Spirits Shared (13 page)

She brushed her lips over Tekoa's, then left
his arms and went to the window in time to see Clay park a red
truck next to the white cruiser with the sheriff's department logo
on the front doors.

Clay left the truck and her heart tripped
into a faster beat, not a pounding rush like the time he'd
convinced her to bungee jump, but more like an exhilarating canter
on horseback across a meadow.

He disappeared from view once he got to the
porch but she was already turning to greet him as the cabin door
opened and he stepped inside.

Christ
, Clay thought. He wasn't sure
what he'd expected but it hadn't been this.
Jesus
.

In a heartbeat every drop of blood was in
his cock. He was surprised his brain could function.

His gaze flicked from Jess to Tekoa then
back to Jess. There was a little spasm in his chest that
might
have been pain though he didn't allow himself to
contemplate it.

He'd wanted this. He still wanted this. But
the reality…

Jess had been well and truly fucked. And not
only had she given her body, she'd given a piece of her heart as
well. Otherwise she'd never play
any
sexual game with
Tekoa.

The big head claimed this turn of events was
a good thing. The little head, where his heart seemed to have
lodged, was screaming
mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
and
wanting him to prove it with a caveman stunt like tossing her over
his shoulder and carrying her away.

Jessica's expression became uncertain,
vulnerable and Clay's heart and brain and cock finally reached an
agreement. He couldn't allow her to be hurt.

She started to fold her arms over her
breasts. He snagged her hand and pulled her into him. "Oh, no you
don't, I'm all for this. I vote that you greet Tekoa and me this
way every time we come home."

He hugged her tight, smashed his mouth down
on hers and the ache in his chest came back. She was his world.

He wished a woman's touch was all he'd ever
need but it wasn't. Even thinking about how close he'd come to the
unforgivable was enough to have fear icing his skin. The only way
this worked was if he paid the full cost, and that meant sharing
all
of Jessica—not only her body.

His cock got over the feelings of
possessiveness. It was gung ho about having Jess naked. It was
primed and ready for sex, any kind of sex as long as it involved
Jess or Tekoa.

His heart was having a harder time when
confronted by the reality of sharing. He was on the verge of
screwing this up big-time. Jess was on shaky emotional ground and
there was only one way he could give her the solid reassurance she
needed.

His tongue rubbed and twined with hers.
Slowly he got his emotions under control. He would
not
screw
this up.

Taking her hand, he carried it to his
cloth-covered erection. "He's been all alone and out in the cold.
He's suffering. He needs you."

"He knows I'll always take care of him."

Jessica massaged his dick and he moaned. His
breath shortened. He was tempted to push the sweatpants down and
guide her mouth to his cock.

Tekoa shifted position and Clay recognized
the longing in Tekoa's eyes before his face blanked. He felt a
twinge in his chest, at how easily he and Jess had slipped into an
intimacy that excluded Tekoa.

Clay gently set Jess aside and grinned at
Tekoa. "Great minds think alike. I left Jessica's suitcase in the
car because I didn't want her making things difficult with lots of
layers of clothing."

Tekoa laughed and Clay's heart responded to
it. The sense of rightness and being home returned. "Heard on the
radio that the eighth convict is in custody."

"Good. Hopefully all of them will be before
nightfall." Tekoa stepped close enough that it'd be easy to grab
the waistband of the sweats and pull him forward for a kiss—and
more.

He'd told himself he wouldn't act on the
attraction right away. That he'd give Jess time to get used to it,
but he was having a hard time fighting the need to be with
Tekoa.

"If you'll bring in my case so I'll have
something to wear," Jess said, her hands gliding over his back and
drawing his gaze back to her face. "I'll go to the grocery store
and pick up something special to cook for dinner."

Her color was high but her gaze was steady,
accepting. She was okay with this. She was willing to give him the
same thing he'd given her, time alone with Tekoa.

His heart flooded with tenderness and love.
His glance at Tekoa was an invitation, and then his mouth returned
to hers, each thrust of his tongue a proclamation of love.

