Chapter 4

FOUR

Evander

Sam’s making more chili since the first couple cans barely tide our drunk asses over. I sit on the couch watching her move around the kitchen. My dick is hard. Her scent is everywhere around me. Flying all day in our dragon forms hadn’t helped my horniness either. The dragon side of me wanted to mount her over and over again.

If only fucking Aydan wasn’t here.

I want to tear out my hair. I want to do some dirty things to her that will leave her begging for more. But I can’t do a damn thing, because fucking Aydan is here.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I say, standing up and swaying on my feet just a little, my pulse racing.

She turns to look at me and smiles, that smile that makes my heart feel full. “Okay.”

“And you two sure as fuck better keep your hands off of each other while I’m gone,” I mutter.

Her brow lifts. “No sex. Got it.”

I ignore Aydan as I walk to the kitchen. She’s stirring the soup in the pot over the burner. I come up behind her and grab her waist, pulling her back so that she can feel my hard erection.

“ O-oh ,” she murmurs, then glances back at me with hooded eyes.

My heartbeat fills my ears. It would be so easy just to pull off her pants and start pounding into her. So easy to fill this kitchen with the sounds of her moaning, and the scent of her arousal.

But that god damn fucking Aydan .

“I need a shower. Now,” I grumble into her hair, then whirl around.

I go into the tiny bathroom and switch on the water, knowing it’s going to be freezing cold. For once I don’t mind though; I need a cold shower if I’m going to get through a night without fucking Sam.

Undressing, I step beneath the spray and hiss, listening to the storm raging outside. It feels like liquid ice is coming out of the damn shower. But the thing is, it does nothing to calm my erection. I use the soap and shampoo in the shower and clean myself up, then continue standing under the spray, not any less horny.

Finally, I decide the hell with it and wrap my hand around my cock. I stroke myself over and over thinking about Sam in all her glory. The freckles across her cheeks, her brilliant red hair, her large breasts, her tiny waist, and her tight pussy. I fist myself harder and harder until I finally come, calming some of the fury inside of me.

Panting, I lean against the shower door, letting my dick finally soften a little. Then, I wash myself off, turn off the shower, and dry off. With a towel around my waist, I go out in search of something clean to wear.

Aydan is there, leaning over the counter, flirting with Sam. He has a big goofy smile on his face that reminds me of Granger every time he looks at Sam. Only, Aydan’s is probably due to the empty bottle of alcohol we’d managed to drown between the three of us.

I’m relieved though. I can’t say I’d keep my hands off of her while he was in the shower. Even though I’m sure she’s the one who shot him down.

His gaze narrows when our eyes meet, and I ignore him as I go to the dresser in one corner and find a pair of new-looking boxers. When I glance up, Sam is watching me, and there’s nothing subtle about her gaze.

My cock hardens once more, and I decide the hell with Aydan and drop my towel. Taking my time, I slowly get the boxers on, but Sam hasn’t taken her gaze off of me, which is exactly what I wanted. Unfortunately, neither has Aydan, and he looks pissed. Probably because my dick is a fucking foot long.

What’s he packing? Not that, I’m sure.

I return to the kitchen and kiss Sam’s neck, putting my hands on her waist again. “Something smells delicious.”

She laughs. “Chicken noodle soup.”

“I wasn’t talking about the soup.” And I wasn’t. Her scent is sweet and intoxicating.

“Maybe let her cook and go find some more clothes,” Aydan says.

Sam’s gaze goes to Aydan. “Why don’t you take your shower now?”

“Is he going to keep his hands to himself?”

I slide my hands over her waist, grinning.

Aydan stands to his full height.

“Shower. Go,” Sam says.

He hesitates, then goes.

When the bathroom door closes, I move my hands over her pussy, rubbing her through her pants. “I think we have time with him gone…”

She gives a breathy little moan. “I’m not doing that to him.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, hard and frustrated.

I try to step away from her, then step back, then away from her, rubbing my hands over my head. It takes everything in me to leave the kitchen area and go back to the living room, where I open the second bottle of vodka and take a long swig of it.

