Spirits Shared (8 page)

Tekoa shuddered as pleasure whipped through
him. His hand moved in time to Clay's, the glide of soft foreskin
along the length of his cock exquisite and at the same time
unbearable.

Each stroke was like the beat of wings and
matching Clay's movements kept him both in his physical body and
hovering above it in a spirit-place where he was neither fully man
nor completely Thunderbird.

Lightning burned in his veins and flickered
through his cock. Clouds of lust massed in his chest and crashed
together in violent, rapid peals of thunder that served as his
heartbeat.

Tomorrow he would mate with her. Tomorrow it
would be him eating at her lips as his cock filled her and his hips
jerked in a timeless dance of procreation. Tomorrow he would be the
one to swallow her sounds of pleasure, to hear his name whispered
in her sultry voice.

His exhale was very nearly a pant. He arched
and struggled to avoid coming as his spirit-eyes watched Clay's
mouth leave Jessica's and kiss downward.

Her breasts were perfect, as beautiful as
the rest of her. Clay's lips captured one pink nipple and Tekoa
moaned, wanting to capture the other. Tomorrow they'd both pleasure
her. In perfect sync with one another, they'd suck at her breasts
then move to her pussy. Their lips and tongues would touch, sharing
the taste and texture, and finding pleasure in each other at the
same time they loved Jessica.

His balls pulled tight. White-hot shards of
sensation spiked through his cock in warning.

Sweat coated his body and if Jessica and
Clay weren't already lost to passion they'd hear his breathing.
They'd hear the creaking of the sofa and know he was jerking
off.

Clay kissed over her smooth belly. He
reached her pussy, his hands on her thighs, holding her splayed so
it was easy to see her swollen lower lips.

They were bare beneath a tiny triangle of
golden pubic hair, flushed, glistening with arousal, so tempting
that Tekoa didn't know how Clay withstood the urge to press his
mouth against her sweet, wet flesh and consume her.

Jessica's whispered
please
had Clay
lowering his face. Tomorrow, Tekoa promised himself. Tomorrow he'd
know her taste, he'd fill her channel with his cock. Tomorrow she'd
become his mate.

Pleasure engulfed Jessica. She should be
ashamed, embarrassed, reluctant, but as Clay's tongue swirled over
her clit, all she felt was a hot blaze in her pussy.

Her hands fisted in his hair. Her hips
bucked, driving her clit deeper into his mouth, trying to entice
him to suck.

She needed to stay quiet. She fought to stay
quiet. But at the same time, Tekoa's presence made her more
aroused.

Clay's tongue stroked and rubbed
aggressively. He growled against her flesh and finally, finally
sucked.

A cry escaped. Then another.

She panted. Whimpered.

She tried to get it under control but he
wouldn't let her. He never did. He wouldn't stop until she came.
Fair's fair, babe
, he'd told her more than once.
You know
how much I like it when you suck my cock.

She did. When he wasn't away on a trip she'd
take him into her mouth almost every day, sometimes twice or three
times a day. It was an incredible high knowing she could give him
so much pleasure. It made her feel powerful and feminine, adored
and completely loved. And Clay always gave as good as he got.

Her hips jerked as his tongue flicked back
and forth over the bare head of her clit. It was like a small
penis, something she'd thought before but never dwelled on. It
hadn't seemed important then. But now…

Erotic pictures played out against the back
of her eyelids. Of Clay and Tekoa touching each other's cocks. Of
Tekoa standing behind Clay and holding Clay's cock in his hand
while she sucked and licked until Clay was completely helpless
between them, of Clay doing the same as she pleasured Tekoa.

"No," she whispered, not ready to take that
next step, but her channel clenched viciously and her hips lifted
off the mattress screaming
yes, yes, yes
.

Clay became savage, as if he sensed what
she'd been thinking and wanted to sear the erotic images into her
mind. She fought against orgasm but she'd long ago relinquished
control of her body to him. It wouldn't be denied. He wouldn't be
denied.

Heat rampaged, gathered in her pussy and
burst so there was no silencing a cry of release.

