Now they'd had sex, everyone would know. Their scents would be mingled. No amount of soap or shampoo could erase the smell of Reese or Charles from Jessica's skin, her hair.
The night was crisp, the air freezing cold, but the sky clear for the first time in twenty-four hours. The snow crunched beneath his paws, a testament to the fact sleet had fallen during the night, coating the packed snow and creating a layer of crispy ice everywhere he stepped.
The air smelled so fresh and clean after a snow. Invigorating. And he ran faster, relishing the time he had to do so.
Questions plagued him. What would his family think? God, what the hell were they going to do about Alyssa? They'd made a promise. She deserved better than what she was going to wake to. As soon as Reese and Charles returned to his parents' house in the morning, all hell was going to break loose. Figuratively.
No one would actually be angry-well, except perhaps for Alyssa-but eyebrows would rise. Questions would fly. Questions he couldn't even answer. Most of them chased him through woods right now, between the trees, over roots, past the brown bare branches devoid of their summer leaves.
He ran hard, and he ran fast, searching for answers. But they hid among the foliage, evading him.
He and Reese now had two women in their lives. And both of them were a giant package of mysteries unsolved. Neither seemed willing to speak. Both were going to be pissed.
Great. With his head hung low, Charles returned to the open window just before dawn. He pushed it open and jumped through the opening before shifting this time.
Now freezing in his human form, he glanced at the two people he would spend the rest of his life with, still lying in the exact same place he'd left them, as though he'd only turned his head for a minute instead of traipsing off through the forest in search of answers for several hours. Even as cold as he was, his dick sprang to attention. Reese had one arm wrapped around Jessica's middle, her breasts pushed high on her chest under his forearm.
He tiptoed past them, careful not to disturb the much-needed sleep he was sure Jessica at least was desperately in need of. With the softest click, he shut the bathroom door and flipped the shower on to its hottest setting. Not bothering with lights, Charles climbed in and let the water run down his body, thawing his freezing limbs.
As soon as his fingers flexed freely, he took his cock in his hand. There was little doubt he'd be horny and hard nearly constantly for many days to come, but at least he could take the edge off for now.
Picturing the look on Jessica's face when he'd first entered her, it took him only a few strokes to bring himself to orgasm, his pulsing shaft sending long spurts of cum down the drain.
*
Jessica was dreaming. She had to be. And the dream was so wonderful she had no intention of interrupting it by opening her eyes. On some semiconscious level she knew it was morning, but still prayed she could hang on to the fantastic dream.
She was naked, deep under the covers, warm and secure. It had to be a dream because she never slept naked. Nor did she sleep wrapped in steel arms with a hard body pressed against her rear. Fingers were grazing over her breasts until she squirmed in her sleep, wishing the dream would get on with it already so she could orgasm.
If the sexy dream man would just let his hand drift a little lower … right there … oh, yes … She arched into the imagined touch, loving how vivid her imagination was this morning.
But then those fingers pinched her clit, and her eyes flew open with the realization she wasn't asleep at all. It hadn't been a dream. The object of her pleasure was staring at her, two inches from her face, a smirk curling up one half of his mouth.
"Reese." She could barely utter the word with her heart pounding in an attempt to beat out of her chest.
"Love." She'd incorporated him into today's wet dream. And a flush stole across her cheeks, heating them all the way to her ears.
"I thought I was dreaming," she mumbled in embarrassment.
"Apparently." He smiled but continued to stroke her beneath the sheets, his finger swiping through the folds of her sex and then twirling around her clit. "It must have been a good dream because you were moaning, practically purring actually, and your soft legs fell open, begging me to explore between them."
Did he have to be so graphic? She was already embarrassed enough. She didn't need a verbal play-by-play of what had just happened in her nearly unconscious state.
"I'm guessing you like this?" He pinched her clit again, making her arch her hips into his touch. Her feet scrambled for purchase.
"Oh." She bit her lip to keep from crying out. He didn't need to know how very much she enjoyed this type of play. She couldn't keep her body from betraying her as she grew even wetter with the pinch of pain.
It wasn't pain exactly but more like intense pleasure. She didn't figure she should like it, and that made her blush even further.
Sure, she'd read about girls who liked a bit of pain, but surely it wasn't appropriate for someone as inexperienced as her. After all, she'd just lost her virginity last night-or early this morning rather. What sweet, innocent girl would respond so outwardly to having her little nub pinched mercilessly after just one sexual encounter? Well, two technically.
She should be appalled.
Reese stared at her, eyes narrowed, a knowing smile plastered to his face. "I love the way you respond to me, hon. Don't be embarrassed. It's natural. Desired even. I want you to react the same way when you are awake as you did a few moments ago in sleep."
Jessica held her breath listening to his frank words.
"The way your body opened to my touch was so sexy." He dragged his fingers to her chest and started over. "When I danced just the tips of my fingers over your breasts, you relaxed into the mattress on your back … "
Please make him stop the play-by-play before I fall through a crack into the earth. It was bad enough he knew what she'd been feeling and thinking. She didn't need it recanted with emphasis.
No such luck.
"When I flicked my thumb over your sexy little nipples, they pebbled and grew hard. Your arms flopped to the sides of your head." He repeated each action as he spoke. This time she remained stiff as a board. There was no hiding the fact his actions elicited the same response awake as they had asleep. But, mentally, she was better able to control her physical response. Okay, not really, but at least the physical response to the physical response. Did that even make sense?
"When I trailed a path down your soft belly toward your pussy, your legs opened, splayed wide, begging me to explore between them." Once again he drew a finger through her slit and circled her clit.
She moaned, undoubtedly in the same way she'd just done while inside the presumed dreamland.
"And when I pinched your sweet clit between my fingers like this"-the man demonstrated-"you shot off the bed … like that." Oh, he was downright smug now. At least what she'd seen of his expression before she'd closed her eyes and let her head roll back against the pillow.
"Did I hear moaning?"
Jessica's eyes flew open once more, and she craned her neck around Reese to see a very naked Charles climbing onto the bed, straight between her legs.
"Don't stop on my account. I like moaning. It makes me hot." He tugged on the blankets now suffocating Jessica. "Way too hot for these," he stated as he pushed them off the end of the bed.
The air in the room felt cool as it landed on her heated skin, her naked, heated skin now exposed beneath the gazes of the two men who intended to claim her.
It was one thing to have let them both take her in the night under the cover of darkness; yet another to have them ogling her now like she was some kind of rare steak.
Hell, they even licked their lips.
Charles hovered over her body, stared into her eyes, and then leaned in to kiss her like a starving man. He didn't touch her anywhere else, which drove her even crazier than if he'd pressed his entire frame against hers.
Reese disappeared; at least she thought he did. She couldn't smell him as intensely anymore, and the bed dipped beside her after she was sucked into the vortex of the all-consuming kiss.
Leaving her panting and breathless, Charles finally pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. "Flip over, baby," he whispered, his voice a deep, hoarse growl as if he had laryngitis. His piercing gaze demanded compliance, even though his words were gentle.
Jessica's clit twitched at his request. She warred between loving the fact he could make her body submit and hating her entire being reacted so easily to his instructions.
Had they been so demanding last night? So dominant? It was subtle. Their words were tender, but their eyes spoke volumes. She shivered, her entire body shaking. She sensed they were grooming her, carefully, cautiously, slowly bending her to their will. And it made her pussy wet. Was she imagining things? It pissed her off she couldn't control her response to their tactics.