This excerpt contains language and explicit sexual acts that may be offensive to sensitive readers.
Did he just sniff me? It was a ridiculous thought but Emily couldn’t dispel it as she shook Nathan’s hand. Neither could she disregard the odd tingly sensation that occurred as she made contact with the incredibly gorgeous man. The tingling seemed to shoot to her nipples and she pulled her hand back before it aimed farther down her body. His nostrils flared once more, and she was certain he smelled her again. Between that and the shocked look on his face when he’d first entered the office, she began to worry there might be something wrong with her today. As her boss’s son, Nathan must have known she was starting work this morning, so her appearance shouldn’t have shocked him, and he couldn’t be reacting to her perfume as she hadn’t worn any, unsure of the policies of her new workplace. His behaviour made her question her decision to take this job for the second time this morning. The first occurred when she met her new boss, and Nathan’s father, Jack, just before nine. She’d suffered numerous bouts of uncertainty after accepting this job as everything about it had been odd from the beginning. Desperate to leave Toronto and put distance between her and her ex-fiancé, she’d posted her résumé on a corporate job site with the notation she was eager to relocate. Jack had contacted her the next day and immediately offered her the job. Shocked, she questioned if he wouldn’t want her to fly out for an interview first, but he said her résumé told him everything he needed to know and that she was perfect for the job he needed to fill soon as his current executive assistant was about to go on maternity leave. Unwilling to relocate for a temporary job, she’d told him as much, but he’d assured her that Margie, his current assistant, had made it clear she wasn’t going to return to work and that the job was Emily’s if she wanted it. To sweeten the deal, he offered her a three-year contract at a significantly higher wage than her current job and a signing bonus of a house to live in rent-free for as long as her employ lasted. Jack then told her he’d send information on his company, photos of the house that would be her new home, and he’d give her some time to think it over. However, he needed an answer by the end of the week as time was pressing and, if she accepted his offer, he’d need her to start at the beginning of the following month. Certain she wouldn’t take the job, she agreed to go over the information he’d sent and reply to him shorty. Opening the email only because she’d promised to, the photos he’d included had astonished her. Northwest of Lake Louise, bordering Banff National Park and nestled in the Rocky Mountains, the town of Willow Creek was breathtakingly beautiful. Serene, alluring, filled with charming buildings, the town was the perfect place to get away from the turmoil she’d experienced. The photos of the proffered house were just as appealing. A small but sweet two-bedroom, it was perfect for her and an instant longing to live in such a quiet, calm town overtook her. After reading through all the information Jack had provided, and discussing the matter with her best friend Naomi, she made the decision to take the plunge and accept the offer. He’d been overjoyed over the phone the next day when she’d informed him of her decision and had couriered the employment contract to her right away. In less than three weeks, she scrambled to accomplish all necessary tasks and, the previous Friday, had flown to Lake Louise to begin her new life. Driving her newly leased car into Willow Creek, she found the photos hadn’t done the town justice. It was the most beautiful municipality she’d ever seen and she was elated this would be her new home. Even in late fall, with bare trees, the picturesque town was charming and she couldn’t wait to see its true beauty come the following spring. She’d wanted to explore it on the weekend, but between unpacking the container she’d shipped ahead and suffering jet lag, she’d been too tired to do so. When she arrived at the address of her workplace this morning, Jack had been standing outside waiting to guide her to the office. She found it odd that the office seemed to be located on top of a store. It had a separate entrance, in between two storefronts, and, as she followed him up the stairs, she began to question what kind of operation he ran. He’d told her he oversaw an oil-drilling site but an office over a store seemed too low-key for that. Jack held open the door at the top of the stairs and she saw the imprint on it, Tremblay Brothers Oil Drilling Inc. She stepped over the threshold, entered the office, and spotted a single desk, a small waiting area with two chairs and a coffee table, and three closed doors. He’d informed her the desk was hers and then had pointed to the doors in turn, as he identified them as his office, his son Nathan’s office, and a door that led to the lunchroom, storage room, and washroom. He’d then left her to settle in, informing her that the huge binder on her desk was the operations manual put together by Margie, his previous executive assistant, and that it contained all the information Emily would require on her position, the duties of Jack and Nathan, and the drilling operation itself. A half hour later, and several pages into the manual, she’d looked up when the outer office door opened and a young man walked in. She’d known immediately that he was Nathan, as the familial resemblance to Jack was unmistakable. As he approached her desk, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, his dark hair hung carelessly over his brow, he possessed the most wondrous hazel eyes she’d ever seen and he seemed to exude a potent sexuality. He was so stunning, she’d immediately reminded herself that he was her boss’s son and there was no way she would chance her job by hooking up with him. Of course, that was before he’d obviously sniffed in her direction. Now, she found him peculiar and waited to see what he’d do next, watching as he wagged his head a little, as if to clear it. “Sorry, hi, I’m Nathan Tremblay, Jack’s son.” “Emily Dunne.