Doubly Protected [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

When Maelor grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head he almost laughed at her fierce protests, but it was a good move. Now he could concentrate better on making their love-making all about her. He wanted this orgasm to be the best one she’d ever had.

Dylan gripped her hips, driving his cock deep inside her, then letting it glide back out until only his head was in her delicious heat. Keeping in rhythm with Maelor, he did it again and again, gradually moving faster, until Maelor didn’t need to hold her hands any more, and she was panting and groaning between them evidently very close to coming.

Dylan caught Maelor’s gaze and they waited almost out of her for a full heartbeat, then drove in with everything they had to offer her. Hawthorne went to scream but Maelor covered her mouth with his, capturing her yell, and Dylan bit the edge of her ear, hoping to send her over the cliff into pleasure. Her ass gripped his cock even tighter as her body shook between them His own control was at an end. He filled his condom with surge after surge of release, before resting on her back, kissing along her neck and shoulders, and whispering from the depths of his being, “I love you, Hawthorne, I truly do.”

* * * *

Hawthorne patted Maelor after he rolled them all onto their sides. She wiggled, enjoying the feeling of two cocks still inside her despite the maneuver. “I’m sorry you almost fell out of bed, but that was quite a fun way to be woken up. It certainly puts a spark in my morning. If it is still morning that is.”

She twisted around trying to see out the window, to gauge the height of the sun, but Dylan had insisted the drapes were closed tightly, even though the chance of someone climbing up to the seventh floor to look in her window was right around zero.

“Whatever time it is, Maelor and I probably should go to work. Damn, I’m hungry though.”

“Did you two ever get to eat last night?” asked Hawthorne, guiltily thinking of the tacos she’d enjoyed even though she was worried about Sophie and Jackson Hamilton.

“Yeah when Andreas closed the fitness center he took pity on us and picked us all up a burger each from Sam’s. But I’d have preferred to spend the time with you,” said Dylan.

“Me, too. And it seems a hell of a long time ago, now. Maybe we can grab some breakfast as well as a shower before starting work. Although I think it’s pretty late.”

“I’ll cook. You two shower. I can do that after you’ve left.” Hawthorne crawled off the bed and put her sleep clothes back on before heading out into the living area of the apartment. It had a rather basic kitchen, but she had ham, and eggs, and bread for toast, so that would have to do for now.

The clock on the microwave was saying it was after three. Hawthorne blinked and thought it had to be wrong, but when she counted back the hours, likely it was right. It was properly after eight when they’d gone to bed. But wow. The day was almost gone and she had a mountain of things to do. Including changing her hair color. Although she wasn’t supposed to leave the professional suites anymore. But maybe Helena would dye her hair and Willow’s in the First Aid room as she’d done the last time.

Being stuck in the professional suites area was going to be a real nuisance. She hated the feeling of being confined and restricted. But poor Sophie had already suffered because she’d been seen. She couldn’t risk her friends getting hurt again.

Hawthorne flipped eggs and bacon in the pan, making the bacon into crispy strips and the eggs golden brown. When they were done she set them on the counter and fried some bread in the pan so it absorbed the bacon-and-egg flavor. She didn’t know if the men would like that, but she certainly did.

The coffee was bubbling when Maelor and Dylan arrived, their hair still wet from their showers, and dressed in yesterday’s clothing, but still looking as yummy as ever.

“Promise you won’t leave the professional suites, Hawthorne,” said Maelor holding her gaze.

“I promise. I couldn’t bear it if anyone else got hurt. It’s bad enough Sophie was injured because of me.”

“It wasn’t because of you. You didn’t bash her, Hamilton did. He’s the bad guy. You’re a victim the same as Sophie,” added Dylan.

“Well, you know what I mean. I won’t go anywhere I might be seen.”

“Thank you. I worry about you.” Maelor kissed her and so did Dylan. They rattled the door after they left, checking it was locked. Hawthorne shook her head. They were sweet. If only she knew what was driving Bailey’s brother. Maybe she could work out what the problem was. Likely it wasn’t even about her at all.

She tidied the counter, then had her shower, washing her hair and groaning at how much red was showing through the brown dye.

She sat on the bed and called her sister.

“Ah you’re awake. Do you want to do some more work today or not?” asked Willow.

