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  Johnny answered instead. “Hell yeah, she’s gonna stay. We’ve got her interest piqued, and she won’t be able to stay away until we satisfy her. Until we satisfy her nice and long and hard. Until she is completely satisfied.” Johnny was sporting a mischievous grin. “Y’all know what I’m saying?”

  “You think? To the…you think we should take her to the…” Jeremiah’s eyes had lit up, and both he and Johnny were nodding at each other in agreement.

  “It might be a little too soon for that,” James said. He didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them dashed again because they tried to do too much too soon. Despite Marina’s willingness the night before, a bare-handed spanking was a long way away from the sexual proclivities he and his brothers shared. The night before was just a morsel, a tasty sampling, a finger in the frosting, compared to what he could do for Marina. But he knew from past experience to never rush a woman into what she wasn’t sure she wanted.

  “I don’t know,” Jeremiah said. “You two couldn’t hear me last night in the back, but she was getting real hot and bothered just from me talking to her. She could be more willing than we realize.”

  James could see the wheels turning in his brother’s mind. “What are you thinking, Jeremiah?”

  “I’m thinking that tonight we stay in here and introduce Marina to the world of ménage. And if she takes that well…”

  “What?” Johnny asked, anxious. “If she takes that well what?”

  “Then the next night we take her to the yurt.”

  Both Johnny and James froze, and James felt a thrill but also ice shoot through his blood. “That’s a big jump. Are you sure?” James locked eyes with his brother. “We can’t have doubts. We can’t risk losing her.”

  Jeremiah nodded. “I’m sure, James.”

  He knew Jeremiah had been right about Marina so far. He’d known she would come with them after only five minutes. He’d known she was special, and he seemed so confident now.

  But still. They usually waited months before showing the yurt to anyone, and Jeremiah wanted to take Marina there two days after meeting her? The thought made James uneasy. The last thing he wanted was to scare her. He didn’t want her to take one look at the yurt and then split, calling them freaks and perverts without a backward glance. That had happened a couple of times. And as James recalled, it wasn’t much fun.

  “This woman was made for us,” Jeremiah said, his voice and his gaze steady. “She’ll be ready, James. Trust me.”

  James frowned but forced himself to take a deep breath and then nodded. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” Johnny asked. “Really? Okay?”

  “Yes.” He took another breath and felt better. “Yes. Tonight, ménage. Tomorrow, the yurt.”

  Chapter Six

  “What’s wrong with the sink?” Marina asked, sipping a cup of coffee and tossing an old pair of socks across the kitchen for Roy to fetch. Roy bounded after the socks, ears flopping wildly, and then pranced back to Marina, his tail sticking straight up behind him. When he dropped the socks in Marina’s lap, she leaned over and scratched him behind the ears. “That’s a good boy, Roy. You are such a good boy.”

  “Nothing, just insulating,” James answered. He was under the sink, messing with the pipes, still in his long john pajamas, and Marina had quite a delectable view of his bulge. She ogled freely as she sipped her coffee.

  “Aw, what a tender picture.” Johnny’s voice came from the bedroom door. Marina jumped, startled by the interruption. She cut her eyes away from the tasty sight under the sink to the equally tasty sight of Johnny’s form filling the doorway. “I would love to satisfy that kinky gleam in your eye, my honey sweet”—she rolled her eyes at his over-the-top, romantic nickname—“but I’m trying to find my socks. Have either of you seen them?”

  “Oh shit,” she whispered, glancing down at James. He grinned up at her with a knowing look. She knew exactly where those socks were, and she didn’t think Johnny would be too happy to discover their current location. When she peeked over at him, however, her attention went from the socks to a pair of jeans.

  Because that particular pair of tight, damp jeans was the only thing covering Johnny’s god-like body. The button was undone, the zipper half closed, and a dark patch of hair showed at the top. Marina’s mouth fell open, and she couldn’t look away. He had so much muscle. His chest and his shoulders and his stomach—everything was defined and contoured. She experienced the strongest urge to reach out and run her fingers across the planes and lines of his muscles. And then she would move her fingers to that dark patch of hair, and she would reach further, and she would feel his cock stirring at her touch.

