensified and she arched, and that cry did come out, loud and harsh. Her body bent up, her head falling back. All her muscles went tight, and he petted her thighs, easing her back down.

“Sorry. Sorry, you just…” The thunder clapped again and she moaned, electricity making all the hairs on her body stand up. Her nipples were so hard they ached.

“No sorries. Jesus, honey, I need you.” His mouth wrapped around her ignored nipple and it was as if he was feasting on her. His blond hair looked amazing against her skin and his lashes were so dark against his cheeks.

He circled her clit, nudging it with his calloused thumb, making her gasp and groan. Her thighs squeezed around his hand, her body bouncing a little on the sheets.

Neither Josh nor Paulo had taken her yet. Neither one had given her the good, hard fucking her body craved. Josh was all over her, but not sliding into her. No, he was slipping down her body, lips on her belly.

“Please. I need, so badly.” She ached, deep in the pit of her belly.

“I know, baby girl.”

Oh she liked that. From honey to baby girl. He licked at her thigh, his teeth stinging.

Her leg bent, knee drawing up, exposing her wet center. Josh moaned, and she thought maybe he sniffed her. That was a little weird, but hot. Really hot.

“Like honey.” He leaned down, tongue sliding along her slit like a lick of flame.

She screamed. She just flat out screamed, her body shaking. He might kill her.

His thumbs spread her and that tongue licked at her again, then he slapped her clit with the flat of his tongue and her entire body went tight, her brain going into complete overload. When he slid a finger inside her cunt, she almost shook herself to death.

“That’s right, baby girl. Give me more.” His tongue started flicking at her, lapping at her over and over.

Cheri tried to find something to hold on to. The sheets didn’t do it. His hair worked as an anchor, curling around her fingers. He moaned against her, one finger becoming two, pushing into her with a steady, driving rhythm. She rode it, reaching for the moon, trying to fly. He kept the rhythm just soft enough that she couldn’t make it.

“Josh. Josh, love, please.” Her toes curled, her legs spreading wider.

“Mmmhmm.” He licked, his hum vibrating all down her spine.

She tugged his hair, needing more pressure, more speed, something. He was driving her out of her goddamn mind. He laughed. Laughed. Cheri rumbled, the sound she made surprising her. Then she tugged his hair again. Hard.

“Need you. More.”

Josh’s head turned, sharp teeth nipping at her inner thigh.

She jumped, her heart stuttering. Then he went back to her center, his tongue pushing inside her alongside his fingers.

Wild. He pushed her so hard she wanted to scream with it, her eyes rolling in her head. Her belly tried to pull in so far she couldn’t breathe and her breasts bounced as she rode his mouth. When he pushed his tongue in deep, his thumb catching her clit, that was more than she could bear.

She let out this wild noise, body humping up, slamming into Josh’s mouth, those hands. Her belly tingled, her thighs shook wildly. This was what she needed. Right now.

Her orgasm left her limp and weak, her hands sliding free of Josh’s hair.

“Pretty baby. So fucking sweet.” Josh nuzzled her belly.

“I…you. Wow.” Words escaped her.

Josh’s chuckle was soft, warm, not mean at all. “You are wow, baby. Slick and sweet and so wet.”

Heat spread over her chest and neck. “The things you say. I swear I’m not like this.”

“You so are. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His blue eyes sparkled, his smile so earnest and happy.

She reached down, stroked those lips, chuckling as he nibbled. He had a thing for biting. Which reminded her…

“Your nephew is a biter.”

“What?” Josh looked completely baffled.

“He’s in my class at school.” She grinned, stroking his cheek. “What do you need, Josh?”

He turned his head, sucked on her fingers, teeth scraping. Biting definitely must run in the family. Cheri pressed a finger to his lips, then the dip in his chin.

He nibbled his way up her arm, each little nip stinging so good. Torn between chuckling and jumping, she watched him, waiting to see what he needed. He was still so hard against her.

She wanted him to fuck her, to fill her up and make her come.

He dropped his forehead down against her shoulder when he reached it. “We can’t, baby girl. Not now.”

“Why?” She stroked his head. “Is…is something wrong?”

Was Josh sick?

“No!” He laughed, shaking his head. “No, baby. I don’t have condoms.”

“Oh. I don’t either. I haven’t in a while.” Not even with Paulo.

He nodded as if he knew, which was a little weird. Maybe it was satisfaction instead, but that seemed odd too. He should be angry or something, right?

She reached down, fingers sliding over the bulge in his jeans.

He danced for her, his hips rocking hard. “Careful now. That’s almost painful.”

“I don’t want you to hurt.” She eased his zipper down.

“No. No, you don’t want that.” His body lifted up, and he let her pull his cock out. His skin was so hot against her fingers.

Cheri moaned, stroked him from base to tip, loving the way his heavy flesh felt in her palm. He pushed hard against her, letting her know how he liked it, which was rougher than Paulo.

“Hungry.” She licked her lips, let her thumb rub the ridge around the mushroom-shaped tip, pushing just a little too hard.

