Second Chance Mates (18 page)

"I love you, sweetheart," he groaned,
holding her. "I love you, Clara."

"I love you, too," she
whispered.

Cade eased from her body and rolled to
her side. Next to him, she felt like a boneless heap, all gangly
limbs and no brain impulses telling her to move which was fine by
her. "Stay," she said. "Don't say anything. Just stay."

For a long time they lay together,
companionably quiet, comfortable in each other's arms. Just as
sleep beckoned, as the last of the fading light seeped from the
room, she could have sworn she heard outside a tiger's
roar.

Chapter Fourteen

Clara woke with a start, somehow not
surprised to find two warm bodies pressed either side of her. The
last thing she remembered from the previous evening was falling
asleep in Cade's arms after a very intense orgasm that had her
seeing stars. That didn't explain why she awoke, naked as the day
she was born, with her arms around Luke's waist and her head
pressed against his shirtless back and her body full snuggled
against his.

And against her back pressed Cade's
front, his long masculine form following the curve of her body. She
wriggled backwards, trying to make some extra room for herself
while she gathered her thoughts.

"Smooth move," came an amused voice
from behind her. Cade.

She fought the urge to blush, an urge
she forgot all about as his body pressed against her back again,
his hard morning arousal already in evidence.

"Subtle, Cade," she
whispered.

"That's me, Mr. Subtle," he whispered
back, amusement lacing his voice as an arm slipped over her,
tightening around her waist.

"So, Mr. Subtle, are you going to tell
me why I woke up to find you
and
the tiger in my
bed?"

"I seem to remember him mumbling
something about it being tired and late and the bed looking so
comfortable."

Clara arched an eyebrow.
Oh
really?
And it had nothing to do with her, sandwiched in the
middle of them?

"I've never seen a tiger look so
pathetic," Cade added, holding down a snort.

"Really?" she drawled.

"Of course your body was the clincher,"
Cade continued, his breath tickling her ear lobes and just as she
thought he was going to admit exactly what he wanted to do to her,
he said, "You just rolled right in the middle, leaving plenty of
space that side so I said 'whatever' and went back to sleep." The
back of his hand brushed her neck, and dropped lower, tracing a
path along her cleavage, causing her nipples to tighten as a shiver
ran through her. The hand stopped, a palm coming to rest on her
stomach, fingers gently tickling her.

"Stop that," she said, her palm landing
on the back of his hand.

"Make me."

Clara wriggled over to face him, her
nose millimeters from his. She narrowed her eyes. "I'll push you
out of bed, just like I should."

"Oh, really? I'd like to see you try."
Cade's arm clamped across her just as she started to wriggle and
his mouth was at her ear again, his cock pressing hard into her
belly. "I'm sure the tiger would like that just fine. And, for that
matter, I don't see you offering to push him out of
bed."

"He's not awake," she sniffed. "It
would be rude."

"Rude, my ass," Cade scoffed. "You
enjoyed waking and having two men pressed against you...you curled
around him, me curled around you like a very toasty, very
tasty
sandwich," he teased.

"Am not," she protested. "I'm just
too...tired to move!" It sounded lame as soon as it slipped from
her lips.
Liar
, said her wolf. She rolled over and tried not
to smile.

"Then you're probably too tired to stop
me from doing this." Cade's hand slipped from under hers and dived
between her legs, his fingers skimming through her lips. "Fuck,
you're wet," he gasped, forgetting to be quiet.

Of course, she was, she thought. She'd
woken from a really dirty dream, after a fabulous climax, to find
part of the dream was already a reality. It was no surprise her
nipples were hard pebbles and her sex soaked. The fingers sliding
through them were an especially nice morning treat that made her
breathing ragged and her mind all fuzzy. Where was her resolve?
With a sigh of frustration, she gave Cade a push and wriggled over,
facing away from him again. Except, instead of Cade's body, she now
had an equally fine one in front of her. Frankly, she didn't care
when Cade's hand returned to slide over her buttocks, and approach
her sex from behind. Two fingers slid inside her, the languid
thrusts causing her to arch against him.

A sleepy hand grasped hers and she
froze, biting her lip to keep quiet, fully aware that Luke lay
sleeping in front of her, while his friend fingered her deliciously
from behind. Except now she thought about, Luke's fingers had
tightened about her hand and he was holding awfully still for
someone who was supposed to be asleep. Oh gosh, what if he wasn't?
Had he lain there and listened to everything Cade said, listened to
her protestations even as Cade's hand worked her into a
frenzy?

Cade's body slid down hers, his cock
rubbing playfully at the seam of her ass. She could feel him bare
and hard. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on keeping her
breathing normal. Lips pressed against the nape of her neck and she
gasped.

Without thinking, her hand slipped down
Luke's body, over his firm abs and between his legs, her fingers
wrapping around his hard cock. Oh, he was awake all right. He
clasped his hand over hers before she could move away.

As Cade increased his finger thrusting,
Luke began to move her hand rhythmically over his shaft, the speed
increasing as her moans did, now combined with Cade rubbing his
dick against her back, searching for his own release against her if
she didn't take him within her. She found her teeth grazing Luke's
shoulder, so careful not to break the skin, to not unwittingly
begin the mating bond.

Just as she started the ascent towards
climax, Cade's fingers disappeared.

"No," she mewled. "Don't
stop."

"I'm not stopping. Just doing something
different," Cade whispered in her ear. He rolled her onto her back
then slid down the bed. Fortunately, Luke chose that moment to stop
feigning sleep and rolled with her, keeping her hand wrapped around
his shaft. "Why don't you take her mouth, Luke, while I take her
sweet pussy," instructed Cade.

