Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

“Hell, yeah. Anytime. Fill me in.”

“Well, she’s a novice at this, so we’ll need to take it slow and easy with her. Nothing kinky. I think she’ll go for the pleasure we can give her.”

“Sounds good,” Derek said. “You’re sure about this? You seemed pretty definite about being her only lover before. It wouldn’t be too cool if you suddenly changed your mind in the middle of the game.”

“I’m definitely sure. I have no intention of changing my mind. I want to keep things in a playful mood.”

“Okay. Since I don’t know Cindy as well as you do by now, I’m satisfied to let you set the rules. What’s our game plan? How do you want to go about this with her?”

Juan took a deep breath. He trusted Derek. Hell, he’d trust him with his life. But sharing Cindy was a hard thing to do, even though he knew it was for the best. “How about, this first time, you help in arousing her, and I’ll be the one to have intercourse with her.”

“I’m good with that, and happy to help you out. I’d like to get to know her. Especially since she was brave enough to take you in last night. You want her from the front or the back?”

“From the front. She’s shy about anal sex so we have to go slowly about that part. She’s asked us over for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“Tell me what time, and I’ll be there.”

Juan finished his plans with Derek and headed home. As hard as this would be for him, he couldn’t afford to give his heart to Cindy. He needed to keep things on as impersonal a level as possible, without losing touch with her.

* * * *

The following afternoon, Cynthia unloaded boxes of clothing she’d brought to the Rescue Mission. A small black car with darkened windshields pulled into the parking area.

The window opened and a man in dark glasses called to a young, blonde, homeless woman in front of the building. As Cynthia watched, trying to not look obvious, he gestured for the young woman to join him in his vehicle.

The smart woman turned and headed for the Mission, but the goon got out of the car and followed her. Cynthia had had enough. She headed toward them, intending to tell the man to quit pestering the woman.

The much taller, dark-haired man turned to Cynthia. “We’re having a private conversation, lady, if you don’t mind.”

“This woman is not interested in going anywhere with you,” Cynthia said. “Leave her alone.”

“Mind your own business, lady, if you want to stay out of trouble.”

The nerve of the man. “Come on, honey,” she said to the young woman and motioned for her to go ahead of her toward the building. Cynthia needed to get her inside, away from these hoodlums. The guy who threatened her reminded her of those men who had attacked Juan. A shudder shook her.

She looked back as the car sped out of the parking area and headed downtown. Hopefully they weren’t part of that gang.

After unloading the last of the clothing boxes, she headed home. She wanted to make sure everything was ready for this evening when Juan would be there. Would he bring his friend Derek? What would happen tonight? Just the thought intrigued her and sent pleasant shivers through her.

Chapter Six

The evening had started out well. Their delicious dinner finished, Cynthia gathered her dishes and took them to the sink. Juan and Derek followed her.

Juan was the more serious of the two. Derek seemed more light-hearted. He laughed easily and told stories during dinner that made her laugh. Juan had been fairly quiet so far. What was on his mind?

She wanted to tell him about the car that drove into the Mission parking lot today and the guy who got out and threatened her. Now, while they put the dishes in the dishwasher, was as good a time as any.

“I had an unusual thing happen today when I delivered clothing to the Rescue Mission.”

“Oh, yeah?” Derek asked. “What happened?”

Juan had a serious, concerned look on his face. “Tell us.”

She told them what happened.

Derek’s expression changed from interest to serious contemplation. “Shit.”

Juan’s face went from serious to angry. “Hell.” Juan cupped her arm with his warm hand. “Did they hurt you?”

“No. It sounded more like a threat for me to stay out of their business. But I couldn’t let them harass that young woman.”

Juan shook his head. “Those guys are part of the Hawks’ gang. They cruise around town and look for women they can use in their business of prostitution and slavery. They’ll stop anyone who looks like a good victim, usually a young woman. We’ve sworn to bring them down, and we will.”

Derek nodded in agreement, his hands on his jeans waistband. He looked like he was ready right then.

Cynthia looked up at Juan. He, too, looked madder than a hornet.

“You already know they’re dangerous,” Juan said. “Stay away from them next time, okay?”

She nodded. “As long as they aren’t trying to kidnap someone.”

“Cindy, you have no idea how deadly they are.” Juan slashed his hand through the air. “Just, please, stay out of their way. Next time you see something like that going down, call me right away, and then call the police. Promise.”

“All right, I promise. Now, enough about that. Can I refill your wine glasses?” She smiled at them.

They looked at each other and shook their heads. As they scooped up their glasses and held them out to her, she re-filled them.

“Would you like to enjoy your wine in here?” she asked as she led the way to the den.

“I’m right behind you,” Juan said.

“We’ll follow wherever you want to lead us,” Derek teased.

Cynthia smiled at them as she sat down in the middle of the sofa. Hopefully, they’d sit on either side of her. Although that could be a little awkward for conversation, she guessed it could also be conducive to some interesting sex.

