Maggie's Wolves, Part Two: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 2) (4 page)

“It’s wrong, Case. Anybody could see.”

Maybe not
anybody
. But someone might see in, and there was Eli and Jack. They couldn’t possibly ignore what was happening in the backseat.

Case didn’t relent. “Close your eyes.”

She responded instantly to the note of command in his voice, closing her eyes before it even occurred to her to disobey.

“That’s good.” His removed his hand and she whimpered at the loss of contact.

She flinched when something soft touched her forehead and then slipped over her eyes. “What is that?”

“Just an ear warmer. It’s not tied and you can take it off anytime you want.” He paused. “But it would please me if you left it on. I don’t want you thinking about anything but the way my hands feel on you right now. No one is going to see anything. The road’s practically deserted. No one but us. Your mates and Jack, who wouldn’t do a thing to harm you. He wants you as badly as we do. Isn’t that right, Jack?”

Jack growled, low in his throat, and Maggie shivered again.

A touch of amusement in his voice, Eli said, “I’ll make sure Jack keeps his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. Let Case take care of you, Maggie. We’ll take care of everything else.”

This time when Case moved his hand back between her legs, she let go of his wrist and let her thighs fall open.

His breath was warm at her throat. “You smell delicious. You want to be fucked again, don’t you?”

“Yes.”
Oh, God. Yes, she did
. By Case and Eli both while Jack watched. But she kept that to herself, because she also wanted to survive the trip and that meant Jack had to concentrate on the road.

Case touched her, his fingers sliding effortlessly. “So slippery and needy.”

The tip of his finger circled her clit, and she opened her eyes. Her lashes brushed against black fleece. For a moment, the darkness was disorienting. It made her feel vulnerable and on edge. But having her vision blocked also made it easier to focus on her other senses, particularly her sense of touch as Case’s clever hands manipulated her body. She closed her eyes again, sinking deeper into the heat. It didn’t hurt when she didn’t fight against it. When she gave in, it wrapped around her like warm water. It was only when she fought that her body rebelled.

Seeming to sense her capitulation, Case growled low in his throat. He pushed up her shirt above her breasts and jerked down the cups of her bra. Fastening his mouth on one taut nipple, he continued to slide a single finger through her folds. Up and down, in slow, easy sweeps. On the down stroke, he dipped lower, almost entering her but not quite penetrating. She moaned as he started the slow, sweet slide upward to circle her clit.

“Case…” She didn’t recognize her own voice. Husky and desperate, it might have belonged to a stranger.

“I got you. All you need to do is relax and let it come.”

Relaxing wasn’t an option. “Please.”

“You need more, honey?”

If she asked for his cock, he would give it to her, she knew that. Her mind filled with the vision of Case fucking her in the backseat while the other two men in the truck tried to pretend that nothing was going on.

“Your fingers,” she whispered. “Just your fingers.”

Turning his hand, Case immediately pushed two fingers inside her. Her hips rolled forward and she groaned.

“Like that?”

It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but it would do for now. Catching her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head to her breast. He sucked hard at her nipple and she nearly arched off the seat.

Case’s hand wedged between her legs, his fingers pressed high and tight inside her pussy. He held her there as he licked and lapped at her breasts. Teasing her. She tugged at his hair, but he refused to move until he was good and ready. And then it was only to lift his head enough to speak. “I don’t know if getting you off like this will help with the heat or if it’s the sex that pushes it back. Do you know?”

Moaning, she shook her head. He withdrew his fingers slowly, dragging them against her swollen flesh. “Does it feel good, Maggie? Does it feel right to you?”

“No.”

He stopped, and she shuddered in frustration. “You’re teasing me, Case. I need more.”

“My cock?”

“I need to come. Just make me come. Stop screwing around.”

He laughed, his warm breath feathering across her skin. “Your wish.”

He dipped his head to her breast again, sucking her nipple into his mouth as he worked her with his hand. He stopped trying to drag the moment out. His fingers slid in and out of her at a smooth, steady pace while his thumb pressed lightly against her clit. When she was panting with need, whimpering his name and riding his hand, no longer caring about the other men in the truck or who might see what, Case finally started to move his thumb, caressing her clit in a small circular motion, gradually increasing the pressure. She became more and more frantic until her body went rigid, her head fell back and her body clamped down on his fingers.

Case buried his face in her neck and growled as she came. The sound of it trembled through her body and pushed her higher. When it was over, she found herself clutching Case’s head to her chest and breathing heavily. The blindfold had slipped down around her neck.

She looked around her, feeling slightly dazed. Everything was the same. The scenery flashed by the window—snow, forest, and the occasional passing vehicle. The two men in the front seat were quiet and tense, but they appeared to be doing their damndest to ignore her and Case. Embarrassed, she released Case and reached for her jeans. Pulling them up as quickly as she could, she winced at the way the rough fabric scraped at her skin. Case smoothed the hair back from her face and kissed her hot cheek. “Did it help?”