  “Marina! Hello!” Johnny called, waving his hand at her. She blinked a couple times, and he shot her a wicked grin. “Try to rip your eyes away for one second, sweetheart. I know it’s hard.”

  “Apparently.” She shot a pointed look at his quickly growing bulge. She couldn’t say anything else, afraid her voice would tremble with her sudden, burning need.

  “Well?” he asked. “Have either of you seen the socks?”

  “So, um, Johnny, when were you planning on shaving all that fur off your face?” She hopped off the kitchen table’s bench and sauntered toward him, hoping to distract him.

  “What? You didn’t like it when Jeremiah was feasting on your pussy last night?”

  Her steps faltered. Marina wasn’t easily shocked when it came to bedroom talk, but damn, these boys kept springing it on her at the most unexpected moments. And to be honest, she had liked it when Jeremiah feasted on her pussy. His beard had tickled at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs as his mouth worked on her pussy lips, but she wasn’t going to admit that now. She couldn’t possibly.

  “Come on, Marina. I was there. I saw you squirming. Admit it. You liked it, and more than a little if your moans were any way to judge.”

  “Stop it.”

  “Why? Am I getting you all flustered?” He smiled wide, his teeth showing through his reddish-brown beard, and then yanked her toward him, his mouth covering up hers in a teasing, dizzying kiss. His lips moved to her chin and then moved down her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it apart and then darted his lips to one of her breasts. She squealed as his teeth gripped a nipple but also clutched him, holding him steady while letting her head fall back in enjoyment. He nibbled with purpose, sending wild thrills through her whole body with just his teeth. She could feel the hair on his chin scratching her sensitive flesh, and her toes curled.

  “Admit it, Marina,” he said, breaking away. “You like the beards.”

  “Don’t stop,” she said, pouting and trying to shove his head back down.

  “Not until you admit how much you like my beard.”

  “You’re so vain, Johnny Greenwood. You’re just fishing for a compliment.”

  “Admit it.”

  “No.”

  He put his thumbs to her nipples and exerted pressure but didn’t do anything else. “Admit it.”

  She whimpered, but she saw in his eyes that he wasn’t going to budge. “Fine. I love your beards on my skin. It’s fucking sexy as hell, okay?”

  “I knew it.” He pulled her close, lifting her off the floor so that the whole front of his body was against hers. “It’s a good thing I didn’t shave mine off this morning. Just gave it a trim. Pretty handsome, don’t you think?” She giggled as he pressed kisses all over her, making sure to tickle her face and her neck as he did. Grasping her hips, he lifted her off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around him. She could see James’s eyes following their movements, a predatory look burning in his gaze.

  “Anyways,” Johnny said with a deep breath, setting her down on the counter. He got a mug and began pouring himself a cup of coffee, nibbling on her breast through her shirt as he did. “Have either of you seen my socks? I put them on the edge of the bed before I got in the—” At that moment, Roy, who’d moved to the corner of the kitchen, let out a loud growl. Then the sound of ripping
fabric filled the room. “Shower,” Johnny finished, looking at the dog.

  He put his coffee cup down, walked across the small kitchen, bent over, and wrestled the shredded socks from Roy’s mouth. He stared at them for a moment, and then his eyes slowly made their way to Marina’s face.

  “Oh look! Is that them?” She offered a shaky smile.

  Johnny nodded, slow and deliberate.

  “Yay,” Marina said, clapping once. Twice. And then her hands fell to her side. “You found them.”

  “That was my favorite pair!” Johnny threw the ruined socks across the kitchen with a war cry and bounded across the short distance toward her. She shrieked, jumped off the counter, and tried to run away, but James was right behind her. He caught her with a mischievous grin, and Marina screamed and squirmed.