Tekoa stepped into their embrace. His chest
touched Jessica's bare back and pleasure engulfed him. He'd been
waiting a lifetime for this, could hardly believe he'd been gifted
with two mates.

He pushed Jess's hair out of the way and
kissed her shoulder. Ran his hands up her sides, then slid them
between her and Clay to cup her breasts.

Tight nipples stabbed his palms, and
pleasure plunged down his arms and torso and into his cock.
Crowding closer, he pressed his shaft to her buttocks and silently
acknowledged her earlier point. How was this fair?

Her shivers of need and Clay's proximity had
his cock claiming to have a hair-trigger, telling him that they
needed to take this to the bed or to the rug in front of the
fireplace.

She'd be so wet. So responsive. She'd
welcome both of their touches, both of their cocks. And they'd
leave her languid and satisfied before turning their attention on
each other and becoming lovers.

He sucked where her shoulder met her neck.
Slid a hand over her stomach and between her thighs.

Her clit throbbed against his palm. Her
channel clamped down on his fingers and she gave her whimpers to
Clay.

Tekoa was drowning in heat. With each thrust
of his fingers into her arousal-soaked opening, his palm slid over
her swollen clit at the same time the back of his hand glided over
Clay's erection and Clay's hips jerked.

Clay kept kissing Jessica even as his hands
moved from her sides to Tekoa's.

And Tekoa said, "Free his cock, Jess. Take
it in your hand."

She trembled harder but pushed Clay's sweats
down then wrapped a hand around his shaft while the other cupped
and stroked his balls.

"That's right. Let him know how happy we are
that he's home."

She stroked Clay's cock and Clay's eyes
closed. His head went back on a moan and Tekoa nearly mimicked him.
He'd been right, they were going to kill him with pleasure.

He brushed a kiss over Jessica's ear, rubbed
his palm against her clit in slow, hard circles. "Please," she
whispered, abandoning Clay's cock to cover Tekoa's hand and hold it
more tightly against her in an effort to gain release.

Clay groaned and Tekoa laughed. "That's
pretty merciless, Jess, leaving him to suffer while you do
something you know is going to get you in trouble."

It nearly killed him but Tekoa forced his
hand away from her pussy.

Her fingers went to her clit. Fire streaked
through him and an answering shudder went through Clay.

"Okay, we can play it that way," Tekoa said
in the same tone he'd use on a hardened criminal. "You can make
yourself come, but you'll do it while you're sucking Clay's cock.
Get on your knees."

Clay's eyes opened, hot and hard with want.
"Do it, babe. I don't think Tekoa is a man who'll ask twice."

"I'm not. I told her I wouldn't punish her
today, but I'm sure you'd be happy to administer some
discipline."

"Always." He gave Jess a long, thorough kiss
then pulled away and said, "Time to obey."

She slowly sank to her knees. The hand that
had been cupping Clay's balls moved to curl around his thigh while
the other remained between her legs.

* * * * *

Chapter
7

Tekoa wrapped his hand around Clay's shaft
and it spasmed against his palm, creating an answering burst of
pleasure in his own cock.

"Fuck," Clay panted, thrusting. "Fuck."

I'm with you there.
It'd been so
long, too long, but worth the wait. "Suck him, Jess."

Her tongue darted out in a quick lick and
Tekoa's cock spasmed, leaking and licking across his abs and
sweats. He might just die where he stood.

"Jess," Clay growled and she pressed her
sealed lips to the tip of his cock and slowly, slowly went down on
him.

Clay's shaft disappeared an inch at a time
and Tekoa was mesmerized. Her lips reached his hand, Clay's cock
throbbing against it, then her mouth retreated to the tip of Clay's
dick, leaving the shaft glistening.

It was the most erotic thing Tekoa had ever
witnessed.

Clay thrust through Tekoa's fisted hand in
an effort to forge back into Jessica's mouth. Her fingers played in
the wet, slick place between her thighs and Tekoa promised himself
that sometime soon he'd put Jessica on the bed or the rug in front
of the fireplace and order her to make herself come.

"Suck me," Clay panted. "Or you're going to
get a spanking next instead of a good fucking."

