Jenna Stewart
What's better than one hot man? Two!
What's better than one hot man? Two!
Candi Graham, a Were in the midst of her mating season, needs sex in the worst way. Trouble is, Men-Edge is a small town. She can't ask any of her neighbors to help her out in the way she needs. As though in answer to a wish, two strangers suddenly appear, and they're more than willing to give their all to help calm her inner wolf.
Joe Peterson and Shaun Travers, two Were from back East, arrive in Men-Edge separately in the middle of an early blizzard. The town is far from civilization as they know it, but there they meet a beautiful she-wolf who is in the throes of her season and needs sex—lots of it. As Casanovas are known to do, they think they will have a little fun and go their way, leaving the girl and any troubles behind. None of them imagined a murderer in their midst or the bonds that mating would create.
“She tightened her legs wrapped around his waist and took his lips in a fiery kiss. He filled her to her limit, and then pushed a little more. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart raced. She thought she’d die if he moved again—and then he did.
“That was the moment of truth. He was here. He was hers. And she’d never let him go again.”
The silence in the room deafened him for a moment, and then applause banished the quiet. Shaun Travers leaned against the back wall of the bookstore meeting room and watched the woman he employed to "be" him smile at the standing ovation and bask in the glow of another successful romance novel by Randi Long.
“That could be you up there,” his agent muttered to him. “Should be you.”
“I don’t need the publicity or want it, Mike. As soon as I open that can of worms, my life is no longer mine.” And it needs to be mine.
“You make it sound like you’d be a movie star. No one pays attention to authors.”
The stand-in held up her hands to quiet the crowd who had come to hear a reading of Shaun’s latest novel as Randi Long. “Are there any questions?” she asked the standing-room-only crowd.
“Besides, she enjoys this too much to take it away from her,” Shaun responded in a low voice. “She told me once that people stop her on the street and ask for her autograph. They recognize her from the back of the book photos, so don’t tell me no one cares about authors.”
“For one percent of your royalties, she probably wears a sign on her back that says, ‘Romance author. Ask me about my latest book.’“
“When is your next book coming out?” asked a woman in the front of the room.
His alter ego looked surreptitiously to the back of the room, to him. Shaun shrugged. “I don’t know exactly,” she said. “I need a rest from writing every now and then.” She winked at the woman. “All that romance research takes time, you know.”
“I hope you’ll think of me and all the rest of us who live through your books, and don’t make it too long.”
“You”—“Randi” held out her hands—“all of you are my muses and my inspiration.”
“That might have been a bit too much,” Shaun said under his breath. He pushed away from the wall. “I’m outta here.” He started for the door that led into the bookstore where almost every woman in the room would buy a copy of his book to be signed by “him.” His agent hurried behind him.
“Shaun, where will you be? I have a lead on a movie deal for Snow on the Desert. If they buy it, there’s a possibility they’ll buy the whole series. I have to be able to reach you.”
Shaun walked past two women. One said, “Randi Long is in there. Buy a book and we’ll get her to sign it.”
“Randi Long? Oh my God, I love her work. I heard once that she was a man.”
“No way,” the first woman said. “No man understands women well enough to write romance that good.”
If it was his picture on the backs of his books, he would miss the anonymity he enjoyed. He wouldn’t be able to walk through bookshops, or stroll the farmers’ market in the small Virginia town where he lived. Or buy a yacht, without all kinds of publicity. People would follow him around, watch him, and paw through his trash like groupies. That wouldn’t do.
“I’m going to drive to Seattle the long, slow way,” Shaun told Mike. “It should take a week or more. That’s as long as you have to get hold of me. After that, I’ll be on the high seas.”
He stopped at a table and picked up a new book by Neville Jones, one of his favorite writers. He didn’t like most paranormal werewolf stories because they were so laughably wrong. But Jones’s tales were close enough to reality that he could be a wolf himself. Shaun would love to meet the man and compare lifestyles. But Jones was even worse than Randi Long. No one seemed to know who the writer was. His books took place out west, in states like Montana and Wyoming, but Jones could live anywhere, be anyone.
“How will I reach you then?” Mike persisted in asking.
“I’ll phone you from every port of call. Should be a couple times a month.” Taking cash from his pocket, he took the book to the checkout line.