She nodded. “It did, a little. I’ll be okay for a while, I think.”

“Good,” he said. “We have two hours until we get home.”

“
Two hours?
”

“I’m afraid so.”

Jack cleared his throat. “There’s a diner up ahead. Should I stop?”

Case looked at her with raised brows.

“Stop,” she said.

She needed to get out of the truck for a few minutes. She could definitely use a restroom and some food would be good. The truck began to slow and they pulled into the parking lot of the Tick Tock diner, a place she’d been coming to since she was a girl. Maggie took a deep breath and got ready to re-enter the real world.

Chapter Five

Amazingly, no one seemed to realize what she’d been up to for the last few hours. Maggie had somehow expected people to take one look at her and know she’d been engaged in a sex marathon with two of the men accompanying her and was even now thinking about taking on the third. But no one stopped and stared as they entered the diner, except for one teenage girl whose eyes widened when she caught sight of the three handsome men. The waitress seemed bored as she led them to a booth near the window, and the elderly couple waiting by the front desk only looked impatient to pay their bill and be on their way.

Maggie ordered coffee and excused herself to use the restroom. When she came back, the men were casually sipping coffee and talking about the best route home in the weather. Looking at them, she understood the teenager’s reaction. They were all attractive men in their own way. Eli, big and burly, with his bone-melting smile. Case, all stern and serious, with his trim body and handsome face. Jack, young and quiet, with his dark hair and laughing blue eyes. And then there was her. Always the girl with the pretty face and nice boobs, who was a little too tall and too big for men to look at twice. Except these men hadn’t gotten that memo. They all looked up as she approached the table and in that moment she felt like the most attractive woman in the universe.

Eli and Jack sat on one side of the table so she slipped in beside Case. Once the food came, they ate quickly, everyone apparently as anxious as she was to be on the road again. Her heat was already beginning to rise. She didn’t know if it had returned so soon because Case had only used his fingers to bring her to orgasm or if it was just the natural progression of the cycle.

Pushing her plate away, she drank a sip of her ice water, hoping it would settle her stomach.

Eli looked from her half-finished plate to her face. “You should eat more than that. We didn’t have much for breakfast.”

All three men had ordered the trucker special—four eggs, four slices of bacon and links of sausage, and a short stack of pancakes. The table was covered with food. She’d eaten her bacon and half an order of scrambled eggs. Normally, she might’ve eaten more, but today the sight turned her stomach.

“It’s important that she listen to her instincts now,” Case said. “If she says she doesn’t want food then she doesn’t have food. Unless,” he looked at her, “if there’s something you’d rather have than what’s on the table, we’ll get it for you.”

An image of the three men bringing down an elk for dinner flashed through her mind, and she shook her head with a rueful smile. “I’m good.”

“Her aunt—” Eli began and then yelped when she kicked him under the table.

“You don’t need to talk about my aunt,” she said.

Eli’s expression darkened. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Maggie. She was in the wrong treating you the way she did. None of it was your fault.”

“I know that.” She leaned back against the seat back, ignoring the curious looks Case and Jack cast her way. “It’s just that I’d rather not talk about any of that right now.”

She thought Case might argue, but he held his tongue and went back to his breakfast. After a moment, the others did the same, and she looked out the window. It was still snowing steadily and the roads were covered in rutted, gray slush.

She was frowning out the window and trying not to think about what her aunt would think about all this when Case’s hand fell on her thigh. There was nothing sexual in his touch. It was simply a comforting weight on her leg that withdrew almost immediately. Startled, she looked at his face. His expression was as remote as it’d been since they walked into the diner. Maybe he hadn’t actually intended to touch her. Much more than Eli, she had trouble figuring Case out. When he’d touched her in the truck, she’d been the absolute center of all his focused attention. The moment they’d stepped into the diner, his demeanor had changed completely. It wasn’t that he ignored her exactly, but while Eli was as warm as ever and Jack kept sneaking hungry glances her way, Case didn’t seem to care that she was there.

When they finished eating, Jack excused himself to use the restroom and Case went up to the counter to pay for their meal. Frowning, she reached for her coat.

“He’s different out here,” Eli said. She looked up. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, and he shrugged. “Your expression…and I know how uncertain you are about all this. You didn’t say or do anything wrong. When he’s around people he trusts—when he’s with the pack—he’s a different person than when he’s out here around strangers.”

“Why?”

“He has reasons. Ask him how he got his scar sometime. He’ll tell you.”

They left the diner and, this time, Eli sat in back with her. When they started down the road, she curled against his side. With his strong arm wrapped around her and the steady hum of the road, she found herself slowly relaxing. Every so often, Eli would say something to Jack or Case and the deep rumble of his voice beneath her ear was a soothing comfort.

The heat still simmered in her blood, but the food seemed to have muffled the effect somewhat. For the first time in the last twenty-four hours, she felt almost normal again. Glad for the respite, Maggie closed her eyes.