Tekoa shuddered and slid the hand not
wrapped around Clay's cock into his sweats. This was beyond
anything he'd expected when it came to mates.

He gripped his shaft, growled, "Do it,
Jess."

Clay pushed Tekoa's sweats down and the
muscles in his thighs bunched. He burned where Clay's eyes touched
him.

Jessica softened in complete surrender. She
took Clay all the way into her mouth, her lips touched to Tekoa's
hand as she sucked Clay's cock.

Tekoa groaned when Clay cupped his balls. He
leaned forward and Clay met him above Jessica.

He had the brief image of rams lowering
their horns, running forward, crashing into each other. And then
there was only pleasure. Incredible pleasure.

Their lips met. Parted and their tongues
collided. The pleasure intensified by Jess's mouth against his hand
as she sucked Clay's cock, by Clay's hard, callused hand after
Tekoa freed his own cock for Clay to grasp.

Clay's touch was nothing like Jess's. The
thrust of Clay's tongue and hard press of his lips was nothing like
Jess's. But he needed both to survive.

A moan tore from Tekoa's throat. At the edge
of his consciousness, a drum beat the way it had with Jess.

When he came inside Clay—and he would fill
Clay's ass with his cock—Clay would be bound to him the same way
Jess was, mated in the eyes of The People, their spirits
married.

His heart swelled with longing. But as
desperate as he was for that joining, he didn't dare open himself
fully to the Thunderbird's spirit.

Not with Jess present. He'd taken her on her
hands and knees so she wouldn't see translucent spirit wings
outstretched, wouldn't know all that he was as he thrust in and out
of her tight, heated channel.

The drumming grew louder, ancient voices
joined in song. Desire became fiery talons and it was impossible to
care about not rushing things.

"Make him come," Tekoa ordered. It was the
only thing that would halt the song.

She urged his hand away from Clay's cock.
Took Clay deeper into her mouth.

Ecstasy swept into Tekoa. It originated in
Clay and was amplified with each stroke of Clay's hand on his shaft
as Jessica worked Clay, already an expert where he was
concerned.

Clay moaned. Panted. Came.

And Tekoa's cock jerked and spasmed against
Clay's fingers, control deserting him so hot splashes of semen
struck his abdomen and chest.

Somehow he remained standing.

Slowly the white-hot haze dissipated and he
opened his eyes to meet blue eyes full of sensual heat and
satisfaction.

Clay's gaze dropped to Jess. His hand
grasped her hair. "Now you, babe."

The command itself was nearly enough to push
Jess over. Pleasure shivered through her, she stroked her clit,
reveled in the heat that blazed in Clay's eyes, the love and
approval, the never-ending desire.

She'd had the wild, panicked thought that
one day he might decide he was mostly gay instead of bi.

Never.

She found the right rhythm, trembled as the
pleasure between her legs built and built, finally exploding in a
hot wave of bliss.

They drew her upward and she closed her
eyes, absorbed the warmth of their skin.

It'd turned her on to see Tekoa's hand on
Clay's cock. It'd turned her on when they kissed.

She felt like cuddling on the bed or in
front of the fireplace. She wanted to spend time luxuriating in the
memories of what had already happened before moving on to create
new memories.

That's what she wanted. But their cocks were
hardening with the possibility of sex with each other and all it
took was the feel of their erections to tempt her imagination into
picturing them together. She could play the voyeur. She'd
like
to play the voyeur. Or she could participate. They'd
include her, or pleasure her until she passed out, if she was
willing.

All of it appealed it her. But…

Her gaze was drawn to the Thunderbird carved
into the fireplace mantel.

She remembered the intensity of those
moments when Tekoa had taken her on her hands and knees, when he'd
filled her so deeply and so fully that it'd transcended the
physical. She wanted the same for Clay though…

He was a guy and one who would probably call
rough, rowdy sex with Tekoa good enough. She smiled against Clay's
neck, could practically hear him laughing and saying,
Love your
imagination, babe
.

She pressed a kiss to the spot where his
neck met his shoulder. "I think we should go back to my original
suggestion, the one where I get dressed and go to the grocery
store. I'd like to celebrate tonight with a special dinner."