Morgan's Mates (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

“Too late, Morgan.” Hunter already had his gun out and was taking aim with Drake.

Both were steady shots. Though neither of them hunted as a sport, they could be handy with a gun when required to be, even a toy gun. They began knocking down targets left and right, the clang of the toy bullets echoing in the warm night air.

“Honestly, you guys are impossible.” Morgan laughed and cheered for each of them every time another target would fall under their certain aim.

“Yeah!” Hunter whooped in the air as the tenth target fell before him. He pumped his fist in victory. Morgan gave him a hug, and the old guy in charge of the stand handed over a large stuffed wolf to her. It was half as big as she was.

Not to be outdone, Drake took an unshaken breath and concentrated on his last target. It would be nice to win this for Morgan. It would be nice to make her happy, and extra nice to earn a hug from her. Though before the night was over, Drake was hoping for a lot more than a mere hug.

The report of his gun cracked through the night and mixed with the jumble of other county fair sounds around them. His bullet knocked the target. It wobbled and then fell to the ground next to the one Hunter had felled.

“Yes!” Drake turned to Morgan. Her smile was beautiful and enchanting. Without meaning to, she had put them both under her spell.

Drake took her up in his arms. Her feet left the ground, and her arms willingly came around his neck to hold him tight. Their mouths met. It was an all-too-brief kiss, just a promise for things to come. Her mouth tasted of mint, and her body in his arms smelled of lavender. She was like grabbing a slice of heaven.

Only with reluctance did he put her back down on the ground. They exchanged a look. He wanted to know if it was all right. She renewed her smile and rested her head against his chest. Her other hand tugged against Hunter’s shirt and pulled him over to be with them. Drake was aware that the two of them had her sandwiched between, but she was willing, and that was the best feeling in the world.

“Get over here, you two.” Morgan had a smile for each of them. They lived a second where there was no one else in the world except for the three of them. “You guys are great.”

Their moment didn’t last long.

“Here you are, miss.” The old carnival guy handed Morgan her second wolf. With a four-foot animal dangling from each arm, she could hardly walk.

Drake took them from her. “Take these back to the truck for the lady and make yourself useful, dude.” Drake handed the wolves to Hunter.

Hunter gave him a look as if to say
why me
?

“Take good care of her until I get back, man.”

Drake put an arm around Morgan’s waist protectively. “I’ll guard her with my life. Now hurry or you’ll miss the fireworks.”

When Morgan looked up at him, he saw wetness in her eyes. She was fighting tears. “Thank you.”

He led her through the fairgrounds. “You know, you feel pretty good in my arms.” His hand had snaked around her lower waist without protest as he escorted her.

“Doesn’t feel bad to have your arm around me, either.” Morgan was all warm smiles now as she walked at his side. A blush had come to her face, and the color made her look even more beautiful if possible.

“You finally decided to give it a try.” Drake was referring to far more than just having his arm around her waist. She knew it, too.

“I guess it took me long enough.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby. We got here and that’s the important thing.” As he took Morgan out to the field where the fireworks were to be set off, it sure as hell felt to Drake like she was his woman now.

* * * *

Morgan linked hands with both men. They led her out into the field where a couple hundred townspeople had gathered to watch the fireworks.

A hush fell over the crowd as the magic of the fireworks started. They were beautiful and peaceful, and Morgan loved them. The guys had been right. These were better fireworks than what she had seen back home in Chicago. The majesty of the mountains behind them added to the splendor. It seemed like the perfect summer evening.

Off in the distance a thunderstorm was building over the mountains. Lightning lit the sky when the fireworks did not. But the storm was still far enough away, and they would get the show in before the rain started to fall.

“This is beautiful.” Her voice was breathless, and her head arched back to see the high tumblers.

“We knew you’d like it.” Drake squeezed her hand.

“You two seem to know an awfully lot about me.”

“Not really.” Hunter surprised her. His voice was as hushed as hers and very much unlike the cocky shape-shifter she knew. “But we want to get to know you, Morgan.”

“I want that…” She had just given them a promise for more to come. She was ready. Anticipation churned through her and made her feel flush. If ever it was to happen between the three of them, tonight was the perfect time.

Morgan hugged the two wolves to her lap on the drive back to her house. Once more she sat between the two men. Their bodies felt warm and strong next to her. Her heart started beating fast. The night was getting all too warm inside the cab of that truck.

It was just before midnight when they got back home. Few words had been spoken between them during the ride. There was little left to be said.

Back at the house, Hunter rummaged in the refrigerator and got them all out a can of beer. Drake turned on the TV.

“Want to watch something with us?”

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Morgan hurried to her bathroom and took a quick shower to wash the sweat of the day and the evening off her body. When it was over, she barely felt refreshed. Her stomach had come up in her chest, and she had to force herself to breath.

She dried her body and hair with a towel.

Her hair was still wet when she stepped into a pair of underwear and pulled a long T-shirt over her head. Stepping across her carpet on bare feet, she returned to the two men out in the living room.

They had been waiting for her. She read the lust in their eyes as they watched her walk across the floor. It was slightly unnerving. Her body was all they saw.

A crack of thunder sounded outside.

Morgan realized both men were seated on her couch. They had taken up opposite ends. The room in the middle had been reserved for her.

She sat down between them. This felt so normal. Nothing felt wrong about it when they each put an arm around her. Though somewhere in the back of her mind her conventional upbringing told her she should start feeling guilty right about now, she refused to listen.

