Stretching the Rules (3 page)

“I love how you think, too.” Liv kissed Jonah lazily, hand sliding on Hank’s belly.

Hank adored how both of them thought, but it was time to go home and start their long weekend. So he put on his pants. They had a bit of a drive ahead of them.

The smell of bacon woke Olivia, and she stretched, purring deep in her chest. Oh, she loved that, waking up naked and sore with breakfast cooking.

Loved it.

Jonah lay next to her, so their busy coyote had to be making food. That was why Hank made such a good sub. He needed a job, had to stay busy.

She reached out, fingers stroking through Jonah’s heavy mane of brown hair. He was nearly twice the size of Hank, broad shouldered and solid where Hank was quick and lean.

Rumbling, Jonah blinked open those bright blue eyes then smiled for her. She so rarely got to see him first thing in the morning. His nostrils flared, either scenting her or the bacon.

Her vote was the bacon.

Boys, after all, loved their bacon.

“Morning,” Jonah said, lips sliding on her skin.

“Good morning, beloved.” She stretched, arching and rubbing alongside him. “Sleep well?”

“I did. Better than I have in ages,” Jonah said. His heavy beard stubble scratched at her neck. She laughed and shoved him away.

“Come. He’s cooking for us.” She knew how lucky they were, to have their sweet pup, their coyote Hank.

“Mmm. I thought I smelled bacon, but who knew? Could be a new cologne.”

“Totally bacon. Hank smells like…” She closed her eyes and pondered. “...wind?”

“Wind and sand. High desert.” Jonah palmed her butt for a moment, his fingers squeezing, before he rose and pulled her along.

She grabbed them both soft robes, following the scent of meat and bread and eggs.

“Good morning, baby boy,” Jonah murmured, going to give Hank’s sweet ass a pat.

“Good morning.” Hank looked up for a kiss, the long strawberry blond hair sliding on the lean back.

Liv slid into her robe, nose working hard. Her men, food, her home. This was paradise.

Hank made her a plate, brought it to her. “Good morning, lady.”

“Hank.” She demanded a kiss, lips clinging to his. “Smells amazing.”

“Thank you, love.” Hank stroked gentle fingers through her hair, petting her. His care humbled her, made her heart swell with pride for him.

Then Hank brought Jonah a plate, a cup of coffee with light cream, sugar. Her coffee was mostly cream, no sugar. Hank liked his black with sugar. They had the three shades of coffee going on.

Hank brought his plate over, his cup of coffee. The sweet ass still had a whisper of pink covering it. So pretty. She wanted a shot at Hank’s butt today.

Then she wanted to watch Jonah fuck her sweet pup.

Her lips curled, and she hid the smile in her coffee cup. No sense letting them know what she was thinking too soon.

Hank hummed softly as he sat on the cushioned chair, then dug into his food.

“Sore?” Jonah asked.

“Tender, more than sore. Tingly.”

“Oh, good. I have plans.” She tapped her finger on the back of Hank’s hand.

She did love watching her pup glow for her.

“Do you, lady?” Hank asked.

“I do. They all involve your ass.”

Jonah hooted with laughter. “I like it.”

“My poor tush.”

“It begs for a beating.” Jonah kissed her cheek before sitting.

The food was hot and perfect, delicious, and she purred and moaned over the bites, letting Hank know she appreciated his work. He needed praise, though she wouldn’t say he was high maintenance.

Jonah, now...

Their wolf was a total drama queen.

“You’re thinking hard for so early in the day,” Jonah told her.

“Moi? Nonsense.” She licked her lips, dipped her finger in her coffee.

Jonah watched her every move, hunger in his eyes, his hands clenching on the table. So easy, yet so damned hard, her wolf. So many rules, so many laws. Her kind was more... flexible.

“You,” Jonah affirmed, reaching out to toy with her fingers. “I do love how you look in a fuzzy robe.”

She let the robe part, let him touch the curve of her breast. Her skin tingled, her breath coming faster. They never spent enough time together for her to get used to this, for it to become commonplace.

She didn’t dare hope that it would be permanent between them. It was one thing to have a fling with a jaguar, but a male coyote? Wolves didn’t consider them worth killing, as a rule.

Jonah was a marked exception. He was as addicted to their Hank as she was.

A soft smile from Hank made them both smile back. Oh, who wouldn’t be addicted to their boy? He made her so proud, made her need. She sipped her coffee, licking the cream from her lips.