Clay crawled up her body. Took her hands in
his, weaving their fingers together.

His lips were wet from pleasuring her. His
expression flicked between dominant, tender, dominant.

Pressing the backs of her hands to the
mattress, he said, "Christ, Jess. I love you so much it hurts."

He shoved his cock into her with a quick,
hard thrust and that's all it took to make her desperate, needy,
ready for him all over again. She locked her legs around his waist.
"I love you too. It'd kill me to lose you."

"I'm here. You know I'd never willingly
leave."

Clay covered her mouth with his. He couldn't
hold back now. Lust and need clawed at him, drove his cock in and
out of her tight channel in an unrelenting pistoning of hips.

The bed shook under the force of it. She
whimpered and tightened her legs around him as though she was
afraid he'd leave her pussy. Not a chance.

He wasn't going to stop fucking her until he
passed out and even then he'd pin her lower body to the bed with
his dick and stay inside her. Jesus she did it for him. She'd
always done it for him.

"Come for me, Jess," he said, pressing his
mouth to her ear and ensuring her obedience with the thrust of his
tongue.

She clenched on him and fire raced up his
spine. He panted and groaned and managed to hold out until Jessica
cried out beneath him and freed him of restraint.

He pistoned harder, faster and she trembled
and clung. Fuck he loved her.

He came with a shout. There was no holding
it in.

Wave after wave of fiery ecstasy pulsed
through his shaft. He thought he heard an echoing shout from Tekoa,
but he couldn't turn his head away from Jess to look. He couldn't
do anything other than wallow in pleasure.

They were safe. They were together. They
were so close to having it all. And that made his cock greedy.

It filled and he took her again. And again.
And again. Whispered words of love and need throughout the night,
told her repeatedly that he would never willingly leave her. And
when a final orgasm pushed her into an exhausted sleep, he snagged
the sheet and jerked it up and over them, for her sake.

Jess would have enough to face in the
morning. She was comfortable with her body, at least around him.
But she'd feel awkward, embarrassed if she woke up naked and
exposed with Tekoa in the room.

Clay rubbed his cheek against her silky
hair. One of the things he loved about Jess was her innate honesty,
not just with other people but with herself. She wouldn't claim
he'd seduced or caught her in a weak moment. She wouldn't scream or
rage or blame him for taking her with Tekoa in the room. She
wouldn't pretend it hadn't happened or that it didn't change
anything.

She was strong enough that if she hadn't
wanted and accepted what was going to happen, she wouldn't have
gotten into bed. She'd have curled up on a chair or crashed on the
floor in front of the fireplace.

Yeah, she'd probably be a little shy around
Tekoa in the morning. But that was going to be Tekoa's problem and
he was one hundred percent certain Tekoa could handle the
situation.

He'd still leave, give Tekoa some operating
room. And besides, Jess deserved to have all of Tekoa's attention.
But damn, he wished he could stick around and watch as she and
Tekoa made love.

And it would be love. No surprise there
given how fast he'd fallen after walking into the bookstore and
spotting Jess.

He'd caught the looks Tekoa sent her way.
Read the truth there, that the sheriff wanted a hell of a lot more
than casual sex.

Clay grinned. He'd never imagined being
shackled to a law-and-order type. But he'd never failed to
recognize and grasp the brass ring.

Things were going to change permanently for
all of them. There'd be no going back for any of them.

It didn't mean they were home free. He and
Tekoa would have to be careful not to do anything Jess wasn't ready
for. They'd have to make sure she never, ever thought they were
fucking her so they could do each other. They might have to wait
for Jess to say or do something to let them know she
wanted
to watch them together sexually.

Clay pressed a kiss to her forehead and
curled around her, smiling. If the situation didn't evolve
naturally to the place where he and Tekoa were finally fucking,
she'd ask why not. She wasn't afraid of the hard questions and he
wasn't afraid to tell her the truth.

Hell, now that the brass ring was almost in
their hands, he and Tekoa could put off kissing if that's what it
took for her to feel completely secure. She was worth suffering for
because life without her would be bleak.