  “Thanks, bro,” Johnny said. Taking one of her elbows each, the two of them dragged her to the bedroom, Roy yapping and nipping at the two brothers along the way.

  “Sorry, Roy,” Johnny said as he kicked the door closed. “Humans and bear-shifters only. No dogs allowed.”

  With that, he and James grabbed an arm and a leg each and tossed her on the bed.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she squealed, trying to scramble away.

  Johnny grabbed her ankles. “Oh, no you don’t. That was my lucky pair. You will never escape!”

  “They had stains and holes in them! Big holes. How was I supposed to know they were your lucky pair?” She let out a loud squeal when Johnny teasingly pinched the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. “Don’t, don’t!” She giggled and screamed while also trying to squirm away from his relentless, pinching fingers.

  Johnny swung one leg over her waist so that he was on his knees, straddling her on the bed. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the softness of her stomach. Need cracked through her body as her laughter morphed into excited panting.

  “Johnny,” she whispered, looking up into his black eyes, infusing his name with all the yearning she felt for him. The dimples in his cheeks diminished but didn’t altogether disappear as his wide smile dissolved into a look of pure lust. He leaned in close, pressing his lips to hers. She watched him as he kissed her, taking in the freckles on his lightly tanned skin. His eyelashes and his brows were darker than his reddish-brown hair. She put her hand in his curls, grabbing hold as he deepened the kiss and pressed his body harder into hers.

  He pulled up and Marina followed, not wanting to surrender the feel of his lips on hers. Grabbing her around the ribcage, he rolled them over so that she was on top.

  She grinned. “I like this.”

  From behind her, James put his hands on her shoulders and then tugged her shirt off. He pressed a kiss to the top of one bared shoulder and then the other.

  “Marina?” James asked, putting his lips to the back of her neck.

  “Yes?”

  “Have you ever been with two men at once?”

  “No,” she croaked out, embarrassed.

  “Well, how do you feel about it? Are you interested in that?”

  Marina bit her bottom lip. “I don’t—” Something stopped her. She thought about all the crap she had been giving her sister, about how she’d practically called her a pervert and how she’d accused her of being crazy for getting engaged to three different men. And now here she was atop one man with another at her back and a third on her mind. And deep down, she knew that if Jeremiah walked in at that moment, she’d be perfectly okay with him joining in, too.

  Well, at least now she understood how Michelle could be with three men. She felt damn sexy with two men surrounding her. She couldn’t imagine the bliss of three.

  Regret washed through her for an instant, and she wished she hadn’t been so derogatory toward Michelle. She wished she would have at least tried listening to her sister.

  Johnny’s hands ceased their motion, and James took his lips away from her neck. “Marina?” Johnny asked.

  “I…” She closed her eyes, willing the words to spill out, willing her mind to let them go free. “I am interested,” she whispered. “I want you…this. I want to at least try this.” As she admitted it, her pussy pulsed. Its craving moved deeper and further through her body. She knew this meant something different to them, but at the moment, she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel them. She wanted them inside her.

  Johnny growled underneath her, lifting his hips so that she fell forward, her hands landing on either side of his face. Their noses were almost touching, and her dark hair fell around them. “You are a beautiful woman, Marina. James and I both want you. We want to take you. Together.”

  Marina bit her bottom lip and then nodded. “Okay.” Damn, she was trembling like crazy. They still had clothing on, and her legs, her arms, her whole body felt weak. She knew they could feel her trembling, but she couldn’t stop it. Her need was too great.

  James’s fingers grazed across the skin of her back as he undid the clasp to her bra. Her breasts fell free, and Johnny reached up to hold them. “They’ve got a nice weight to them, sweetheart.” He leaned up and put his face between them. His beard scratched at her skin, and pleasure snapped through her body. Her legs tightened around him.

  “Help me with my pants,” he said, speaking into her flesh. Quickly they worked together, stripping each other of clothing as quickly as possible until all three of them were naked and in the bed. Marina sat on Johnny’s stomach, and James knelt next to them.

