Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“Not going to happen until I say so.”

She’d find a way. Daven must have felt sorry for her because he abandoned her ear and trailed kissed over her shoulder to her throat. The first few licks made her yearn even more for his mouth on her nipples.

“Please, Daven.”
Damn
. She hadn’t meant for that to leak out.

He lifted his head and possessed her with his kiss. For a second, she almost forgot about Breck, focusing on the intense warmth swirling through her body. She threaded her fingers through his hair and kept him from moving. She was the first one to open her mouth and invite him in. He obliged by exploring her, running his tongue along her teeth and across the top of her mouth. They parried for position, and he let her delve into his mouth before he reclaimed hers once more. When he leaned back to come up for air, his hand cupped her breast and she let out a moan.

His fingers rolled her nipple between his fingers, sending tiny sparks of need straight between her legs. Breck must have decided the teasing was over because he slipped a finger into her pussy and twirled it around causing all sorts of havoc. With each swipe, heat built. The double sensation had her lifting and swinging her hips.

All touching stopped. She pushed up on her elbows. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, babe. We’ve had enough.”

Enough?
If they thought all that touching would satisfy her, they were sorely wrong.

She exhaled when Breck slid to one side and Daven to the other. With one beefy arm, Breck tugged her back to his chest, and their legs molded together. He lifted them toward the headboard so that his huge cock nudged her back.

Daven faced her, a big grin on his face. “I thought maybe you’d like to continue where we left off.”

Her mouth watered as she thought about sucking on his cock.

Breck lifted her top leg and placed one foot on the bed. “Give me a chance first. I don’t want her distracted.”

Daven scrunched up his face. “You’re no fun.” He grabbed his cock and waved it.

“Maybe one lick.” She couldn’t refrain.

Leaning forward, she swiped her tongue along his length, garnering a loud groan.

Suddenly, she was placed on her hands and knees. “That’s it. I so need to fuck her pussy or I’m going to shift.”

They both laughed. She heard the condom foil tear, but she had no idea where he’d gotten it since he hadn’t moved away from her body. What did she care?

Latex snapped and she sobered the moment he slipped three fingers into her pussy and kissed her back. The inferno building inside licked up her spine. When his thumb strummed across her clit, her pussy juiced so hard she feared it would drip on the sheets. Her back arched on its own.

“Hurry.”

Daven must have thought she meant him, because he moved in front of her head, and reached in with both hands. When he tweaked her nipples, her body exploded with need, and her groans came out in little pants. Pushing her hips backward, she swayed side to side, hoping to entice Breck to fuck her hard.

The head of his cock breached her wet opening, and joy raced through her. She needed to be impaled more than she needed to breathe. He clasped onto her hips and drove into her. The stretching intensified with each inch, and her lungs pressed hard against her rib cage.

“You’re huge.”

“The better to fuck you, my dear.”

That brought a smile, but only for a second, because Daven stretched her nipples taut. A whirlwind of pain morphed into pleasure and forced her pussy to release its hold on Breck’s cock.

Breck nibbled her shoulder as he held still. He must have been able to feel how her pussy was pulsating and thought she needed time to adjust to his size.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“I think you’re just too big.” That got her a light nip on the shoulder. For a second she wondered if he’d try to bite her for real, hoping to claim her. “No biting.”

“I can wait.”

There couldn’t be a next time, no matter how amazing this was. Breck pulled out halfway and slowly eased back in. She wanted the pressure of his cock ramming into her. At least Daven was rubbing her nipples so hard that ripples of delight streaked across her belly.

She tried to press her hips back to urge Breck on, but he held her tight. His hands slipped lower and cupped her ass. He moaned, acting as if he wished he were fucking her ass instead. And here she thought Daven was the ass man.

“Fuck me hard, goddamn it.”

“I always give the woman what she wants.”

Daven must have realized they were both near their breaking points and waved his cock in front her mouth. As she opened up to take him in, Breck dragged her down to the bed. Somehow he managed to plunge his cock into her with the movement. Daven slid next to her, making sucking his dick much easier.

With her hands now free, she grabbed Daven’s cock with one hand and his hard sac with the other. She pulled his turgid length toward her and decided to dispense with the teasing. She was on the brink of climaxing and needed to have him in her mouth when she did.

Just as she’d fit as much as she could into her mouth, Breck clasped onto her hip and pumped into her with a vengeance. Without thinking, she milked his cock.

“Oh, babe, don’t do that. I’m so close.”

She was close, too. With the next thrust, she tightening her lips around Daven’s cock and sucked as hard and as fast as she could. Heat scorched her insides and her mind blanked. When Daven reached forward and rubbed her clit, she no longer could hold on. Her pussy convulsed and shuddered as her orgasm slammed into her.

Her walls fluttered as Breck stroked his cock in and out of her. With one big thrust, he rammed into her end, and his hot cum streamed into the condom. Reflexively, her hand tightened her grip on Daven’s balls. A loud growl burst from his lungs. The hand holding her hair tugged hard, sending more shockwaves through her body, and a burst of sweet and salty jism filled her mouth. Had she not pulled off, his cum would have burst from her mouth. She swallowed then leaned over and licked him clean.

“Sweet gods in the sky.” Daven closed his eyes and dropped onto his back.

Breck hugged her tight, still impaled in her body. Nothing could have been more wonderful or fulfilling than this moment. Instead of analyzing what happened, she closed her eyes and savored their time together.