“You missed some,” Jonah said before leaning in to take a slow kiss.

She leaned back and let Jonah follow, let his hands come to rest on her hips. His big body covered hers, his chest pressed against her breasts.

He kissed like he was storming a beach, stealing her breath and taking no prisoners. So different than Hank, whose kisses asked permission.

When Jonah’s weight threatened to knock them off balance, Hank was there, steadying her chair. Hank touched her from behind, his hands sliding along her ribs then massaging her spine.

Such a good pup. So in tune with them.

Jonah chuckled against her lips. “So, how do we reward him?”

“I suppose beating him doesn’t count,” she teased.

“It does when you like it as much as I do,” Hank murmured.

She did love a man who knew what he needed. Hank kissed the back of her neck, and her skin beaded up with goosebumps.

Jonah kissed along her collarbones, heading in a path meant to meet Hank’s lips. The sound of their kiss made her squeeze her thighs together. Jonah’s low growl vibrated her belly, and she purred.

“Are we done with breakfast?” Hank asked. “We could go back to bed.”

“Greedy boy,” she teased.

“I have you both here, of course I am.” Hank backed away, and he was the one teasing now. “Come catch me.”

She rolled her eyes, feigning disinterest, but they all knew better. Her prey drive would send her after him as soon as he began to run.

Jonah’s eyes flashed pure gold, and she laughed. “Better run, Hank.”

Hank turned and fled. She knew it by the way his bare feet pounded on the wood floor. She stood and stretched, let her robe drop.

A deep sound rumbled in Jonah’s chest. “Oh, fuck, Kit.”

“Mmm hmm.” She let a happy sound rumble throughout her, satisfied and joyful. “Time to hunt.”

“Yes.” Jonah flanked her, letting her take point.

Hank’s path led to the bedroom, his scent heady, happy, and pure needy male. Silly boy was not in the bed. Testing her skills.

She sniffed toward the en suite with its big closet, but she didn’t sense him there. Jonah stopped behind her, hands on her skin. Liv felt him vibrate when he sniffed hard.

Hank pounced from behind the door, ruffling her hair and nipping Jonah’s ear.

“Sneaky!” Jonah’s laughter boomed out. “Gonna get you, pup.”

Hank bounded across the bed, ass right there, wiggling. Ready to be caught.

Liv darted around the mattress so she could grab him and wrestle him down. He wouldn’t fight her as hard as he could Jonah, but she did love it when he submitted to her, when he offered his throat. She got him rolled over, got that smooth, pretty belly turned up. Then she bent and rubbed her cheek over it, scenting him.

“My lady.” Hank hummed for her, the song low and musical.

Liv snapped her teeth at him. “So tasty, hmm?”

“Bitey one.” Hank stroked her forehead.

“With you I am, yes.”

Jonah reached out, pinched Hank’s nipple hard.

“Oh!” Hank jumped, his cock rising stiff and high.

“Be nice.” She swatted Jonah’s hand, playing away. “He’s mine.”

“Is he? Shall we wrestle for him?” Jonah’s eyes twinkled for her.

“Only if I can use my claws.”

“No way. You never let me bite,” Jonah said.

“You can both have me.” Hank had started jacking his cock while she and Jonah argued.

Jonah pounced, grabbing Hank’s wrist. “No touching!”

“What? No one said there were rules,” Hank said with a challenging grin.

“Oh, are we creating rules for the weekend?” How fun! She did love to punish Hank when he forgot. Or pretended to. “I’ll start! Easy access. No clothes inside.”

“I can do that.” Hank’s cheeks went pink, but he nodded eagerly.

“I know you can, Pup.” She patted his ass, playing with him.

“We should challenge him,” Jonah said. “No coming unless we allow it.”

“I like it.” Liv loved a tease, a challenge.

“No ring?” Now Hank shifted a bit, a nervous wiggle.

“Only when you need it.”

“Okay.” Hank chewed his lower lip. “Anything else?”

“Hrm…” She chewed on her knuckle. “I’d like to keep my options open.”

“Well, we can make a rule that new rules can happen all weekend.” Her Jonah was brilliant.

“Totally cheating.” Hank moaned, eyes on her.

“Nope. That’s called hedging your bets.” She touched his cheek. “Are we clear on the rules?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Hank turned his head, lips brushing her palm.

“Jonah?”

“Absolutely.” Jonah chuckled. “Not too many right now. Even I can remember.”