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emily, welcome to our company, and to Willow Creek.” “Thank you. I’m happy to be here.” As he resumed staring at her, she saw his nostrils flare again. She felt uncomfortable, wondering if she smelled bad but knew she couldn’t possibly. Under the onslaught of his intense eyes, she fidgeted slightly, unnerved by his staring. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly as he took a step back, “I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just jarring to see someone new in that seat, Margie was with us for so long.” He smiled warmly. “Are you settling in okay?” “Well, I’ve only been here for a half-hour but, yeah, so far so good.” “Great,” he said with more enthusiasm than she would have thought he felt. “Well, if you need anything, my door’s always open. Literally, actually, I can’t stand to be in closed rooms. Can I get you a coffee? I don’t mind, I’m going to grab one before I go in my office.” “Sure, that would be lovely, thank you. I take mine with cream if you have it, milk if not, but no sugar though.” “Coming right up,” he announced as he crossed the short distance to the door that led to the lunchroom. Watching him walk away, she noted how his muscular body moved beneath the trousers and dress shirt he wore. Strangely, although she found some of his behaviour odd, she felt drawn to him. Indeed, she almost felt sad when he’d walked away from her. Shaking her head, she concluded she was still tired from her long journey or out of sorts with starting a new job. Turning back to the manual before her, she unconsciously rubbed her hand that still tingled where Nathan had touched her. Just before her scheduled lunchtime, she closed the manual, having finished reading its contents. She knew all about the business now, the happenings in this office and in the field office in northern Alberta where Jack’s brother, Derek, ran the oil drilling operation. Margie had compiled a useful and informative manual and done such a great job of it that Emily doubted she’d have to ask Jack or Nathan any questions. She found she wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable being in the office with two men, as she liked them both immediately, even as she still found Nathan’s behaviour strange. When he’d brought her coffee earlier, she was certain he’d sniffed her again. Now, she stood up from her desk, intent on using the washroom before she left for lunch, when Nathan exited his office and cocked his head questioningly at her. “Would you like to have lunch together? I bet you haven’t seen much of Willow Creek and I’d like to show you around, unless you’ve made other plans, of course.” Although the idea of spending time with him was somewhat appealing, she had no intention to date him. Hoping he’d get the message to leave her alone, she smiled feebly. “Sorry, but I’m still tired from my trip out here. I was just going to go home and relax a bit now.” Appearing disappointed, he shrugged stiffly. “Okay, another time then.” He returned to his office and she hoped he wouldn’t ask her out again. She’d signed a three-year contract with this firm and didn’t want to pass that time enduring an uncomfortable working relationship with him.
* * *
By Wednesday, Emily was at ease in both her job and her home. She found she liked Jack and Nathan more as the time passed, Nathan was particularly charming. She’d called her best friend Naomi the previous night to update her on how things were going and had mentioned Nathan. Naomi’s curiosity piqued, she’d asked if there was something between them. She’d assured Naomi she didn’t intend to sleep with her boss’s son but she couldn’t deny her attraction to Nathan. As she prepared to leave for the day, he came by her desk, his eyes gleaming and his skin slightly flushed. When she tilted her head inquisitively, he smiled amiably. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out for dinner tonight, my treat of course. I thought it would be nice to show you the only place in town to meet people. Actually, it’s not in Willow Creek, it’s in Moon Valley, but it’s close. It’s a country bar, called the Joe K. Corral. They have live bands occasionally, but a great DJ when they don’t and the food’s good. I thought it might be a good way for you to meet people here. I know you haven’t had a chance to get out much, considering you just got here on the weekend. So, what do you say?” He seemed nervous and it made her hesitate before answering. A night out sounded like fun and she wanted to see the town, the surrounding areas, and meet people, but she didn’t want to date him. Despite his looks and his charm, he was still Jack’s son and she didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the new life she was building. “I’m not sure,” she began slowly, “I feel a little uncomfortable going out with you. You’re my boss’s son, well also my boss, really, and I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “You think I’m putting the moves on you,” he responded with a nod. “Look, I think you’re beautiful and I enjoy your company but I’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable. We’ll go out as friends, just me showing you the town kind of deal. No expectations, we’ll just go out, have dinner and, if you’d like, dance.” He smiled again and she could see nothing more than friendliness in the gesture. “Yeah,” she responded, “actually, that sounds like fun, I’d love to go, thank you.” “Great,” he enthused. “Then I’ll pick you up at six-thirty, if that’s okay.” “Sounds perfect,” she agreed and he returned to his office after flashing her a warm smile. As she smiled to herself, she reasoned that a night out might be just what she needed. She was still a little out of sorts being in a new place, and not knowing anyone, and thought this evening could change that. Nathan was gregarious, warm, and funny and she had no doubt she’d have a great time tonight.
