Hard and Easy [High-Country Shifters 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

As soon as Brin lowered his hands to her hips, Larek turned his attention to her breasts. He cupped both of them and pressed them together.

“What I wouldn’t give to have my face buried in these.”

Given that she was leaning over, it would be impossible. Once more she supported herself on the wall. Larek’s hard cock was at her lips. Needing another taste, she licked him, and he twitched.

Brin drew a hand around her belly and pressed on her clit. The extra jolt made her pussy weep and caused another orgasm to build. She was already on edge, and the moment Brin pumped into her, a second orgasm took hold. Larek increased the pressure on her tits and Brin pressed and kneaded her clit until a wave of bliss washed over her. She bucked her hips back until she thought Brin’s cock might come out the other end.

He yelled at the same time his hot cum singed her. The pulsing stretched her so much, her breath caught in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to absorb the intensity.

Larek released her nipples and lightly massaged her breasts as Brin wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

His light kisses were like little blessings.

“You were amazing, honey. I think I’m addicted.”

So am I.

Larek lifted her hands off the wall. “I’ll get us something to clean up.”

She stood and leaned back against Brin. His rigid cock was still planted in her pussy, just where she liked it.

When Larek returned with a wet cloth, Brin pulled out and helped clean her. He nibbled her neck. “Ready for some shut-eye?”

And some cuddling
. “You bet.”

* * * *

Madra thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep sandwiched in between two large men, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. She wasn’t sure if the two men got any sleep because each time she rolled over, the man at her back would pull her tight against him. Their divine presence made her feel safe and wanted.

When she cracked open an eye, the room was filled with light. Larek was not in bed, but Brin was dressed and seated at his desk.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

She had to chuckle at the nickname. “Good morning.”

She glanced at the clock and bolted upright. Tomorrow she had to teach and had nothing ready. She glanced around for her skirt, but it wasn’t on the floor where she’d left it. Only her panties were there.

“Where are my clothes?”

Brin grinned. “I’ll get them.”

Them?
He disappeared out the door and headed toward the living room. A minute later he returned with a skirt and top she’d never seen before.

“Your skirt was ruined. The mall stores were closed, but Larek called Brook, one of his sisters, and she dropped this off for you.”

“That’s incredibly nice of her.” She couldn’t turn down the offer, as she had nothing else to wear.

The fact he’d asked Brook to bring a top meant a lot to her. She slipped them on, and while the skirt was a little short, it fit well in the waist.

“You look great. Brook said you could keep them.”

“I couldn’t.”

He held up a hand. “If you don’t want them, then give them away.”

“Tell her thank you, then.” The clank of dishes came from the kitchen, as did the rich aroma of coffee. “I should be going.”

“What’s your hurry? Surely you can have breakfast with us.”

These men were being so nice. “I’ll share the meal with you, but then I have to get back. I have school tomorrow.”

He grinned and escorted her to the kitchen. Brin must have told Larek that she was up because he had the food on the table. She exhaled. As much as she loved being here, she feared she would get used to this wonderful treatment fast.

Madra was relieved that transitioning from the new theory to the old one didn’t take her long at all, and to her delight, she was able to recycle most of the old lesson plans. When she explained her reason for switching back to the old way of teaching, the kids grumbled.

“So you taught us lies?” one of the taller boys asked.

“Until we find more proof, Principal Aban thought it best if I revert to my previous lesson plans.” She really was putting their best interests at heart, but she knew they were too young to understand her motives.

Most of her classes reacted the same way, but after her after-school help time had come and gone and no students had shown up, she figured they’d accepted the inevitable. For that, she was pleased.

A knock sounded on her door, and one of her students from the fourth period stuck in his head. “Is it too late for help?”

“Where were you for the last hour?”

“Getting help in math.”

She smiled. “Sure. Come in.” Tenlor was a good student, so it surprised her that he’d be the one to come in. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m still a little confused about the eighteenth-century stuff.”

“Can you be specific?”

He sat down and pulled out his notepad. “I’m struggling with comparing and contrasting the two rulers and why Herclas was considered a success whereas Zatran wasn’t.”

“Okay. Let’s examine what they did.”

For the next half hour, he outlined both of the dynasties. She was pleased with his grasp of the subject.

“I think I get it.” He slumped back in his seat. “I wish math was as easy.”

“Doesn’t your teacher help?”

“He hates me.”

She chuckled. “Teachers don’t hate students.”

“Mr. Crisnor hates me.”

“Can you explain?”

“Okay, so I told him I didn’t get help from my friend when I had. He found out. That one time I lied really pissed him off. Ever since then if I even look at anyone in class, he gets on my case.”

“Maybe that’s because he sees your potential and doesn’t want you to waste it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not good.”

“Really? What grade do you have?”

“I have a B.”

There was nothing wrong with that grade. “Do you put a lot of effort into the class?”

“No. I hate Mr. Crisnor and I hate math.”

She leaned back. “Tell you what. For one week, I want you to work your hardest. Take notes, ask questions, and don’t get distracted in class.”

He sucked in his bottom lip as if he was trying to figure out her angle. “And if I do?”

“I’m positive Mr. Crisnor’s attitude will change completely.”

He shook his head. “What if he still gets on my case?”

“Then I will speak with him and reason with him.”