Every movement Sam makes as she finishes the soup and puts it out on the table seems to be an act of seduction. Every time she bends over, I picture myself sliding right into her. When she tastes the soup, her lips are all I can see, and I vividly imagine those lips wrapped around me. When she touches things, I can just imagine her hands on me.

I’m horny and aching when Aydan steps out of the shower… completely naked. He gives me a wink, then struts over to get something to wear. Of course Sam is staring at him, because that’s who this is all about. Sam.

It’s hard not to be pissed though. I’m a well-endowed man. But, of course, Aydan is too. I wanted his fucking dick to be like a shriveled up sausage. Or some lonely cut of meat leftover from making a thin hot dog. It’s not though. It might be a photo finish to see which of us is bigger.

I glare. And glare.

He puts on a pair of boxers similar to mine and then goes to the kitchen to give Sam a kiss while the hail changes pace overhead, getting even harder, even though I hadn’t thought that was possible. Of course he presses himself against her as he does so, and she leans in to him, as if starved for his attention.

I seriously might have to murder this guy and leave his body somewhere no one will ever find it.

“Dinner?” Sam suggests sweetly, looking in my direction.

Adjusting my boner, I get up and head to the table. What follows next is the most torturous meal I’ve ever had the displeasure to be a part of. If I felt like Sam was seducing me before, it’s nothing compared to watching her eat. Soup runs down her chin. She licks it up. Her spoon goes in her mouth, and she moans loudly.

It can’t just be me though. Aydan and I are letting our soups cool as we stare at the little minx who has stolen our hearts. A couple of times, Aydan and I exchange glances. To my surprise though, they’re more about a shared misery than our competition.

“Are you guys going to eat?” Sam asks, frowning as she looks at our bowls.

At the same time, we pick up our spoons and start eating, but it’s hard not to eat like an idiot when I’m busy staring down Sam. The tank top she’s wearing is white and hugs her breasts so tightly that it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are perfectly outlined, probably because she’s cold, but the sight is more than a little tempting.

She finishes and jiggles a little. “There are board games! You guys want to play some when you’re done eating?”

I adjust my hard dick again and swallow around the lump in my throat. “Yeah, playing with you sounds fun.”

Our gazes connect, and I know she knows exactly what I’m thinking. She’s just as intoxicated as we are, which means she’s not exactly subtle when it comes to showing her emotions. And right now, her emotions are all over her face. She’s horny too.

Which is killing me.

I can meet her needs. I can fuck her all night. Maybe Aydan can hide out in the bathroom, or out in the snow, I don’t care where.

My glance slides to Aydan, and he’s glaring at me. Of course. But I ignore him, trying to eat my food quickly. I’m not big on playing games, but I do want to be closer to Sam on the couch. Breathing in her scent. Feeling her soft skin against my own.

“Done,” I say, finishing the final scoop.

“Good boy,” she says, reaching for my bowl.

My hand shoots out and cups her breast as she leans against the table. I fondle it for a second, and she makes a breathy sound, grabbing my bowl and sitting up. I release her, noticing her nipples are even harder.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Aydan tells me, but instead of glaring at me, he’s staring at her nipples.

Not that I blame him.

He finishes his soup and stands, grabbing his bowl and Sam’s and mine. I head for the couch, wanting to stake my spot on the couch next to Sam. But to my disappointment, she follows him into the kitchen and hugs him from behind as he washes the dishes.

“Thanks for helping,” she practically purrs.

“ Uh hum ,” he murmurs, eyes closed as she presses herself against him.

My eyes narrow, and I feel a flash of jealousy, but then I watch her. I watch the way she rubs herself against him, and I know she’s turning herself on. Her scent washes over me, even stronger, and I know she’s wet and ready. I don’t care so much that Aydan is there, just that she is, and that’s a strange feeling.

They finish washing the dishes, and Sam plants a slow kiss on his lips, thanking him again for doing the dishes. I make a note to myself to do the dishes from now on. If only I’d known the reward before. They go to the stack of games in one corner, and she bends down, sorting through them. He positions himself behind her and starts rubbing his erection on her, and I feel my balls tighten. I want to be in that position. I want to be behind her. I want to draw her clothes off and slip into her from behind.