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Emily wiped under her eyes, laughing so hard at Nathan’s jokes that tears had sprung to her eyes. “Oh my God, you’re funny,” she exclaimed. Glancing at her half-finished meal, he grinned at her. “Are you going to eat that?” “No,” she replied, “I wish, it’s delicious, but the portions here are huge.” “Can I have the rest?” “Sure.” She handed the basket to him, hardly believing he could eat more and finding it strange that he’d eat the remainder of her burger considering she’d bitten into it. He dove into the food and she smiled. “Guess you’re pretty hungry today, huh?” Struggling to swallow the huge mouthful of burger he’d taken, he bobbed his head in assent. “I’m always hungry. I didn’t want to look like a pig ordering two meals for myself, but I should’ve.” Laughing at that, she wasn’t sure where he put all that food considering his trim physique but knew some men had huge appetites. While she waited for Nathan to finish eating, she examined the décor as she’d never been in a country bar before. Walls covered in wood panelling, coiled ropes accenting them, plank flooring and barrels used as table bases met her eyes, along with several other cowboy touches thrown in for good measure. The bar was certainly atmospheric and although she found it riding the line between cool and kitschy, she liked the place, and felt as comfortable in it as she did being there with Nathan. The patrons were almost exclusively male but there weren’t many people present. She suspected that was due to today being Wednesday and reasoned that Friday and Saturday nights saw this place filled to capacity, especially as, according to Nathan, it was the only establishment of its kind in the area. Having her fill of plaid shirts and faded denim, reminding herself she was in a country bar, she turned her attention back to Nathan. Wearing black jeans and a snugly fitting long-sleeved T-shirt, his body was more impressive than she’d imagined it was when she’d seen him in business attire. His pecs and biceps were well developed and the rounded neckline of his shirt allowed a small glimpse of sparse dark hair on his chest. Her eyes roved over his broad shoulders, down his muscled arms to the large hands she watched raise fries to full lips. Driving the image of those lips and hands on her body out of her mind, she stayed quiet while he finished the food and then washed it down with the remainder of his beer, then noticed he seemed to be about to ask her something when the server came by. “Can I get you folks something else? Dessert maybe? More drinks?” she asked. When he looked to Emily, she shook her head, still having a drink before her. As he focused his attention on the server, a friendly, beautiful young blonde woman with a killer body, every man’s dream really, Emily watched him carefully. He hadn’t flirted with the server before but she expected him to, as this wasn’t a date, and the woman was gorgeous. However, he didn’t seem to notice her beauty as he replied to her. “I’ll have a Coke, thanks Jess.” Mildly surprised he seemed to know the woman well, and that he hadn’t flirted with her, she watched as Jess smiled sexily and leaned toward him a little. “Just the one beer, tonight?” “Yeah,” he answered, again without a hint of flirting to his voice, “I’m driving.” Jess straightened up again. “Right, usually you’re here with your brothers and Ryan drives. Well, I’ll bring your Coke and let me know if you and your friend need anything else.” As Jess left, Emily looked over her shoulder to see Jess’s shapely behind sway as she walked away. Turning back, she was surprised to see Nathan staring at her and not at Jess. Apparently, he was completely uninterested in Jess and it surprised her. Jess’s near-perfection had made Emily slightly uncomfortable but Nathan hadn’t responded to Jess at all, even though she’d obviously been flirting with him. “ Jess seems very friendly,” Emily remarked, interested in how he would respond to her. “She’s usually working when I come in,” he answered with a shrug. “She’s nice enough but, in case you actually care, she’s not my type.” Surprised at his answer, it must have shown on her face for he raised an eyebrow as his eyes scanned her upper body before meeting hers again. “You are, though.” Her cheeks heating, she didn’t know how to respond to him. She lacked Jess’s slim, toned body, but she’d never had problems attracting men. She knew she was pretty, and although her body was heavier than the gorgeous server’s was, she had ample curves, with large breasts, wide hips, and a much slimmer waist. Possessing an hourglass figure that she knew plenty of men liked, she was just surprised that Nathan seemed to prefer it to Jess’s more socially accepted form. “Uh ... I ... um ...” she stammered. He smiled as he covered her hand with his. She felt that tingling sensation again, the one she’d experienced when they shook hands on Monday morning and this second occurrence shocked her. Meeting his warm eyes, she saw a definite glint of arousal in them. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, but I am attracted to you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, funny, and caring and I’d really like to date you, but I don’t want to pressure you. I understand your hesitancy considering we work together but you need to understand that, as it’s a family business, we’re a close-knit bunch, well, there’s only the three of us in the office and well, Dad likes you, I know he does. I’m not proposing anything serious, just ... I don’t know, maybe I’d just like to hear you could be open to the possibility. We live in a small town, it’s not so easy to meet new people, and I really am attracted to you.” Wanting to pull her hand away from him before he thought she was interested in him, she also longed to maintain their connection. Although she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, she still thought it was a bad idea for them to be involved with one another romantically. The amorous look in his eyes, however, had her thinking that maybe she could have some fun with him. It had been close to a year since she’d slept with a man and she couldn’t deny the stirring of arousal in her body. “Well,” she began, trying to provide him with an answer, knowing he was waiting for one, “I like you too. I do