Juan rested his wineglass on the end table. “What’s your pleasure,
querida
?” His voice came as a soft growl. He took her glass from her and set it beside his. Turning back to her, he smoothed his warm palm up and down her arm.

Cynthia felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of what Juan and Derek had in mind.

“Are you ready for an extra large helping of fun?” Derek smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

There it was, their offer of two to one. “I’m game if you are.” She smiled at Juan and then Derek.

“Come sit on my lap,
chica
.” Juan grasped her beneath her arms and lifted her onto his lap with her back to his front. She couldn’t imagine how this was going to play out. She’d let them show her this first time. At least she’d already found out how gentle and caring Juan was when they’d had sex. She expected Derek to be so as well, and not like her ex had been.

Derek took a swallow of wine, put his glass down, and rose from the sofa beside her. He crossed the room and turned the lights down.

She was glad. She couldn’t help feeling self-conscious with two big, lean, muscled guys about to have sex with her. How would she compare to other women they’d shared?

Juan positioned her so that her legs rested on the outside of both of his. He pressed a warm kiss to the side of her face as he smoothed his hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples. The sensation plunged straight to her opening and made her ache. One hand smoothed down over her belly to her already swelling folds, stroking and teasing. A swift intake of air told them she liked what he did.

“I can already feel the heat and dampness of your swollen pussy. Let’s get you out of these clothes.” Juan reached around her and began to unbutton her blouse. She helped him.

Derek knelt in front of her and smoothed his big hands up her calves and thighs. Juan peeled her blouse back over her shoulders. She leaned forward a little to pull her arms from the sleeves.

“You’re beautiful in that lacy pink bra. All right if I take it off?” Derek grinned at her.

“Yes,” she agreed, feeling a little breathless. He unfastened the hooks and spread the two sides apart, freeing her breasts. Juan stopped removing her blouse in mid-motion. He held her still. Her sleeves effectively kept her arms and hands from moving. Her breasts were already swollen, her nipples erect and pebbled.

“Wow,” Derek said. “I want to touch those rosy tits, if that’s all right?

“I’ve never done this before, but I guess I don’t mind.” What would Derek’s touch feel like?

Derek cupped her breasts and smoothed his calloused thumbs over her nipples. Her labia swelled and her opening ached as fluid filled her nether lips. She felt wet against her panties. Her breathing increased along with her heartbeats.

Juan kissed her nape, sending shivers down her back. His lips brushed across her shoulders and smoothed up her neck. He placed kisses beneath her ear and nibbled the earlobe. With Derek tweaking her nipples and kneading her breasts, sensation surrounded her like a warm blanket. Her wet opening ached with need. Her breath escaped her in a short moan.

Derek released her breasts and moved back. He pulled off his knit shirt and unfastened his jeans as Juan slipped her blouse down her arms and tossed it over the far end of the sofa. Next, Juan slid her bra straps down her arms.

“Let’s get these off, too.” Derek unfastened her slacks before she could, with her arms held back by her bra straps.

She felt a little powerless until Juan removed her bra and helped her stand. Derek slid her slacks down her legs and off her feet. She heard fabric rustle behind her and saw Juan’s clothing land on the end of the sofa, one piece after another. She wanted to turn and feast her eyes on him, but Derek held her still, facing him, his big hands bracketing her hips and then sliding her panties down.

The way in which the two of them worked together was a little overwhelming. Almost as rushed as her ex had been about getting her naked when he felt the urge. The important difference was that she participated willingly tonight.

Juan wrapped his arms around her waist, his familiar touch calming her nerves. She trusted him to protect her. He supported her while Derek slipped her panties from her feet, leaving her completely naked. One of Juan’s hands stroked down her belly until his fingers cupped her.

Derek watched as he knelt in front of her, his penis erect, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the head.

Juan slipped a finger between her slick folds and pushed inside her wet opening. She gasped.

“
Querida
, you’re beautiful. Your pussy is dripping with your juices.”

Derek stared at the swollen flesh between her thighs. “Damn, you’re pretty, Cindy, all pink and wet.” He slid his hands around her hips, smoothed his fingers between her cheeks, and held her hips with both hands, pulling her toward him.

Juan slid his finger in and out of her opening. Her channel pulsed with need, and she inhaled a swift breath. Juan’s familiar male scent mingled with Derek’s aftershave. The delicate, heady mixture filled her, a huge contrast to their strong male manipulation of her body.

Derek parted her cheeks, and Juan’s hard penis pushed between, teasing her flesh as he glided his cock back and forth, spreading her cream over his cock and her small hole. It felt decadent and tantalizing at the same time with his long finger inside her channel. The ache between her thighs burgeoned. The scent of warm men and musky sex surrounded her.

“My turn,” Derek said, his voice a soft rumble. “I want to taste you, Cindy, okay?”

The thought of him tasting her made her opening burn with naughty need. “Yes,” she hissed.

Juan’s finger slid from her opening. His cock slipped from her butt cheeks and rested against the small of her back, his pre-cum and her fluids marking a trail.