"My pleasure," came Luke's answer, his
mouth finding hers. His lips tugged at her lower lip, sucking,
nibbling, before his tongue slid in to mesh with hers.

"What are you...
oh!
" A hot mouth
settled over her pussy, an eager tongue lapping at her wet lips.
Yet the cock she held and pumped belonged to another man. Even more
surprising was that she wasn't pushing them away, that she didn't
want to. Instead she was lost in the exotic feeling of feeling
desired and excited.

Luke's mouth settled over hers again,
his hand turning her head towards him then brushing lower, over her
breasts and circling her nipples. She arched her back slightly,
Luke's fingers traced the curves of her cleavage before drawing up,
cupping one breast. His mouth traversed her skin and he sucked in
the nipple, his tongue teasing it.

Meanwhile, Cade's tongue made her
squirm as he found her clit, working it expertly until all her
nerves tingled. Grabbing Luke's hair she pulled his head back to
her, his lips capturing hers as she moaned into his
mouth.

Clara had a brief moment of wondering
if they were really enjoying sharing her when she felt Luke press
his hard cock into her side and she reached for it again, her
fingers curling around him. He pumped her hand languidly. Well, one
of them was definitely enjoying this.

She wanted more. Their mouths were
wonderful and talented and she had a burning urge to see if their
cocks were the same, if they could duel pleasure her while also
gaining their own release.

"I want to watch him fuck you,
Clara."

She blinked up at Luke.
"I..."

"Don't think about it. Just you and
him. I want to watch you." Luke's hand slid under her leg, drawing
her knee up. Cade repeated the action with her other leg and after
one last lave of his tongue, he crawled up her body, resting his
elbows either side of her.

"Clara?" Cade waited for her answer,
his cock rubbing against her inner thigh.

"Do it," she groaned, hating losing
their touch, even if it had only been mere seconds. "Oh, God, Cade,
do it!"

He slammed into her, causing her to cry
out on the first thrust. Over and over he shoved his cock deep
inside her, his mouth settling over her left breast, sucking her
nipple while Luke lay beside her, kissing her passionately as she
pumped his cock.

Concentrating, she squeezed her inner
muscles, clenching Cade tightly.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, "I'll blow if
you do that. You're so freaking tight."

"Turn me over," she demanded. "I want
you to take me from behind."

Cade lifted his head. "Are you sure,
sweetheart?"

She nodded quickly. "Yes and I want
Luke in my mouth," she added, for once surprising them into
silence.

"Are you sure?" Luke asked
again.

"Yes, damn it. Do I have to spell it
out? I want Cade to fuck me while I suck you." As soon as the words
were out of her mouth, Cade withdrew and flipped her over. Luke
edged up the bed, resting his back against the headboard. She
grasped his cock, smiling as he groaned, and held it still while
she wrapped her lips around the fat head, alternating licking and
sucking. Someone groaned. A hand slid between her thighs, nudging
them apart. Seconds later and Cade entered her, the penetration
deep and wonderfully satisfying at the new angle. His fingers
squeezed her hips as he held on while his groin ground against her
smooth cheeks.

She could barely concentrate on Luke's
cock as Cade plowed her from behind. Instead she allowed Luke to
guide her, his hand over hers as she shafted him, alternating her
hand movements with licks and sucks, sliding his cock deeper and
deeper into her mouth until he began to thrust shallowly, his other
hand wrapped in her hair.

The pleasure was enough to have her
whole body shaking and tingling. She closed her eyes, letting the
climax build, giving herself over to it as it surged within her.
The only warning she had of Luke joining her in orgasm was his
other hand grabbing her hair, holding onto her as he jerked in her
mouth, his come shooting. She swallowed it, delighting in the heady
taste of his pleasure.

Behind her, Cade roared and her men
held her as her orgasm exploded. She cried out, holding on to Luke
as Cade thrust harder, his body slamming against hers as he shot
into her. Her inner walls milked him mercilessly and when hands—she
didn't know from whom—caught her breasts and pinched her nipples,
she came again, the orgasm so swift and intense that they had to
hold her while she rode it, until she collapsed between
them.

"Damn, that was intense," groaned Luke,
his head falling back against the headboard with a thud. "Ouch," he
moaned, rubbing the back of his head.

Clara stretched between them while Cade
adjusted himself, flopping onto the bed. "I think my wolf just
passed out," he murmured.

For the first time in a long, long
time, Clara doubled over in laughter. She scrunched her knees up to
her chest and laughed and laughed.

"I hope you don't find it funny. The
next time I go furry, you'll have to drag my tired ass home," Cade
said, barely audible as she shoved her head into a
pillow.

By the time she'd stopped her laughing
fit, her men looked rested and she still had pains in her sides
from the effort of her mirth. Stifling a yawn, she pulled the
sheets up over her body and rolled onto her back, feeling very much
at peace between them. It wasn't just the sex, fabulous though it
was, it was the rightness of them all being together.

She had the feeling that if she woke up
with them either side of her every day, well, that would be just
fine. In fact, she couldn't imagine not having them with
her.

"You know what we should do today?"
Cade said.

"Um-hmm?"

"We should take Luke up to the lake.
Take a picnic, go for a swim, just have a nice easy day, chilling
out."

"I have to dig over the garden," Clara
protested. "I bought seeds already."

"You can't plant anything until it’s
cooler," Cade pointed out. "Unless you want your plants to wither.
Plus when was the last time you took a day off?" He peered at her
while she scrunched her face as she searched her mind. "See, you
can't remember."

"Fine," she agreed begrudgingly. "I
can't remember."

"What do you say, Luke?"

"Sounds great to me."

Cade swung his legs over the side of
the bed, stretched and rooted around the bedroom, unearthing his
clothing. "That's settled. Get dressed you lazy pair. We've got a
picnic to plan."