worry about our working relationship being affected, but as you said, it’s not like we’d have to think this is a serious thing right away, I mean it could just be fun, right? Spending time together and seeing what happens?” A wide smile spread across his face. “Exactly, and speaking of fun, let’s dance.” Standing up, he extended his hand to her. As she took it, that tingly feeling returned and she knew there was a definite connection between them. A moment later, swaying on the dance floor to a slow ballad, her hands on his chest, his on her hips, she felt it strongly and hoped that their night might turn into more than dinner and dancing. His body was sensational and, with how they danced together, she had no doubt he’d be a good lay. Pressing closer against him, she slid her hands over his shoulders to lock behind his neck and his hands cupped her ass. He smiled warmly, thankfully she thought, even though that seemed odd, and then rested his head against hers as they danced. A few hours and a couple of drinks later, she was having the time of her life. They’d danced almost non-stop and she found he was surprisingly light on his feet for a large man. At five-eight and wearing a three-inch heel tonight, she estimated his height at about six-two. His shoulders were broad, his stomach flat and taut, and he was nicely muscled. As the night progressed, she thought more and more about how it would feel to have his large, strong hands everywhere on her body. Returning to their table for a breather, she sipped her drink. Having lost count at this point but reasoning she was drinking her fifth mojito, she was certainly feeling the alcohol, and, although she was dancing and thereby sweating at least some of it out, a warmth was spreading through her, a combination of the drinks and her escalating arousal. Nathan held her hand non-stop when they sat and she loved the attention he paid to her. He was the perfect date and she yearned to sleep with him later. A scowl descending on his face, he stiffened suddenly as his eyes darted to the entrance of the bar. Following his sightline, she saw two men entering, both tall, strongly built, and dark-haired. Upon spotting her and Nathan, they immediately made their way over. She tensed, hoping a confrontation wouldn’t occur, as he was obviously displeased with their arrival, and he seemed to notice her apprehension. “They’re my brothers. I didn’t know they’d be here tonight.” His explanation didn’t quite clear things up for her but he seemed less edgy now and she tried to relax, certain the appearance of his brothers wasn’t a cause for concern. The two men were at their table now, allowing her to see the family resemblance. Nathan stood and she was shocked to see he was the shortest brother. She rose to her feet then as he motioned to the next tallest brother as he addressed her. “This is my brother, Ryan.” Reaching to shake Ryan’s extended hand, entranced by his bright green eyes, she felt that tingle again when their hands touched and was amazed it had occurred with him too. His nostrils flared and he had the oddest look on his face, similar to the one Nathan had on Monday when she met him. Reluctantly pulling her hand from his, she tore her eyes from him in order for Nathan to introduce her to his remaining brother. “This is Scott.” She sucked in a startled breath when her hand connected with Scott’s hand. The tingly feeling was intensified and when her eyes locked with his, she felt lightheaded. Like Nathan, he had hazel eyes, but with gold starbursts around the pupils. His nostrils widened as he visibly breathed in deeply and she knew he, too, was sniffing her, while he stared at her, as if in disbelief. The raw animalistic passion in his eyes captivated her as much as it alarmed her. He appeared about to pounce on her and ravage her. “It’s nice to meet you both,” she managed to squeak out as she attempted to pull her hand back from his, eager to break the connection, her heart thrumming in her chest. He was too virile, and she could swear she felt sexuality flowing off him in jagged waves. He held fast to her hand as he continued to stare at her, apparently intent on maintaining their contact. In the following silence, she could feel the tension between the brothers and saw Ryan and Nathan exchange a knowing glance. Neither looked pleased but both seemed as aroused as Scott did, and she didn’t know what to do. She looked to Nathan for assistance, at this point just wanting her hand back before Scott pulled her toward him, as she didn’t know if she would resist him. Nathan stepped forward and broke the connection, shooting Scott a warning look. Freed, she took a step back under the unmistakable lust that all three brothers felt for her. Confused, her head spinning, she made eye contact with Nathan again. “Um, I think maybe we should—” “Forgive me, Emily,” Scott interrupted, the hungry look upon his face melting into a deep smile, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Your beauty entranced me, but I’m being rude and I apologize. Please, sit. Ryan and I would love to get to know you better.” It seemed a reasonable enough request but she remained unsure. Still, these men were Jack’s sons too, and, in such a small town, she was bound to interact with them. Deciding tonight was a good time to do so, seeing as they were already here, she bobbed her head in consent. Scott held a chair out for her and Ryan retrieved two chairs from a nearby empty table to place at theirs. As she sat, Scott’s hands brushed over her bare arms and she shuddered under his touch. His sexuality was potent and her panties felt a little wet. She caught Nathan shoot Scott another warning look as he sat down in the chair to her side then scooted the chair closer to her, his shoulder brushing hers. Ryan moved to her other side but Scott quickly sat in the chair causing Ryan to take the chair facing her. Three sets of eyes then stared at her as she fidgeted uncomfortably. Turned on and mildly scared, she was unsure of exactly what was transpiring amongst them. Nathan took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly as he smiled affectionately at her. Extremely comfortable with him, she relaxed, and pressed his hand back. Scott huffed and looked to Ryan irritably. Her eyes flitted to Ryan who leaned over the table a little, smiling