  “Y’all have condoms?” she asked.

  A tightness passed through Johnny’s eyes, but then he nodded. James grabbed them out of a drawer next to the bed. Marina put one on Johnny and saw James putting one on.

  “Okay,” she said after they had finished.

  “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

  She bit her bottom lip. “I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this.”

  “You don’t have to worry. We’re gonna give you everything you want.”

  She nodded. After a moment, though, she said, “But what if I mess up?”

  Johnny smiled, and it was warm and reassuring. He reached a hand up to her face. “You’re beautiful, and no matter what you do, you can’t mess this up. You being here right now is perfection.”

  She sucked in a deep breath as Johnny moved his hand down her body. He let his fingers linger on her breasts, massaging and flicking, and then he trailed his fingers further down her body. When he reached her pussy, he put his thumb heavily on her clit and began stroking in lazy circles. “We can take this nice and slow if you want.”

  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she lifted her hips up and positioned her entrance against the tip of his cock. As his tip tickled against her hot, sensitive flesh, a blast of aching desire washed through her body. She moved down, letting his cock sink up into her plush depths. She heard a whimper fall out of her lips, and James pressed a kiss on the back of her shoulder.

  “You okay, Marina?”

  “He’s so big,” she whispered, scratching at Johnny’s chest with her nails. “It’s hard to think.” She swallowed, willing herself to concentrate. “I just want to move.”

  “Hold on a little longer. I’m going to get behind you.”

  She nodded but couldn’t ignore the fear in her heart. Her stomach was coiled and tangled, and she was afraid of what was about to happen, yet she didn’t have the strength to say no. She wanted her ass filled. She hadn’t known that was what she wanted, but now that the moment was here, she knew that it hadn’t been fear or disgust ripping through her veins at the thought. It had been excitement. Her whole body throbbed to the beating of her heart. Her veins were full of blood, and each pulse rippled through her.

  “I’ve got to get you ready to take me.” Something cool trickled between her cheeks. “I’ve got to get you all slicked up back here,” James whispered. His lips brushed her neck. “I’m putting my fingers in.”

  Marina exhaled sharply as the promised digits slid into her ass. She clenched her cheeks.

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nbsp; “Relax. Breathe. You’re okay.” She was panting, her mind overwhelmed by the cock in her pussy and the fingers in her ass.

  She shook her head. “I can’t…I can’t think.”

  James chuckled. “You don’t have to think. Just breathe, Marina.” His fingers moved inside her, circling around the inner edges of her ass. “Focus on your cunt. Squeeze around Johnny instead of me.”

  Determined to work through her fear, she nodded and tried to do what he suggested.

  “I’m going to start stroking. Try to pulse in time with my fingers.”

  He pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in.

  “You’re beautiful,” Johnny whispered from beneath her, locking eyes. His thumb on her clit pressed harder, and her pussy reacted. She clenched around him and then gasped. A smile curled through her lips.

  “That was…oh my god, that was…”

  “Let’s do it again,” Johnny said.

  James stroked her ass, Johnny tickled her clit, and Marina clenched around him. Her eyes squeezed closed as pleasure sent its tight coil whipping through her body. “I have to move,” she said, desperate for the friction of Johnny’s cock inside her.

  “Not yet,” Johnny said, grasping her hips. “James, she’s ready.”

  “She’s still too tight back here.”

  “No, she’s ready.”

  Marina was breathing heavily. “Yes, James, I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded, and James pulled his fingers out of her. She heard him moving and rustling behind her. More lube was applied liberally to her ass, and then she heard James putting some on himself. “This isn’t going to be easy, Marina, but we’ll get through it, and then you’ll see how much we have to give you.”

  “Come on,” she urged.

  The tip of James’s cock pushed between her cheeks. She felt it nudge her back hole, and then its pressing became more insistent. She whimpered as her ass refused to open to James’s cock. Her muscles were tight and unused to such stretching, but James didn’t relent. He kept pushing through.