“I don’t think I could concentrate on the werewolf family trees today. But I do need to get my hair colored again.”

“Yes, I do, too. I talked to Helena from the beauty parlor and she said she was happy to do what she did last time, come around to the First Aid room after her last client leaves today. I just need to check with Nurse Eilidh if that’s all right.”

“Why don’t I do that and I can ask about how Sophie is as well. Can you bring all the notes we made last night when you come here? Maybe reading through them again will help us make some connections to solve the riddle of what Bailey’s brother wants.”

“Okay. It’ll take me a few minutes. I’ll do our secret knock on the door when I arrive.”

Hawthorne laughed. She and her sister’s “secret” knock had to be about the most common secret knock in the world.

But by the time Willow arrived a few minutes later, accompanied by Cadfael, she was feeling happy again. Sophie was well, with no lingering headache, and Eilidh was happy for them to use her First Aid room again as their personal beauty parlor.

Hawthorne assumed Cadfael had just escorted Willow down from the tenth floor to the apartment on the seventh, to watch over her, but he said to her, “I’ve had a report back about the wolf you saw. Or, more precisely, a nonreport.”

“As in, no one knows anything about him?”

“Yes. No nearby pack has reported anyone missing or anyone with a taste for traveling to the park to go running. So either he’s from much farther away, or else he’s a lone wolf,” said Cadfael.

“Yeah, I see what you mean about a nonreport. I guess it’s good that he hasn’t been kidnapped from a pack nearby. But if he’s missing from a distant pack that could be much harder to trace.”

“I’ve asked about any missing wolves. We’ll just have to wait for more information. Willow, if you want to go anywhere, call me, please.” Cadfael kissed her sister then left.

They spread out all their notes from the previous night, shuffling around various pieces of information, hoping something would form a link, but without any success. Hawthorne was relieved when her cell phone rang. It was quite dispiriting to be getting nowhere when logic said there had to be a link that she just wasn’t seeing.

“Hawthorne? It’s Marbella. Dylan said you were sad you wouldn’t be able to come to Zumba until a few issues were sorted out again. Maelor pointed out that he wasn’t the least bit sad, personally, but since you were, and you’re important to them, they asked if I could do a private Zumba class for you. I think the sixth-floor conference room should be okay. If the men move that big table to one side of the room and we stack all the chairs on top of the table there’ll be plenty of space for half a dozen people, and that room has a good floor. Not an aerobic floor, you understand, but a good quality one we can dance on.”

“Marbella, that’d be awesome. I was really going to miss Zumba.”

“Those men do love you, Hawthorne. You should grab them fast. Maelor’s face was a treat. He hates Zumba, but for you, he’ll be involved. Nine tonight, okay? And please have the furniture moved already so we can get started promptly.”

“Thank you, Marbella, I’ll make sure we’re all ready.”

“That table is very big and it’s solid wood so it’ll be heavy. I think we’ll join you. She said half a dozen people, and I’ll enjoy a Zumba class,” said Willow.

“But will Rhion and Cadfael enjoy it?” teased Hawthorne.

“We’ll cook them a nice meal to eat first and soften them up a bit. But it can’t be too late. We need to be sure they’ve digested it a bit before the class starts. So let’s cook for seven, and then shift the furniture at say, eight thirty,” suggested Willow.

“Deal.”

* * * *

Maelor hated to admit it, but he actually enjoyed the private Zumba class with just Hawthorne, Willow, Cadfael, Rhion, Dylan, and himself. It was easier to follow Marbella’s instructions with fewer people between her and him, and he’d remembered some of the basic steps from the previous time so his actions flowed better. Which wasn’t to say he was planning on taking it up as a permanent sport, but maybe it wouldn’t kill him to go to classes until Hawthorne was free to attend the fitness center again.

Even rearranging the heavy conference table was easy with three other men to help lift it and Hawthorne’s eagle eye to say exactly where each chair needed to be put.

But best of all was when they were all back in Dylan’s apartment and he pulled her sweaty clothing off her and pushed her into the shower. He kicked his shoes off, but was still wearing his shorts and a wifebeater as her held her under the water, and watched it paint trails through her sweaty hair and down her back.