cordially at her, a hint of seduction in his eyes. “How do you like Willow Creek so far?” he asked. Slinking over her like silk, his deep voice caused a chill of arousal within her and, staring into his stunning green eyes, she fought to answer him without moaning aloud, confused as to how all three men could have such an effect on her. “I like it quite a lot actually. I’ve never lived in a small town before but I’m sure I’m going to love being here.” “You will,” he assured her, “this is a great community and we look out for one another. We’re family here and you’ll be one of us soon enough.” She thought that was sweet, and before long was engaged in conversation with Ryan and Nathan. Scott remained quiet, and although she could still feel the sexual tension from him, she was enjoying her talk with his brothers too much to dwell on it. She found them both easy to converse with and learned quite a lot about the three brothers, all still bachelors. They had a younger sister, Ashlynn, whom they spoke of adoringly. Ryan and Scott owned the bakery in town and that made her smile for some reason. Maybe it was thinking of two huge men making baked goods or maybe it was the thought of them drenched in sweat as they worked in a hot kitchen. Liking Ryan immensely, finding him as friendly and charming as Nathan, Scott’s ongoing reticence was easier to ignore as time went on and she relaxed, enjoying herself once more. Ryan asked her to dance and she agreed. Once on the dancefloor, he was much more aggressive than Nathan had been, holding her close, and grinding against her. She could clearly feel his erection and responded to him, pushing her hips against him, turned on immensely that two wildly attractive men found her appealing. Were she sober, she might be alarmed at the notion they were brothers but somehow it felt right to her. Returning to the table, Nathan led her back out onto the dancefloor and she was surprised to find him mimicking Ryan’s aggressiveness, he too now ground against her, leaving her almost breathless. She soaked up their attention, how could she not, she’d never been fawned over by two gorgeous men at once. Scott took over at the end of the song and although still wary of him, she consented to dance with him. Another slow song had started and he held her close. His erection dug into her and she rubbed against him, unable to stop herself. He was god-like in his looks, easily the most handsome of the brothers and the largest. Sculpted of rigid muscle, his warm body seemed to fit hers perfectly as they danced. She could smell his pungent scent and, his head pressed tightly against hers, she felt him breathe in deeply, positive he was inhaling her scent. Tightening his hold, he ground aggressively against her. His cock felt huge and her pussy throbbed madly. The song ended and he clutched her still, seemingly unwilling to let her go. Rising up on tiptoes, she spoke into his ear, hoping he’d hear her over the music, to inform him she needed to use the restroom figuring that would make him let go. He reluctantly did and she briskly walked away, feeling his eyes on her. When she returned to the table, another drink was waiting for her. As she sipped it, she wondered what the fuck she was doing. Sure, the attention from three stunning men was flattering but the tension between them persisted and she realized they were indulging in some bizarre posturing over her, as if in competition with one another. Tipsy, horny, and now intent on getting laid, she grasped she’d have to pick one and her heartrate kicked up again. Scott was the most virile, the most potent, and truthfully scared her a little. Ryan was the easiest to talk to, gorgeous like his brothers, but also possessing such captivating green eyes, with a powerful sexuality of his own. Nathan, however, made her feel safe and she was most comfortable with him. Uncertain how she found herself in this situation, she sipped from her drink again and basked in the attention of the Tremblay brothers. A few moments later, she was back on the dancefloor with Ryan. She stiffened when she felt someone behind her but then recognized the feel of Scott’s body. He pushed his hardness against her ass, forcing her against Ryan and the feel of two erections digging into her was astounding one moment but frightening the next. She knew all three wanted her but Ryan and Scott were apparently willing to share her. Although the thought of a threesome had always intrigued her, right now it alarmed her. They were large men and, gorgeous or not, she didn’t know them well enough to trust them, not to mention they were brothers. After abruptly sliding out from between them, she quickly returned to the table. Nathan rose at her approach and she looked to him nervously. “I want to go home.” Nodding, he retrieved her coat from the back of her chair and held it out for her to slip her arms through. As she did, his touch on her shoulders was reassuring. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling safe once more now that she was close to him. Ryan and Scott joined them, Ryan looking upset and Scott angry. “You’re leaving already?” Ryan asked, with heavy disappointment in his voice. “It’s getting late,” she answered, “I have work tomorrow.” After placing her purse strap over her shoulder, she looked to Ryan and Scott in turn. “It was a pleasure to meet you both, I’m sure we’ll see one another again.” “You can count on it,” Scott replied. His tone was odd and she wasn’t sure if he was suggesting their future meeting was a promise or a threat. There was a predatory look in his eyes and she stepped directly beside Nathan, who slipped his arm around her shoulders. She swore she heard a low growl from Scott and saw the warning look that Ryan issued as he placed a cautioning hand against Scott’s chest. “It was our pleasure to meet you, Emily, and we look forward to seeing you again.” Ryan’s address was polite, making up for his Scott’s harshness, but his eyes now held a strange look too, as if he was holding himself back as he attempted to quell Scott. “Goodnight,” she managed to say, quietly, and then gratefully pressed against Nathan who led her to the door. Once again, she felt eyes on her and knew Nathan’s brothers were staring at her. She swore she felt Scott’s hungry stare in particular and was glad to get away from him.