A shudder rolls through me. How much longer can this go on?

They select a random game, and it goes down on the coffee table next to the bottle of vodka. But before we can start playing, she stands and bounces a little. Both our gazes snap to her breasts.

“I’m going to shower, then we can play.”

“It’ll be cold,” I tell her.

Her gaze darts between us. “I could use a cold shower.”

She goes to the drawers and pulls out some clothes, then goes to the shower, leaving us to think about her words. Our woman needs a cold shower. She’s turned on. And we’re here, just sitting, waiting, with our dicks ready to go.

“I hate you,” I tell Aydan, as thunder crackles directly above us.

“The feeling is mutual,” he grumbles, then adjusts his erect dick.

After a minute, he groans, “Seriously, go for a flight.”

“You go for a flight,” I toss back like a child.

His blue eyes focus on me. “You know, she’s had us both on the same night before.”

The words roll through my mind. She has. Sometimes within hours of each other. The only difference now is that we’re in the same room, so we’d see each other with her. I don’t think I could do that… I mean, I couldn’t. Could I?

No, no, watching him with her would be brutal. But then… he’d have to watch me with her too. The idea should bother me, but I kind of like the thought of him seeing just how good I am at making Sam come. I bet the asshole would even pick up a few tricks. I’d be doing him a service by teaching him how to be better at sex.

My gaze goes to his. “You’d learn a lot from me.”

He snorts. “Please, you’d be writing down notes so fast your wrist would hurt more than it already does from beating it all the time.”

“Like you don’t beat it to her,” I scoff.

The shower stops. Our gazes are focused on the door. A few minutes tick by and then she emerges wearing her tank top and a pair of boxers. And, fuck me with a dry broom handle, she looks amazing. Her hair is wet and laying loose around her shoulders, and her white shirt is drenched, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Aydan crosses his legs. I try not to smirk, because I imagine his blood has pumped south just as hard as my own. The boxers she’s wearing do nothing to hide her long, incredible legs, and I’m starting to imagine so many dirty things that I may come from just staring at her.

She runs a hand through her hair, then licks her lips. She can probably scent our arousal. And from experience, that probably turns her on.

She crosses the room and comes to sit between us on the couch. She leans down, the front of her shirt dipping as she does, and snags the bottle of vodka next to the game on the table. She drinks a generous amount, then offers it to me.

I take the drink, drinking heavily, hopefully enough to numb some of my arousal, then hand the drink to Aydan. He drinks too, and the buzz I was feeling grows into a roar. We’re getting smashed, and I don’t mind one bit if it gets me through tonight.

The soldier in me knows we’re safe. No one, dragon or human like, could be out in this storm. For once, I can relax.

“So,” Sam says, “the game…”

I barely pay attention to the rules, overwhelmed by the scent of her desire, and by the pure sight of her. My hands itch to touch her. My cock twitches, needing to be inside her, and I start to care less and less about Aydan and more and more about getting into her pants.

The game begins. We drink in between each person’s turn. My head begins to sway. We’re all laughing a little too hard, and my blood continues to pump hard in my dick.

“You suck at this game.” Sam giggles, turning to me.

I reach over and squeeze her nipple, making her gasp. “I’m better at other things.”

“Not as good as I am,” Aydan says, grabbing her other nipple.

Her jaw drops. “Enough of my breasts!”

In response, I push my hand into her tank top and start touching her bare skin, rolling her nipple between my fingers. But that fucking Aydan does the same thing, looking confident as hell, like he has every right to touch her. Which, I guess he does, because Sam allows it.

She shoves our hands away and leans forward again, grabbing the alcohol and drinking. Only, this time, she manages to spill all over her chest. She groans and starts trying to clean it up with her fingers, but it’s like something breaks inside of me. I shove her hands away and lean forward and start licking the liquor off. But when I’m done, I don’t stop. I pull her shirt down and start sucking on one of her nipples.

Some part of me expected Aydan to lose his mind. Instead, when I glance up, I see him kissing her. And for some reason, I don’t give a fuck. As long as I’m the one buried inside of her tonight.

Hell, I guess I can share.