Tenlor’s eyes widened. “You’d do that for me?”

“You bet.”

He grinned and pushed back his chair. “Thanks, Ms. Madra.”

“You’re welcome.”

As soon as he left, her smile claimed her. She could tell he really hadn’t needed any history help but wanted to talk about something else. It felt good to offer him assistance.

Now she really had to get out of there. It was time to run her errands, since she hadn’t gotten the chance to shop yesterday. She needed to pick up some fruit and vegetables from the market before heading home. She smiled as she thought about the great dinner Larek had prepared and how much she wished she was a better cook. It would have been nice to be able to pay them back with a good meal.

She was halfway to the fruit stand when Rein shouted and jogged over to her. She must have just closed up shop.

She hadn’t seen her friend since the night the men arrived. “Hey.”

“You didn’t return my call. I was so worried after I heard about the skirmish in the bar.” Rein grabbed her hand and led her over to a bench under a tree. At this hour, most people were on the tram on their way home, and the mall thankfully wasn’t very crowded.

“I didn’t get the message.” Or hadn’t she taken the time to check? With having the most amazing sexual experience in her life then preparing for class the next day, maybe her mind hadn’t been as focused as it should have been.

Rein’s brows rose. “You’re probably under too much stress. Tell me what happened.”

She blew out a breath. “I’ve replayed the scene in my mind a hundred times, but I’m still not sure of all the facts. I’d just met Brin and Larek at the bar and was coming back from the bathroom when the two parents who complained to my boss about my teaching just happened to stop me. One grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go.”

Rein grimaced. “That’s a coincidence that they’d be there when you were, don’t you think?”

“Maybe, but I don’t see how they could have found out. You were the only one to overhear the men asking me to lunch. Besides, the bar does cater to the more rowdy crowd.”

“You’re probably right.” Rein waved a hand. “Then what?”

She described how Brin had come flying out of nowhere and demanded they leave her alone. “After it became clear Clarin’s dad wasn’t going to back down, both men shifted. Everything after that was a blur. Larek shouted for me to run. They didn’t have to tell me twice. I raced outside, and all I could think of was that Brin and Larek might need help, so I called Lara.”

“That was smart. Her two husbands could defeat half a dozen lions.”

That was probably true. “Both of them were fortunately home, and they literally raced over there.” She inhaled. “By the time they arrived, Brin and Larek had defeated the men.”

“I heard Brin was pretty messed up.”

“He was, but he healed fast. It was Clarin’s dad who ended up with a broken leg.”

Rein winced. “You did follow Larek and Brin home to make sure they were going to be okay, didn’t you?” She winked.

She laughed. Once more Rein’s mind had zeroed in on the important part. “Yes.”

“And then you had sex with them.” Rein pressed her palms together in prayer.

It probably wouldn’t do any good to deny it. “Yes.”

“Was it wonderful?” Rein glanced upward as if she wanted to be transported to that special, joyous place.

Madra looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby eavesdropping. She couldn’t imagine if a student heard the story. She was already in enough trouble with the school, and with contracts for next year coming out at the end of the month, she didn’t want to hurt her chances of being asked back. “Amazing.”

“No details are necessary, since from the way you’re glowing these two are keepers.”

She giggled. “I hope so.”

Rein sobered. “What about your class? Did you decide to fight?”

“No. I decided to do what Principal Aban asked. It’s so much easier that way.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Are you okay with that decision?”

It was clear Rein wanted to know if she was suffering any remorse. “Yes. It’s the right thing to do.” She held up a finger. “Before you get on your moral stand, I’m not changing my mind. If I had known teaching something new would have caused me this much grief, I never would have done it in the first place.”

Rein rolled her eyes. Seems she’d been spending time around Lara if she’d adopted the Earth expression for disgust. “Just because you almost lost your job?”

“That and the fact two innocent men got injured.” She smiled. “Though that did have a positive side effect.”

“There is that.”

She’d forgotten to mention the other reason she’d decided to teach the old way. “As I was leaving the bar with Brin and Larek, Clarin’s dad threatened me.”

Rein scrunched up her face. “That’s not good.”

“I know. I bet Frania’s dad would have, too, except he ran away.”

“Jerks. How did the students react when you told them you’d decided to change back?”

“Some were upset, but to be honest, I think half didn’t care.”

Rein squeezed her hand. “As long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

She was so lucky to have such a supportive friend. “That means the world to me.”

* * * *

Brin came in from working all day on the trial and his brain was fried. Even though his clients had been caught red-handed with the gems, something bothered him about the case. Even though the resident janitors were poor, their exemplary work record implied they’d never steal from the company that had employed them for so many years.

“Did they take the deal to settle?” Larek asked.

“The jewelry company was willing to give Ana and Wendric a break since they’d been cleaning the warehouse for fifteen years without incident. The offer was for the couple to only spend a year in jail, but I advised against it. I know there is more to this than meets the eye.”

“So you’re going to trial?”

“Yes.”

Larek smiled. “If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. Not that they will be found guilty, but what’s the penalty if they are convicted?”

“Ten years in jail.”

“Ouch.”

He pulled out a beer from the refrigerator. “That’s why I have to find something that will clear their names. The problem is that the office won’t pick up the tab for me if I do any more digging.”