* * * *

Her mom’s birthday party was in two hours, and she had yet to finish the painting. Since it had rained today, she had to stay in, which hampered her progress. In a way, that was a good thing since she suspected Breck and Daven might have come out again to the lake to watch her paint, and she wasn’t ready for another round of amazing sex.

“Knock, knock.” Her mom walked in, and Julia tried to hide the present.

“You can’t be in here. Your painting isn’t done.” She had another one she would be presenting her, but being able to give her two would be nice.

“I have dinner on the table.” She expected her mom to leave, but instead she walked over to examine her gift. “Oh, Julia. That’s fantastic.”

From the way her mom’s eyes lit up, she was telling the truth. “Thank you. I have to finish the rowboat and then I’m done.” After the men had taken her around the lake, the boat seemed to have taken on a life of its own and she wanted to make sure it had a prominent place in the picture.

“It’s lovely. I’ll be just as excited when it’s done. Come on.”

“Let me clean my brushes, and I’ll be right out.”

“Hurry.”

Julia cleaned up as fast as she could, but her mind couldn’t help but drift back to what she and the men were talking about when she cleaned each color brush. She was using the combination yellow and blue brush when Breck asked her its color. She dipped the red brush under the water, remembering them talking about some of her favorite things to do. She shook her head. The men really seemed to want to know what made her tick. To them, she wasn’t some barmaid without a brain.

“Julia!”

She refocused and let the brushes soak. She’d put them away later. “Coming.”

The rich flavors of sizzling meat and tangy sweet potatoes filled the air.

Her two fathers, Charles and Harvey, hugged her one at a time. “Julia, we’ve hardly had the chance to see you this visit.”

That’s because she was having wild sex with two amazing men. “I wanted to finish a painting for mom, though I do have another one I want to give her.”

The birthday girl came out of the kitchen. “What’s that? You finished the painting?”

Her mom had seen the one she was working on and that it wasn’t quite done. “No, I have another one that I’ll give you after dinner.”

“Oh, good. Then let’s eat.”

The mood was incredibly festive, but soon the talk turned to The Sword. “Don’t tell me they’re acting up again.”

Charles waved a fork at her. “They’re always acting up, so you always need to be aware.”

She’d been taught never to get distracted when she walked to her car. “I’m careful. I just don’t get why with all the other panther establishments, Panther Cove has to be Central Command for every uprising.”

Harvey, who was the quieter of her two dads but the best strategist, smiled. “That’s because we’re the finest.”

Great
.

They did ask her about her classes at the college and how the opening went of Delight’s Drinking Emporium
.

“Wonderful.”

“That’s good dear,” Charles said. “How about some birthday cake?”

Julia jumped up. “I’ll get it.”

She placed the candles in the cake and lit them. As she walked into the dining room, her fathers burst into very bad song. She sang louder, trying to drown out the lack of harmony. She set the cake in front of her mom. “I’ll get the plates.”

She returned with everything they needed for a perfect party. Her mom was halfway through cutting the cake when both of her dads’ cell phones went off. Her heart sank, and while her mom’s lips pressed together, she sat up straighter as if trying to show she wouldn’t be crushed if they had to go.

Her dads stood and left the room, presumably needing to speak in private. When they returned, the sparkle in their eyes had dimmed. “We’re sorry, Charlotte.”

She waved a hand. “Go. Is there anything I can do?”

If there had been an emergency, she’d have been called into duty, too. The women of Panther Cove manned the radios and orchestrated some things from the compound the best they could.

“Not right now.”

It nearly crushed Julia to watch her fathers walk out when it was her mom’s birthday. She said nothing until the door clicked closed.

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“It’s the way life is here. You’ll get used to it.”

No, she wouldn’t because she wouldn’t subject herself to the heartache. “How about I get my present?”

That brought a smile to her mom’s face. “That would be lovely.”

“Oh, has Randy called to wish you a happy birthday?”

Her brother had left over thirty years ago because he decided that he, too, wanted a more normal life. As a lawyer, he enjoyed coming home to his wife and three kids each night and not having to worry about some damned tiger shifters wanting to ruin the world.

“He called this morning when you were asleep.”

She had been tired. “He sound good?”

“He’s happy.”

“I’m glad.” Julia hurried into her room, glad to know her brother was safe. She brought back the large canvas carefully wrapped. “Happy birthday, Mom.” She leaned over and gave her a kiss.

“I can guess what this is.”

“Bet you don’t know what it’s a picture of though.”

“True.”

Her mother eagerly tore the paper and gasped. Tears welled in her eyes. “This is stunning. Oh Julia. I remember that day so clearly.” Her hand automatically rubbed her stomach as if she was remembering the full feeling of having a baby in her belly.

Wild images raced through her brain of being pregnant, too. She mentally looked to her right and left, and saw Breck and Daven by her side. She blinked, not wanting to be caught up with The Shield’s politics or their stupid war.

“Thank you, dear. It’s fabulous.”

Since Julia was about to break down herself, she gathered the dishes and brought them into the kitchen. Needing a drink, she poured both of them some wine.

“Mom, how about if we sit in the living room and watch some television.”

She smiled. “That would be wonderful. I think a nice romantic comedy would help bolster my mood.”

That was proof she was worried. While her fathers were past their prime, if they were needed, they’d go in to battle in a heartbeat. She prayed it wouldn’t come to that, because if it did, both Breck and Daven would be putting their lives on the line, too.

“Wake up.”

The nudge jerked her awake. Charles was standing over her. She glanced around the living room but didn’t see Harvey. She blinked to focus. “Everything okay?” The television was still on.