“I can’t wait like that. I have to strike while the iron’s hot.” Mike followed him to the front of the store. “Besides, it’s not safe for you to be on the high seas all alone.”
“I like being alone.” Between deadlines on the book he’d just turned in, the clamor of his publisher for the next book, and now this movie deal, he was going crazy. He wished more than anything for a few weeks far away from anyone.
“I hope to hell you know what you’re doing,” Mike groused. "Despite what you always say, it's not always all about you.
Shaun laughed. “Look at it this way,” he said as they left the store. “With all that time on my hands, I’ll get one or two books written. Meanwhile, you have Ms. Stand-in to make publicity rounds.”
Mike sighed. “At least paying her a percent means that she works hard to sell your books.”
He slapped Mike on the shoulder. “See? We all win.”
“When do you leave?”
They stopped at Shaun’s late model silver Hummer. “I’m heading out now.”
He climbed behind the wheel, started the engine, and rolled down the window.
Mike leaned in. “Stay in touch. Be careful, for God’s sake. I still have a mortgage on my house.”
Shaun smiled. “Trust me, Mike. I promise. I won’t get lost.”
Shaun grasped the front of her blouse and tore it into two pieces which he pulled off her arms. From behind, Joe unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor. She stood before them now with nothing on but her bra and thigh highs. And those damn, beautiful earrings.
“Gorgeous,” Shaun said. “But you’re still wearing too much.” Joe unhooked her bra and Shaun pulled it down and dropped it to the floor.
“I think we should leave the thigh highs. They’re sexy as hell,” Joe said.
“I agree,” Shaun said. “How about her heels?”
“Yes.” He brought the shoes to her and she stepped into them.
“Happy now?”
“Not by a long shot,” Shaun said. “Not until I’m deep inside that gorgeous body of yours.”
She held out her arms. “What’s stopping you?”
Joe squeezed her butt. “We want to play.”
“We want you to submit.” Shaun removed his tie and fit it over her eyes. At the same time, Joe pulled her hands behind her back. Softness touched her skin but the slight sound of metal on metal told her he’d secured them with handcuffs. She tugged at their restriction and found them to be not too tight.
“What do you want me to do?”
“What do you want to do?” That was Joe, whispering in her ear.
“Blow you.” The vibration from her ass spun through her. Her pussy leaked her fragrant arousal and she had a terrible need for a man to be inside her in some shape or form.
“I’ll watch,” Shaun said.
Candi dropped to her knees. Sensing one man moving off and another moving in front of her, she opened her mouth. Joe grasped the back of her head and guided her to his cock. It was thick and long and hard as steel, and she greedily sucked him in. He pushed hard, invading her mouth and touching her throat. She ran her tongue along his length, tasting him. He was tangy and hot. The spiciness of the drop of cum that leaked into her mouth spurred her body to one of those rolling waves of heat. His intensity had lessened from when they first approached her, but her hunger for them hadn’t.
She pushed forward and pulled back. Inhaling, she filled her nostrils with his scent. She leaned forward, scraping her nipples on his thighs, swirling her tongue over the rough skin of his cock. Her breath caught. She wanted him to come. She wanted to swallow his essence, to feel him lose control while deep in her mouth.
Suddenly he did, pulsing hard and shooting his cum down her throat. She took all of him, swallowing involuntarily but wanting even more. Her wolf howled. Joe pulled out and Candi was lifted into the air. When she landed, it was on Shaun’s lap, facing his broad chest and fitted over his straining cock. He pushed up while the vibrating plug in her ass slipped into high gear. Joe must have had the controls because Shaun’s hands both firmly gripped her hips, pulling her up on his cock and then pushing her down.
Fire rushed through her. With Joe’s flavor covering her tongue, her ass alive with the feel of the butt plug, and Shaun’s cock stroking her pussy into flames, she erupted in an explosive orgasm.
When she regained her breath, she found herself on the sofa between Joe and Shaun. Her hands were free, her eyes clear. There was no movement, no sound. Only the scent of their sex hung in the air. Even her wolf was tamed and quiet.
“So, after all this,” Shaun said, “you’ll submit the next time we ask you to do something.”
Joe laughed. “I have my doubts.”
Candi smiled. “As well you should.” Resisting had been too much fun.
