“You’re engaged?” Holy fuck, I wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known. I didn’t see a ring on her finger.
She shook her head. “No. God, no. I left the party. The club. The state. I’m not marrying Chester. He’s not really a boyfriend.”
“Why not?” I wondered. Shifters didn’t have boyfriends or girlfriends. Maybe there was something to this human behavior I didn’t understand.
“Because he never once made me feel the way you two do,” she admitted.
Fuck. My dick spurted pre-cum knowing that she found pleasure in our kisses.
I spared Cord a glance as he pulled the truck into the garage. Night had fallen, and I could see his face with my night vision. His jaw clenched as his gaze met mine.
I’d barely met the guy but I could read his mind. This was right. Rachel was our mate. No wonder she’d felt something with us and not the fucker from home. She may be a human, but we were the males for her. No one else.
“Do your parents know where you are?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Not yet. It’s only been a few weeks, and I need to take some time to figure out what I want, not what they want me to be.”
“What’s that?”
She shrugged. “A country club wife to Chester. Mother. Charity organizer. Pretty much: my mom.”
“You don’t want that?”
“A mom, yes. Someday.” Cord stiffened as she spoke. “The rest, no. But I don’t know exactly what I want either. I’ve let them dictate my life for so long, I didn’t even notice why I was so unhappy.”
“What do you want?” Cord asked.
“This.” She bit her lip. Her cheeks flushed prettily once again. I wondered what other places were that pink color. “I want to live a little. Experience it on my own terms. The tips I made at the diner is the first money I’ve ever earned. It feels good to stand on my own two feet, even though I’m a terrible waitress.”
Cord laughed. “Rachel works at the diner on Main,” he explained. “We met earlier when she—”
“I spilled a glass of water on him.”
“Ice water,” he clarified. “A good thing, too, because my dick was so hard for you.”
She gasped and whipped her head around to stare at him. He nodded.
“Like now. But I don’t want it to go down. I want you to stroke it. Lick it. Suck it. Maybe even fuck it.”
She shivered, even though it was far from cold in his truck. I took a deep breath, not only because I wanted exactly what Cord had said for myself, but to breathe in her scent. It was different now. Darker. Richer. Fuck, she was aroused.
“Are your panties wet, beautiful?” I asked, reaching up and stroking her hair. I couldn’t help touching her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
Over her head, I eyed Cord. Yeah, we were in agreement. Time to move this out of the truck and make our mate scream until she was hoarse.
I was strangely and fiercely proud of the three of us. Rachel had known her life wasn’t as she wanted it and left, seeking more. Well, she’d found it.
“Good.” I took her hand and set it over my dick. Her eyes flared as she felt how hard I was through my jeans. “I never felt like this before either,” I said. “I know you asked how this works, but I’m new to threesomes too. I’ve never been in one. This feels right though.”
Cord didn’t look like he was sweating bullets. Except, he knew about the Two Marks way. On full moon runs here, did two shifters fuck a female together? For fun and to let off steam, like I did solo? Had he done this before or were we all going to be fumbling?
Cord turned off the truck and hopped out. “Let’s go inside.”
She gave him a dazzling smile, then nodded.
Cord turned and stared at us. I blinked, realized I was being a dumbass. Rachel couldn’t easily slide past the steering wheel. I got out on my side and held out my hand for her to take.
The feel of her fingers beneath mine sent a zing right to my balls. I saw the bandage on her hand. “What’s this?”
She gave it a glance, then rolled her eyes. “Nothing. Just a little cut because I’m clumsy.”
I didn’t like to see her injured, even in the smallest of ways, especially since she didn’t heal like shifters. But if she played it off as nothing and Cord wasn’t looming over her in doctor mode, I let it go.
“Come here, beautiful. I need another kiss.”
She wrapped her arms about my waist and tipped her chin up. I loved the open invitation, and put my mouth on hers. I growled at her sweetness.
I cupped her butt and lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I didn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t. Hell, no.