* * *
Nathan parked his car in the driveway, quickly rounded it to open the passenger’s door for her, and then walked her to the front door of her house. He was so chivalrous that, turning on the porch to face him, she smiled deeply, shivering in the cold night air. “It’s freezing out,” she remarked. “Wait until winter actually hits, this is warm.” “Ugh,” she replied and he laughed before embracing her. “I enjoyed spending time with you,” he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry if my brothers made you uncomfortable.” If she were sober, she may have tried to talk the situation out with him. Then again, if she’d been sober she was certain the situation wouldn’t have occurred at all. Now, held by Nathan, feeling his hardness, that tingly sensation back, she was horny all over again and unable to dispel the thought that three attractive men were jockeying for her attention for hours. Wantonly, she rubbed herself against his prominent bulge. “Come in,” she whispered in his ear. Leaning back from her, she saw the hunger in his eyes and knew he wanted to fuck her but he tilted his head questioningly. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she purred, “I am.” After receiving a broad smile from him in response, she unlocked the door, entered the house, and held the door for him as he followed her closely. She’d just closed the door behind them when he pulled her to him and his lips covered hers. His reserved behaviour was gone, he claimed her mouth with his, crushing his lips against hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth. As she surrendered to him, to his aggressive passion, he roughly pushed her coat over her shoulders and it, and her purse, hit the floor with a thud. Grinding against her, his lips alit upon her neck where he licked and kissed her tender flesh, pulling some in his mouth and then releasing it to kiss the area again. He began unbuttoning her blouse but then stopped as he touched his forehead to hers to look deeply into her eyes. Breathless under the spell of the hunger she saw in his eyes, she bit her bottom lip and he grinned lasciviously at her. “Let’s do this properly. Where’s the bedroom?”
* * *
Once inside Emily’s bedroom, Nathan ran his palm over his jeans-glad cock as if assuring it that it would find relief soon. He swore he’d been hard since Monday morning and could hardly believe she’d invited him into her house, certain his stupid brothers had blown his chance with her. He knew they suffered as he did, but they’d only felt the pull for a few hours, he’d been enduring it for days, and had been unsure exactly how to proceed. Emily was his mate, he’d known it the second he caught whiff of her intoxicating scent, but she was a human and he had to handle her carefully. If only she’d been a wolf-shifter like him. In that case, the pair would have fucked immediately, he would have claimed her with his bite, and they’d be planning a formal mating ceremony right now. His brothers further complicated the situation. When they’d entered the bar, his heart had dropped for he knew how often siblings had the same intended. Sure enough, as they approached the table he could clearly see that both Ryan and Scott realized Emily was their mate. Nathan cursed the Universe for fucking with him on this one. He already loved Emily deeply and wanted her for himself but had to share her with his brothers. They would be together now, for as long as they lived, and he had to get used to the idea of being in a polygamous relationship as, unlike his brothers, he’d never experienced a multi-partner union. It was common for wolf-shifters, extremely common in fact. He’d also always known that, as he, Scott, and Ryan were triplets, the odds increased that their closeness could lead to them having the same mate. Although not shocked by Scott’s aggressive behaviour earlier, he was pissed his older brother hadn’t been able to control himself more. Ryan and Nathan had behaved properly. With all the boasting Scott did about how he was the eldest, strongest, and would be the next Alpha, one would think he’d be able to rein in his wolf better. Nathan truly didn’t mind sharing Emily with his brothers, they were littermates and it was normal for them, but he was glad to be able to have her now, all to himself, once, before his brothers became more involved. He wasn’t looking forward to the conversation he knew they needed to have with her, where they revealed their true nature and informed her that she was their destined mate, but tonight he could push that aside and enjoy her body alone. As eldest, Scott really should have had this honour but it wasn’t a mandated one, indeed only claiming her first truly owed him. Nathan, being the youngest brother, may have found himself having her last, and so, he was elated now, eager to be with her and intent on savouring every moment he spent with her. Extracting a strip of condoms from his jacket pocket before peeling it off, she smiled at him as he dropped the garment and then placed the condoms on the nightstand beside the bed. “Hedging your bets?” she asked saucily, causing his cock to throb. “A little,” he admitted, “but it never hurts to be prepared.” Unfastening his jeans, he shook his head at her as she began to mirror his motions. “Don’t, please, I want to do that.” Smiling lustfully, she waited while he quickly disrobed and closed the short distance to her. He saw the hungry way her eyes absorbed his naked form and couldn’t wait to see her body, glad she was apparently strongly attracted to him. As a human, she could feel a pull to her shifter mates, but it didn’t always happen. Apparently, she felt the pull strongly, and