Case heard Maggie’s breathing deepen and slow. When he looked in the backseat to see her curled in Eli’s arms, he felt a weird mix of tenderness and jealousy wash over him. Her dark lashes marked little half moons on her pale cheeks and her lips were gently parted. She looked exhausted and completely at peace. He took a moment to study her. Her glossy black hair curled about her face in old-fashioned waves. She had freckles across the bridge of her nose and a dimple in her chin. She looked sweetly innocent in sleep and totally unlike the hungry goddess who’d stretched out her hand for Eli’s cock while Case was buried to the hilt in her tight pussy. That had been the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life and, at the time, he hadn’t felt even a twinge of jealousy. It was stupid to feel stung now by the way she slept so trustingly in Eli’s arms.

Eli looked up at him with a goofy grin. “She needs the rest. She barely slept last night and it’s already been a busy day.”

Case nodded, and then hesitantly asked, “What was it about her aunt that you were going to tell us in the diner?”

Eli stroked her hair and shook his head. “She was right. It wasn’t the time or place. She’ll tell you on her own.  Just maybe…” He sighed. “This is hard for her and not just because she didn’t know about heat until she was in the middle of it. It might take some time for her to trust us completely.”

Case frowned. “We don’t have time.”

“I know,” Eli said, with a note of regret. “But we can’t push her too hard.”

Push her too hard? Guilt turned his stomach again, but Case did his best to ignore it. Maggie had claimed him and didn’t seem to regret it. As for the other members of the pack, Carson and Jack weren’t likely to scare her off. They were both young and fairly submissive. But what the hell would she make of Declan?

“Don’t worry.” Eli said, moving so that Maggie could sprawl more comfortably across his chest. “It will all turn out right in the end. Maggie won’t let us down. She’s something else, isn’t she?”

Case looked at her as she rubbed her cheek against Eli’s shirt and mumbled something in her sleep. “That she is.”

“It’s easy for the two of you to talk about not pushing her too hard,” Jack grumbled. “She’s already claimed the both of you. She keeps looking at me like she’s ready to run.”

Case’s mouth curled in a smile. “That’s because you keep looking at her like you’re ready to pounce. Stop triggering her fight or flight response and you might actually get somewhere.”

Jack grimaced. “I’m not a good liar. I can’t hide what I’m feeling like you do.”

“You don’t have to hide it,” Case said. “But try pouncing on her, and you’ll have both me and Eli to answer to.”

Jack gave him a disgusted look. “You think I would do that? I might not be good at controlling my expressions, but I’ve got a hell of a lot of experience at holding myself back.”

Case laughed. Settling back in his seat, he looked out the windshield at the crap roads. They were silent for a few miles, all of them lost in their own thoughts and then Jack spoke. “What if she doesn’t claim me?”

The thread of worry in his voice tugged at Case’s heart. “I think she will.”

“Of course she will,” Eli said, more confidently.

“She’s nervous,” Jack said. “I’ve never met a female shifter so uncertain of herself.”

Jack had grown up in a larger pack than his. Four males mated to the female alpha. Jack had two older brothers and a sister. His brothers were still in North Carolina working in the family construction business. Jack’s sister had chosen to go human and, as often happened in such cases, she didn’t like to associate much with the family she’d left behind. Jack’s mother was still alive, unlike Case’s. He’d met Mary once and she was the queen of her pack—demanding, unbending and territorial. Jack’s sister was much the same, even though she’d chosen to turn her back on what she considered her hillbilly roots. Of all of the members of the Red Mountain pack, Jack had the most difficulty relating to women.

“We’re a pack and a strong one,” Case said. “Her wolf will recognize that. Her wolf probably already
has
recognized that. It might just take her human half a little bit longer to come to the same realization.”

Jack glanced his way, hope lighting his face. “You really think so?”

“I do.”

When he and Jack had left the lodge that morning, worried about finding Eli, Case never would have thought he’d return that afternoon with a mate. A female shifter, beautiful and wild and so achingly unsure of herself it nearly broke his heart. He was already wrapped around her finger.

He couldn’t let the rest of the pack know that, not without causing problems. It was always difficult to bring in a new member of the pack. It disrupted dominance orders and existing friendships. It made the wolves edgy when they didn’t know their place in the pack. And this wasn’t the way it was supposed to work with a female alpha. If Maggie had grown up in a pack, she would have had the opportunity to meet other male shifters before she reached maturity. She’d have known who she was interested in. She’d have discussed the possibility of becoming pack and would have contacted her prospective mates when her time was close.

Case was torn between wanting Maggie to be able to choose her own pack and not wanting to lose his. If she didn’t choose Jack or Carson or Declan, he wasn’t sure how he’d handle it.

“All we need to worry about right now,” Case said, “is getting home in one piece. The rest will sort itself out.”

He hoped it would, because he sure as hell didn’t want to be forced to cast anyone out.