She laughed, offering her lips for a kiss. Silly wolf. He took what she gave, his mouth covering hers, pushing his tongue in, tasting her.

Hank’s tongue licked Jonah’s chin, hers. Eager pup, always wanting to give pleasure.

Jonah growled softly, fingers pushing between them to touch. So tactile, so starved for contact.

They could give it to him, whenever he needed it, however he wanted it. All he had to do was be with them, and Jonah kinda sucked at that, damn his eyes.

She growled a little, her head tossing, and Hank reached for her immediately. He traced patterns on her skin with his fingertips, tickling her and making her shiver.

“No growling, lady,” Jonah said. “Focus.”

“I am. I’m on this.”

“I know you are.” Hank put his hand on her knee, leaning close. “You always have me.” She heard the wealth of meaning in his words.

“I know.” And she loved Hank. She loved them both.

They rumbled for her, both of them in harmony, and the next kiss went three way on her. That was perfect. Absolutely perfect in pressure and flavor and heat. Jonah put a hand behind her head to hold her there while they feasted.

Hank’s fingers stroked the small of her back, the curve of her hips, soothing and exciting at the same time. His callused fingers scraped just a bit, adding excitement and making her twist against Jonah.

Jonah held her with an iron grip, letting her struggle a bit. So strong. She nipped his bottom lip, tugging hard enough he growled. Power. They always fought over who would give in first, her and Jonah.

Jonah rolled them over, trying to get her on her back, but she ended up straddling him, nails on his shoulders.

Hank laughed, clapping his hands. “Score one for the lady.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Jonah teased. He didn’t tense beneath her, though, just rocked his hips up and down.

“That’s his job.” She leaned down, undulated against him.

“Is it? I thought it was to get fucked.” Jonah tugged her down farther, kissing her mouth before nipping her lower lip. “God, I love weekends here.”

“I love when you’re here.” Simple as that.

He stared up at her, his dark brown eyes almost black with need, with emotion. “Good.”

She leaned down and kissed him, putting everything she had in it. Liv wanted him to know she would take anything he gave her, but she’d prefer him there, with her and Hank, one hundred percent.

What could she say? She was greedy. She wanted it all.

“Me, too,” Jonah said, and she knew he’d heard her thoughts. His expression faded into regretful, his eyes harder, less warm. No, no thinking about his pack.

“You’re mine now. Ours.” Not theirs.

“Yes.” Hank pounced on the bed next to them, bending to nip at Jonah’s shoulder. “Ours.”

Jonah rumbled softly, but Hank didn’t back up. He just bit again, pushing now.

That did it. Jonah tossed her off as if she were a feather, grabbing Hank by the throat and slamming him down on the bed. “Gonna mark you, pup.”

Hank arched hard, giving Jonah something to snarl about. Such a good pup. So giving. Not that he didn’t get something, the little pain slut.

Jonah bit that long, pale throat, leaving a lurid bruise popping up in his wake. Hank panted, eyes rolling as he resisted the instinct to fight. That might send Jonah a little too far over the edge and they all knew it.

The point was to push enough to distract and rev up, not lose an eye.

She chuckled, thoughts straying into not sexy. Liv reached out, nails dragging over Jonah’s fuzzy thigh.

He flinched, then laughed. “Sharp woman.”

“Indeed.” She did it again, careful not to leave a mark.

“Love that about you, Kit.” Jonah was still nibbling on Hank idly, his fervor calmed some.

Hank relaxed, moaned happily, and she leaned in to kiss him. They were all feeling lazy, she thought, slow as they were going.

“Not lazy. Basking, lady.” Hank’s words were low, soft.

“Are we?” She supposed they were basking in the glow of all being together for two whole days.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Basking’s boring.” Jonah flipped Hank over, straddling the fine butt, and Hank gasped. She got a fine view of Jonah rubbing his hard cock against the crease of Hank’s ass.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

She purred low, nodded her approval. Humping got both her men revved up, and soon they’d be ready to fuck.  

Liv touched the top of Jonah’s crack, teasing.

“Careful, woman.” He grinned wildly at her, moving hard against Hank’s skin.

“Mmm. I am. Very careful.” She nuzzled his shoulder.

“You are.” Jonah hissed when she reached farther down to cup his balls in her hand. “Christ. Liv.”

“Shh. Breathe. I have you.”

“I know. Always.” Jonah trusted them. That was never the problem.