Dylan stopped to get undressed, and he also bought a couple of condoms with him, which he placed on the soap rack. Maelor really appreciated having Dylan as a partner. The man was quite different from him, but they understood each other so well, and worked as a team very smoothly.

Maelor gripped the insides of Hawthorne’s thighs, one in each hand, spreading her legs wide until Dylan pushed between her legs and began washing her most delicate skin. Then Maelor grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squeezed some on her breasts. Hawthorne smiled and rested her head back on his shoulder so he could massage the bubbly soap over her shoulders and breasts. He picked up her two round globes in his hands and teased her nipples.

“Nice,” she murmured.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Oh, together you both make a mighty devastating team.”

Maelor pressed kisses to her soapy shoulder. That was exactly how he felt, too. But the key was her. Without Hawthorne they were nothing. She was what made them into a triad, a threesome, a family.

When she began pushing her hips into Dylan’s face they stopped and Maelor held her still while Dylan rolled a condom over his shaft. Maelor suddenly had an idea. He made a hand signal to Dylan who nodded, so Maelor picked her up and flipped Hawthorne upside down, holding her body so Dylan could slam into her cunt while she was upside down. She worked out very quickly to lock her legs over Dylan’s shoulders, and then Maelor moved hard against her so he could hold her head up against himself and she could breathe properly.

“Holy shit, whatever are you doing?” Hawthorne gasped.

“Penetration. Like this Dylan can get deeper inside you than ever before.”

Maelor supported Hawthorne’s body as Dylan rose on his toes then drove down into Hawthorne over and over again.

Hawthorne was whimpering and mumbling, her fingernails digging deep into Maelor’s arms as he supported part of her weight.

“Oh my fucking—shit!”

Maelor grinned as Hawthorne’s eyes closed and her breathing became heavy. Once he was certain both she and Dylan had come, he pulled her gently upright. She loosened her legs and slid down between them to stand, puffing hard, on the base of the shower. “Momma Mia,” she whispered.

“That good, huh?” teased Dylan.

They soaped and rinsed her again, and then Dylan lifted her out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel while Maelor took off the rest of his clothes and washed himself. When he stepped out of the shower, Hawthorne pushed him to sit on the side of the tub.

“I have some unfinished business to take care of.”

With that, she sucked his dick deep in her mouth, wiggling really close to his body but tipping her head right back.

This time it was him gripping her shoulders as she did it again, and then licked up and down his shaft while rolling his balls.

She teased the ridge where his cockhead joined the shaft. She nibbled the flesh on the side of his erection, and then just as his eyes were crossing with need, she swallowed him down again. Faster than he would have ever imagined his cock was pumping its seed into her mouth as his cum rose up from what seemed like his toes he came so hard.

She licked his head clean then kissed him, sharing his flavor with him. Damn, that was sexy. “Maybe Zumba isn’t so bad after all,” he said.

* * * *

The next day Hawthorne and Willow received text messages from the realtor saying he had a serious offer for their house and they needed to sign the papers.

Hawthorne jumped up and pumped the air with her fist. “Woo-hoo! That didn’t take too long.” But then her brain kicked into gear. Had someone really offered for the house, or was this another gambit by Jackson Hamilton to kidnap her and perhaps Willow as well? How could they know if this was a genuine offer? The buyer’s name would be on the paperwork, but Jackson could easily have asked one of his friends to pretend to buy the house for him. A name meant nothing really. Sometimes buyers didn’t even need to actually have the deposit. They just had to provide a paper from a lending institution or a bank saying they could get the money.

Hawthorne dropped back into her chair and thought. Could the paperwork be couriered to her and Willow? The cost would be worth it to ensure their safety. Someone would be required to witness their signature, but likely a whole range of people could be their witness. It wouldn’t really need to be the realtor himself. Or would it?

Dammit, this was more complicated than she’d originally thought. Hawthorne sat down with the laptop the mall had loaned her when she first arrived, and which she thought of as “hers” now, and started researching the rules about selling property. But it seemed the more she searched the more complicated it got. There were cases of people who’d gone on vacation for a few weeks and had returned home to find their house sold while they were away, by people who claimed the property was vacant. The true owners then had to fight damn hard to prove their rights to their own home full of their possessions, whereas other properties sat empty and unused for years because the owner had died and the true heirs were unable to be identified.