“Always. You make it so much better.” His body started rocking. “And worse.”

“Worse?” She repeated the touch, eyes rolling at the slick, wet heat that met her fingers.

“Uh-huh. Make me hard when I think about you.” He put his hand over hers, squeezing. “Can be awkward.”

“Oh…” She lifted her face for a kiss. His lips tasted like her and his tongue pushed into her mouth, Josh growling softly as he moved her hand faster and helped her grip harder. He was panting, but it wasn’t gross. Somehow breathing him in was so good. So right.

His hips were rocking violently, his balls nudging her thigh, and she gave him the barest bit of pressure.

“Fuck. Oh baby. Need to come.” He stared at her, his eyes flashing gold.

“Josh.” She moaned, kissed him again and nudged his balls again, her thumbnail pressing into the slit of his cock.

He bit her lower lip hard, his seed spilling over her wrist, her hand. He came hard, his body bucking as if he was riding at a rodeo.

He smelled good.

So good.

She moaned low, tongue tracing his bottom lip.

“Oh thank you, baby.” He smiled against her mouth, his hands sliding up and down her sides. “You’re something else.”

“I’m…” The lightning flashed again and she pressed closer. “Thank you.”

“You’re okay, baby girl. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Can I stay?” It wasn’t too late yet, but with the storm and everything…

“Of course you can. We can have soup and I have cookies from Ray Bailey’s bakery.”

She kissed his cheek. “That sounds amazing.”

“Cool.” He hugged her tight, snuggling down in the covers. She felt protected. Cared for. “Nap first?”

Josh didn’t wait for her answer; he pulled her into the curve of his body, hand petting her belly.

The storm raged, but it was okay. She could rest.

* * * * *

Paulo stripped the last bad screw out of the shelf he was replacing and stepped back. Either he was going to have to move it or he was going to have to patch the holes. He needed some plaster, he guessed.

The school was in the best shape it had been in for years. He was there daily after leaving his gifts at Cheri’s house. Josh did the same, leaving little presents for their girl in her car, on her desk at work. Wooing her.

The moon was coming. They needed to do something soon. They needed to get their act together and let their mate know she was theirs.

“Looks like you’re down to the piss-ant jobs, Paulo.”

He jumped a mile. He hadn’t heard Miss Rita coming at all. Of course, she wasn’t just the principal—she was their pack alpha, so she ought to be able to sneak up on people.

“
Si
, almost done with everything, hmm?” He heard Cheri laugh, and his nostrils flared. Their girl.

“You like the new one, hmm? She’s pretty.” Miss Rita always knew.

“She’s not one of us, Miss Rita.” That was Josh, speaking from right down the hall. The man’s scent hit Paulo’s nose and his toes curled in his boots.

Rita looked back and forth between the two of them, her brows going up. “So that’s how it is, huh? Well, well, well. Nice.”

“What?” Josh growled a little. “We got something good.”

“I’m glad. And she actually is one of us, so that will be happy.” She peered at them over her glasses, which Paulo knew she didn’t need. “Not that I intend to let Josh breed.”

Paulo chuckled; Rita was a tough broad. “No? No blond babies for her?”

“No. Only little brown ones.” She winked.

His balls drew up and Josh snarled deep in his chest. “Cheri will decide it.”

“Cheri’s not a wolf,
si
? She can’t choose.” Rita and Josh knew that, right? He wanted to believe what Josh said about her having wolf in her, but hope could be dangerous.

Rita just laughed. “Don’t you worry about that, Paulo. She’s got more wolf in her than you think.”

Josh crowed. “I knew it!”

“Rita?” He shook his head, then popped Josh’s ass. “Quit laughing at me, butthead.”

Wiggling, Josh danced a little. “I’m not. But I told you…”

“I told you,
sobrino
. It will all be okay, huh?” Rita squeezed his shoulders. “You go on now. That shelf can wait.”

He leaned in, brushed their cheeks together. Rita smelled like home, like calm peace and authority. “
Si. Si. Gracias
.”

“Be good.” She gave Josh the fish eye, and Josh held up his hands, trying to look innocent, he thought. It really didn’t work for the man.

At all.

As soon as Miss Rita was gone, the innocent melted into something else. “Hey, honey,” Josh said, reaching for him but not touching. Not in public.

“Hey. Been too long.” He wanted to get off, to let them both ride. “This waiting’s insane.”

“I know. I sure know that.” Josh jerked off his hat, running his fingers through his hair.

“You working? I can be done. Now.”

“I came to find you. So if you’re done…”

“Fuck yes.” He nodded, resisting the urge to grab Josh’s hand.

Josh looked around, wrinkling his nose when he saw the bathroom. “Not here. Come on, honey. My truck is right outside.”

“Sounds good. Somewhere we can spend time.”

A long time. Possibly long enough to make Josh scream.

“Oh then we should definitely go to my place, babe.”

He offered Josh a smile, letting his hunger, his need show. Josh chuckled, grabbing his hand once they got around back of the school to pull him along.