Page 137 of Strays
Three days before the trial, reporters show up at our house. We try to ignore them, but sometimes it’s impossible. One morning, Shane’s taking out the trash when a reporter ambushes him on our front lawn.
“Agent Larsen, do you think hitting a human was justified?”
I hear Shane’s voice from the living room, low and dangerous. “Get off my property. Final warning.”
Bree Sorensen, on the other hand, is having the time of her life. I’m pretty sure she approached the press herself; how else would they know she was willing to talk? She gives a dozen interviews to nearly every channel. Talks like she knows us, painting us as feral and Jo as some kind of nymphomaniac.
It makes me so mad I call Jayme, ready to make a public statement. But he strongly advises against it, so we clench our teeth and take it.
The day before the trial, Bree’s right outside our house giving another interview when we leave for Bridgeport Airport to pick up Jo’s uncles. I squeeze into the front seat of the F-150 with Jo while Shane and Jay take the Bronco, so we can split her uncles’ pack between both cars. We’re followed again the whole way, different car this time.
Her uncles hug her tight when they see her, all three at once, then shake our hands with firm grips.
They’re serious. I can’t tell if that’s just who they are or if it’s the looming trial, the chance we might be arrested tomorrow.
Still, they talk a little, at least with Jo.
“We wish you weren’t going through this, kid,” says Jean, the pack leader, from the back seat as I drive. “But at least you’ll be with us. My folks would get to spend a few more days with their granddaughter.”
As they talk, I catch sight of the same car trailing us. When we arrive backhome, it parks across the street, two houses down.
Jo’s uncles sleep in our sleeping bags in her office. As soon as we say good night to them and close the door to our room, we’re on her, our chests humming so loud I’m sure her uncles can hear it. Jo is just as hungry, her spiced scent burning down my throat like fire.
We undress her so fast she loses her balance, but Shane catches her before she can fall into the nest. His eyes are already dark, rut hitting him hard even though he’s barely touched her yet.
She drops to her knees, back arching, Shane’s cock brushing her ass as it twitches. Jay and I kneel in front of her, each of us kissing one side of her neck, her shoulders, one of her breasts, while she wraps her hands around our cocks, stroking us with eager fingers.
Shane slams into her in one brutal thrust, and I see the strain in her face as she fights to stay silent.
I reach down between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow, teasing circles, watching her body tremble and her expression tighten as she tries not to cry out. My world shrinks to her: her scent, the softness of her skin, the pressure of her hand on my cock, the way pleasure coils higher with every stroke.
She tenses. I feel it in her legs, her hips, the way her breath shortens. She’s close. I press harder, rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. Shane starts to grunt loudly, lost in rut, but Jay clamps his mouth shut with a firm hand to keep him quiet.
Jo squeezes my cock so tight I nearly lose it, but I breathe deep, forcing myself to focus.
And then, her whole body convulses as she comes, almost completely silent, just a little whimper slipping out. Shane follows her, knotting deep inside with a groan that Jay keeps trapped with his hand.
I keep stroking her through the aftershocks, holding her in place and kissing her until Shane’s knot deflates, and he pulls out. When he collapses in the nest, Jay is behind her in a second, thrusting hard, pupils blown wide.
I can’t wait anymore. I want to be inside her.
“Give me your mouth, love,” I whisper, gripping the base of my cock.
She lowers to all fours and takes me between her lips, hot and wet and perfect. I bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet as Jay’s thrusts rock her forward, taking me deeper. He reaches around and works her clit again, and I feel the moan she can’t make vibrate around me.
I try to hold still, but I can’t. I thrust gently, matching Jay’s rhythm. She opens her eyes and looks up at me, those pitch-black eyes full of hunger, and I give in. My control slips and my hips roll. The pressure builds too fast, but I don’t want to finish like this. I want all of her, so I force myself to hold back.
I’m already losing the battle when she breaks again, her body jerking as another orgasm hits. Jay follows, shaking silently as he knots her. I stay frozen,every nerve on fire, and mercifully, she freezes too, mouth going still around me, eyes closing and back arching as Jay spends himself inside her.
When his knot finally softens and he eases out, I lift her and lay her on her back in the nest. Then I let the rut take me, sinking into the fog of pleasure. I slip my hands under her hips, tilt her just right, and drive into her in one deep motion, bottoming out and filling her completely.
It’s bliss, pure and raw.
I stay buried in her, breathing her in, feeling her all around me. Then I move, slow at first, then faster, harder.
It doesn’t take long for any of us. As soon as I reach for her clit, she tenses around me. I kiss her hard as her walls squeeze me, getting tighter and tighter, the pressure at the base of my cock unbearable now. Then I feel her silent release, her walls fluttering and pulling me even deeper as she shakes beneath me.
My release hits me, all that pressure breaking loose as my knot swells, pleasure crashing through me. We stay like that, kissing through the throbbing knot until I feel blissfully empty and my knot softens enough to slip out.