The TV flickered before them. No other light was on inside the house. Rain started to hit the roof outside.

Morgan leaned her head back against Hunter’s chest. He was a rock of muscle beneath her as she got comfortable.

She took a long swallow and looked up at Drake. He stroked her ankle and worked down to her foot. Morgan loved foot rubs, and Drake’s caring fingers promised to be quite nice in this department.

She felt an explanation was in order even though she realized neither of the men probably needed one. Maybe when she spoke she was only speaking to convince herself.

“Nathan may be home next month,” she started. “Or it may not be until next year. But I haven’t given up on him. I feel now more than ever that he will come home to me, and I’ll be waiting for him when he does.”

“I believe he will.” Drake didn’t seem to doubt this. He kept rubbing her feet. Now he used both hands.
God does that ever feel good
.

“I just want you guys to know that when he does come back…” Morgan stumbled over her words. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say.

“Listen, Morgan,” Drake whispered to her in the dark. “The selfish part of me doesn’t ever want Nathan to come back. But I know he makes you happy. I know your future is with him.”

Morgan looked up at Hunter. Her cheek still rested against his chest.

“I feel the same way.” Hunter began to stroke her hair back off her forehead. He was gentle. His touch, combined with the foot rub Drake gave her, slowly began to calm her overwrought nerves.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty.” Drake watched for a reaction.

Morgan just shook her head. “Sorry. I can’t help it. A part of me will always feel this is wrong, and that I’m cheating on him.”

“Nathan’s a shifter just like we are.” Drake hit a vulnerable tendon on the bottom of her foot and forced her to exhale.

“Shifters believe in sharing.” Hunter gave her assurance as his hands ran along the back of her neck, down to her shoulders.

“I know. Nathan wanted me to have other men take care of me when he was gone.”

“You don’t have to worry about anything. The two of us are going to take real good care of you.” Drake lifted her foot in the air and planted a kiss between each of her toes.

* * * *

Hunter took Morgan’s hand and pulled her off the couch. “Come on.” It was time.

He watched as Morgan exchanged an uncertain glance with Drake.

“Go on.” Drake gave her a reassuring kiss on her wrist.

He led her down the hall toward her bedroom. “I’m sorry I never fixed that leak in your roof.”

“I don’t care about that now, Hunter.”

“You should. With all the rain we’re having, your bedroom’s going to be soaked. Why don’t you show it to me?”

Morgan opened the door to her bedroom and motioned for him to follow her inside. Sure enough, there was a drip coming down from the ceiling. The carpet was already wet.

Morgan gave a shiver and hugged herself. “I really don’t care about this tonight.”

Hunter gave her a kiss on top of her forehead. “I’ll get the stepladder. Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.”

Hunter hurried back to her, and when he returned, he had the stepladder with him. “You might want to hold it for me while I go up there.”

“This really isn’t necessary, Hunter.”

“It is if you don’t want your carpet to be ruined.”

“You guys are always doing something for me.”

“Well, I won’t be able to fix this tonight.” At the top of the ladder, he removed the ceiling panel and reached above his head. “I’m just going to put a makeshift patch up here so it won’t leak in anymore. First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll crawl up on the roof and put a permanent patch up there for you.”

“You have been great the whole time, Hunter.”

“Hey, just remember you promised to get Nathan to pay us when he gets back to you.” Hunter smiled down at her from the ladder. He was trying to make her feel better. Of course he never wanted to receive any money from either Morgan or Nathan.

He was already receiving his reward. Knowing Morgan, becoming a part of her life, that was enough for Hunter.

Rainwater from the leak dripped down onto his shirt. He got the leak patched up temporarily. It would hold for the rest of the night. But when he climbed down from the ladder, his shirt was drenched.

“Looks like I was pretty clumsy.” Hunter felt embarrassed as he looked down on his dripping shirt.

Morgan stilled him. Her hands were on his chest. “Let me take this.”

Hunter raised his arms over his head. Morgan took the shirt off him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll wash and dry this in the morning for you.”

“I’m not worried about a thing.”

Neither of them spoke for a minute. Hunter stared down into her beautiful blue eyes. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He liked to play with her hair. It was so silky, long, and soft to the touch.

Oh God, all he wanted to do in life was love and protect this woman. He wanted to satisfy her every whim and be the one to make her smile always.

Hunter had slept with quite a few women in his life, but none of them ever had made him feel like this. There was a roaring in his ear as his blood raced through his body. He could deny himself no more.

His erection was painful in his jeans. He moved up next to her warm body and reached out to touch her.

Their mouths met for the first kiss. His hands found their way beneath her shirt. He slid his fingers up her belly until he was cupping her breasts in his palms. His fingers caressed her swollen nipples under the thin fabric of the shirt.

Morgan purred into the kiss with him.

He bent her back in his arms. The bed was only a few feet away. Without breaking their kiss, and with his fingers still exploring under her shirt, they walked back to the bed. When they were in position, they fell on top of it.

Hunter fell on top of Morgan, and their bodies molded to the soft retreat of the bedsprings beneath them. Pressing his body to her, he knew she could feel the iron-hard erection straining to get free from his jeans.

He wanted to devour her with his mouth. She tasted so good. His lips went across her face, his tongue licking and teasing her skin. She closed her eyes as he kissed her lids, kissed back to her ears, down the line of her jaw, beneath her chin, down her neck.