"I love you, babe," he said, aware of Tekoa
up and moving around but too drowsy and comfortable to roll away
from Jess.

Tekoa padded silently to the bathroom then
slipped into the shower. Was it the drink he'd passed on to Clay
and Jessica that had given them the stamina for a long night of
lovemaking? Or maybe this was normal for them?

They were going to kill him with pleasure if
the latter was true. Jerking off in the same room with his two
mates was better than the intercourse he'd had to date. Not that he
wanted to make a habit of substituting his hand for the real
thing.

He turned on the shower and hot water struck
his chest and stomach and cock. Lathering his hands, he made a
purely functional pass over his balls and along his shaft.

His mates.

The wry smile returned. When Clay was
unknown and unconscious it'd been easy to think of him in those
terms. But now the word
partner
was a better fit.

Clay's personality was too big, his attitude
too dominant to be anything other than an equal. Not that Jessica
was less, she was everything. She was the one who would hold them
all together.

This reality was so different than the one
he'd anticipated when Jess passed between the totem poles and drew
his Thunderbird spirit home.

He closed his eyes and tilted his face
upward. Rubbed a hand against his heart, massaging away a sudden
tightness. They had a life elsewhere. They weren't free spirits
looking for a place to relocate.

If he couldn't convince them to stay, to
make their home here…

The thought of leaving brought a
knife-strike of pain.

He pressed his fingertips to his heart,
fought pain with pain, fear with the belief that it would work out,
that they wouldn't have been chosen as his mates otherwise.

He rinsed, left the shower and towel-dried,
then silently moved to the bed. Clay's chest was pressed to
Jessica's back. His arm was draped possessively over her side.

In the firelight their faces were chiseled
perfection. Clay's strong, as fiercely masculine in sleep as he was
awake, while Jessica's was exquisitely feminine, vulnerable.

They were both beautiful. Breathtaking.

He lightly stroked Jessica's cheek and her
smile swelled his heart. He cupped Clay's upper arm and the hard
strength beneath his palm sent a shot of pleasure straight to his
dick.

Jessica first. Then later, when they were
sure she accepted it fully, he and Clay would become lovers.

* * * * *

Jessica woke with Clay's warm chest
plastered against her back and his hard cock cushioned by her
buttocks. Above them rain pounded against the roof in a steady beat
but it didn't outpace the sudden racing of her heart.

Heat rushed into her face. And that heat was
followed by a hotter rush of it to her pussy.

They'd had sex with Tekoa listening,
probably watching.

She pressed her thighs together but that
made her more aware of swollen lower lips and slick arousal. She'd
known what would happen when she got into bed. And she didn't
regret it. She just had to face it.

Thunder rolled above them. She turned toward
Clay and opened her eyes.

Tekoa was standing in the space that served
as his office, engrossed in something either on his computer or on
his desk. He was in jeans and a navy blue flannel shirt with black
stripes, his feet bare, dark against the pale blue of a small area
rug.

His hair was braided and it was too easy to
imagine undoing the braid and combing her fingers through long
strands of black hair. To imagine that hair draped over her thighs
as he put his mouth on her pussy.

Even in profile he called to her with his
innate strength. He was a man who could be trusted, counted on. He
was a man whose protective nature and sense of duty had led him to
become a sheriff.

Liquid heat swirled in her stomach then
dipped between thighs so she grew more flushed and needy. She had a
choice to make today.

No, she'd already made that choice. She'd
made it last night when she'd gotten in bed knowing they'd make
love with Tekoa in the room.

She needed to find out if she could handle
sharing Clay. Everything had changed and nothing had changed.

Despite how attracted she was to Tekoa,
despite how much she liked him and how natural it felt to be with
him, Clay was enough for her, but
she
wasn't enough for
Clay.

She rubbed her thumb over the smooth band of
the engagement ring. She still wanted the promise of a
happy-ever-after, but he couldn't guarantee it. No one could.

Clay woke. Blue eyes met hers and asked,
Regrets?