he was relieved as it would help along the process and, with any luck, make her less resistant to the thought of having three mates. Slowly unbuttoning her blouse, he kissed the flesh he exposed with each button he unfastened. His wolf howled at him to tear her clothes off and take her, but he knew she needed time to warm up to him before he unleashed himself on her. Shifters were passionate creatures and he had to ease her into that lest he scare her away. His heart twisted with the thought of how badly he’d suffer if she rejected him. Denied their mate once found could potentially drive shifters mad. They needed their mates as much as they needed to breathe and he already suffered horribly when not in her presence. With a fleeting thought to his brothers and their pain, he banished them from his mind, intent on tonight being only about Emily. Pushing the unbuttoned blouse over her shoulders, he helped her wriggle out of it and then let it fall to the floor. He then nimbly unhooked her bra, removed it, and dropped it. Admiring her freed tits, he beheld them a moment, the lusciousness of them, full and heavy, the colour of cream with a smattering of freckles on the tops. Her rose-coloured nipples called to him in the instant before his mouth was upon one, pulling its rigid peak between his lips and sucking on it. He cupped her wondrous breasts, feeling their firmness, large enough to spill over his big hands, their weight feeling perfect in his grasp. Caressing them as he pushed them together, facilitating his need to alternate his attention on her nipples, he heard her low moan. Hunched over her, he held his pelvis back, not trusting any contact with her right now. His straining cock threatened to erupt before he could enter her and he concentrated on her glorious tits, sucking her areola into his mouth now, wishing he could fit her entire breast in there. Arching her back, she pushed against him and he growled low in his throat, the delicious aroma of her pussy calling to his wolf. Quickly unfastening her jeans, he grasped the waistband of them and her panties and yanked them down her legs, kneeling before her as he did. She gasped at his sudden aggressive move before lifting her legs for him, one at a time, so he could pull her clothing free from her. He couldn’t take the time to move her to the bed. Her exposed cunt smelled too inviting and he immediately thrust his face between her legs, his tongue finding her swollen clit. As her fingertips dug into his shoulders deliciously, he plunged his tongue into her, knowing he was pleasing her. She moaned, swaying a bit under the onslaught of his roving tongue, and he grasped her ass, holding her in place. Swirling his tongue around her enchanting pussy, he lapped up her juices as his cock throbbed with a longing to plunge into her and pound her mercilessly. His wolf demanded release but he was intent on prolonging his time with her. After all, this might be the only time he’d ever experience her body on his own. He rubbed his face vigorously over her, spreading her wetness on his skin, groaning at the scent of it upon him. His mate had the sweetest cunt he’d ever encountered. She was perfect and she was his. “Nathan,” she rasped, “oh, Nathan, I’m ... I’m going to ...” Feeling her trembling under his hands, he looked up to see her face. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, skin flushed with the pleasure he’d provided, she was a goddess, and his heart soared at the sight. “Come for me,” he rasped, “I want to taste it.” Hearing her answering moan, he was upon her again, now centering his efforts on her swollen clit, rubbing it hard with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She shuddered and gasped and he tightened his hold on her ass as her fingernails broke the skin on his shoulders. The tiny bit of resulting pain felt so good and he sucked on her clit. When she cried out, he rammed his tongue into her slick entrance, feeling her squeeze it. He flicked his tongue around, gathering her cream, loving its taste, desperate to consume every delicious drop. When her breathing calmed and she felt steady, he rose to his feet before her, licking the last of her delectable release from his lips. She opened her eyes and the peaceful look in them had his heart racing again. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed her again. She sucked heartily on his tongue, making his cock swell more. He was unbelievably hard and ached to be inside her. Pulling her body against his, he ground against her, desperate to plunge into her hot cunt. Backing her up until her calves connected with the bed, he then softly pushed her back until she sat on the edge of the mattress. As he reached for a condom, she shimmied to the center of the bed and laid on her back, her legs spread, waiting for him. Sheathed, he settled over her, his cock poking into the space between her pussy and thigh as he propped himself on his bent arms to regard her. Intoxicatingly beautiful, her brown eyes were so warm, her creamy skin, flushed now with her arousal, was flawless, and her long wavy chestnut coloured hair was thick and luxuriant. Overwhelmed by her beauty, he kissed her again, his tongue feverishly swirling inside her mouth, his fingers raking through her hair, reveling in its softness. He kissed her cheek fleetingly and then smiled. “You’re perfect.” Returning his smile, she wriggled her body, trying to line up under him. He knew she wanted him inside her. Her arousal was mounting again, her nipples hard against his chest, the smell of her dripping cunt calling to him once more but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. She’d