Callie's Captors [Mountain Men of Montana 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison Page B

her body, then slid his fingers along her leg.
    “I need you so much.”
    She should’ve insisted that they stop. She should’ve grabbed her clothes and dashed away. But it was too late. It had been too late from the moment she’d seen him and his brothers.
    Can I have Raine and Blue, too?
    The exhilarating idea gave her the courage to go on. She’d always been so careful, so responsible in anything to do with sex, but now he’d turned loose a part of her that she hadn’t even realized was caged. She smiled as she pictured a wild animal breaking free inside her. The image of a wolf with fur the color of her hair slashed through her mind and her smile grew wider.
    If only that were real.
    But that was ridiculous. How could that ever be? And yet, somewhere deep inside her, she thought she heard a howl.
    She arched against him, urging him to take her. Cupping his bulging crotch, she closed her eyes and fumbled with his button. If she didn’t get his cock out soon, she’d explode with need.
    She hadn’t made much progress in getting his jeans undone when he surprised her by dropping her back on the quilts. She opened her eyes to find him standing over her, hurriedly stripping his jeans off. He wore no underwear, and as soon as it was free of its constraints, his cock shot out, hard, long, and oozing pre-cum.
    She swallowed and wondered if he was too big. Could she handle a man his size? Whether she could or not, she’d damn well do her best and try. She sat up and pulled off her top along with the sports bra she wore.
    He inhaled, his focus intent on her breasts, and for the first time in her life, she worried that she wasn’t big enough or perky enough. But those fears soon left her as she took in his desire, his gaze skimming down her body, then up again to linger on her breasts before moving to her face.
    “You’re incredible.”
    Had he sensed her worry?
    “Every damn inch of you is incredible.”
    He tugged off his shirt and fell on top of her. His hands skimmed over her, along her legs, slipping to her inner thighs, then teasing her as he touched her pussy then moved over her stomach to take a breast. Bits of amber flashed in his eyes.
    He pressed his mouth to hers again as she clenched his back. She concentrated on the hard, hot flesh searing her palms as she skimmed her hands over all the ridges and valleys of his body.
    Pete gripped her harder, rubbing her clit and sinking his finger into her pussy until she wanted to scream at him to fuck her. Only his mouth on hers again stopped her cries. He lashed his tongue with hers, daring her to try and keep it in her mouth.
    She was about to make good on her scream when he pulled back. He studied her, his finger still in her pussy, yet unmoving.
    “Do you want me?” His voice was low to the point of changing his words into a growl.
    “What?” she whispered. “Can’t you tell I do?”
    She’d expected a chuckle, but he was too serious. His hand picked up a steady rhythm that nearly drove her insane. Her abdomen tightened. She tried to bring his mouth back to hers, but he shook free of her hold.
    “What are you doing?” Her breathing was ragged, showing how much she was on the edge and needing him.
    “I want to look at you. I want to remember the first time we’re together.”
    A groan broke free and she hit him on the shoulder. A girl could only stand so much. “You can look at me later. Hell, stare at me all night if you want. But right now, I need you to fuck me.”
    He flicked his tongue over her nipple all while keeping his eyes locked to hers. “What about foreplay?”
    “Screw foreplay.” She grinned. “No. Better yet. Screw me.”
    He chuckled, the rich sound flowing over her. “Yes, ma’am.”
    She stared in horror at him and struck him again. “Don’t ever call me that again. You got that?”
    “Don’t worry. I hated it the minute it left my mouth.”
    She laughed, happy that he’d had the same thought. “So? Are you going to do it,