let it slip earlier that she hadn’t had sex in almost a year and he was worried. He didn’t possess Scott’s monstrous cock, but knew he was large. Emily was his mate, his love, his partner for life and he would never do anything to upset her or hurt her. Locking his eyes with hers, tenderly stroking her hair, he wriggled a hand between their bodies to rub her clit. She ground against him, moaning and wet again, and he pushed a finger into her, circling it, wanting to feel her and her him. “Ah,” she gasped, “I want you inside me.” Keeping a tight leash on his wolf, he fought the urge to plunge into her at her words. “Soon,” he replied soothingly, his voice belying his urgent need. Pushing another finger into her, he circled them both as she panted. She felt hot, wet, and inviting and he swallowed hard as his cock twitched again, as if furious with the waiting forced upon it. He bent his fingers to rub his knuckles against her inflamed flesh, feeling her g-spot swelling under his fingertips. Moaning loudly, she began to buck under him. “Please stop teasing,” she whispered in a husky tone. Unable to wait any longer, he lined up the head of his aching cock with her. Slowly, he pushed the head in and then stopped, grunting as her tight cunt squeezed him, having almost come feeling his beloved mate around him for the first time, and he waited now, composing himself, intent on savouring her before he blew his load. Apparently lacking his patience, she thrust her hips up, engulfing him entirely, her pelvis banging roughly into his. She was so wet that he slipped in easily and he bit his lip hard, barely holding his release back. He pushed her hips against the mattress using his, and set imploring eyes upon her. “Don’t move, please, I want to last longer for you.” As she smiled sweetly at his admission of his waning control, he felt her relax beneath him. Loving her more, he kissed her softly, stroking her hair as she caressed his back. Her light touch was so endearing it tore at his heart, and he could hardly believe he’d found his mate and she was so perfect. Moving slowly, withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained in her, he then smoothly pushed forward. She gasped at the unhurried pace and he could only imagine it was as enticing for her as it was for him. He felt every centimeter of her at this speed and he grimaced with the effort of holding back from ramming into her forcibly. Keeping up his slow movements, steadily increasing her arousal, she matched his rhythm and he smelled her approaching orgasm, her sweet scent invading his nostrils, driving him wild. His balls were tight and the tension in his belly that signalled his imminent climax was becoming painful but he was determined to please her, to make their first encounter perfect. Closing his eyes, he clenched his jaw tightly, fighting his body, especially his wolf that howled within him to pummel her, to reach his release and gain his pleasure. Feeling her hands slide to cup his face, he opened his eyes to find her staring at him. “Don’t hold back,” she told him. Releasing a primal grunt, he let his wolf loose. He slammed into her and she cried out. “Oh yes. Yes!” Encouraged by her reaction, he began to piston his hips, thrusting hard, groaning with the effort. Shoving a hand between them, he rubbed her clit and her eyes rolled back slightly as she cried out again. “Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan,” she repeated, her breath coming out in hard puffs. As he drove into her swiftly, he felt his release travelling the length of his cock. She tightened around him, squeezing him hard as she screamed with the force of her orgasm and he exploded, crying out with the intensity of his. His entire body stiffened as his release shot forth. It felt as if buckets of cum were shooting out of him and he bit his lip again as he grunted loudly. With her shuddering beneath him, he trembled with the strength of his release, gasping for air, his head spinning, never before experiencing such a spectacular climax. When he regained his senses, he began to move slowly, wanting to feel her again. Her pussy clenched him rhythmically with aftershocks of her orgasm and he groaned each time. It was as if her cunt was hugging his cock and he loved it. Beginning to soften, he grasped the base of his cock, over the condom, and left her. He wished he’d been able to come inside her unprotected, desperate to see her belly swell with his growing pups, but he knew he had to wait until she wanted that too. After washing up quickly in the ensuite washroom, he returned to her bed with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned between her legs. “Oh, gosh, um ... I can do that myself,” she said uncomfortably. “It’s no big deal,” he replied with a casual shrug. Truthfully, he wanted to take her into the bathroom and bathe her, gently cleansing her as he touched every inch of her, exploring her slowly and lovingly. His ongoing fear of alienating her prevented him from being too loving right now, even as it nearly killed him to hold back from caring for her physically. Ingrained in him, he felt his love for her so deeply he was certain he’d die if she rejected him. Finished, he dropped the cloth on the floor and then returned to bed, pulling her against him. She snuggled against his side and placed her head on his chest, and, as he breathed in her scent deeply, his heart swelled. His beautiful, perfect mate was in his arms and he never wanted to let her go. Holding her, he bemoaned the fact he’d soon have to share her with his brothers. For tonight though, she was his, and only his, and he treasured every moment they shared.