Jessica's Wolves(25)

Reese propped up on his elbow, his gaze intent. "If you are, we'll deal with it."

Jessica jerked. "You're in my head."

Charles laid a hand across her belly and rubbed. "True."

"Shit." She nibbled her lip. "It's not for sure, right? I mean, just  because I was ovulating and we had sex doesn't mean I would get  pregnant."

"True," Reese began, "but so what if you are? We're mated now. We would  be delighted. I for one would love to see you round with my child."

"Me too, babe. We'd be right with you. You won't be alone in this. Or in anything ever again."

"Shit," she repeated. "I'm not ready to be a mother." Damn. She gripped  the sheets with her fists and glared at them, their no-big-deal attitude  about her getting pregnant infuriating.

The men flinched at her mental rage.

"Oh, I don't think I like you two in my head." Would she ever have  another private thought again? Jessica pondered the sometimes-intimate  secret things that went through her mind on occasion and shivered.  Lordy.

"Mmm." Reese kissed her on the nose. "You will learn to block us but  hopefully not before we get to hear some of those dirty, private  thoughts."

"Ugh." She groaned. Great. Just what she needed. Two men listening in on her every thought.

The bed dipped next to her, and Charles' warmth disappeared.

Jessica's eyes closed. She was so tired. And incredibly emotional all of a sudden. Too much stress for one weekend.

A warm cloth landed on her thigh, and she just hummed a low tone of contentment. The men spread her legs and wiped her clean.

Reese's head landed next to hers, and he stroked her cheek. "Sleep now. We'll deal with whatever challenges pop up tomorrow."

She didn't need to be told twice. She was only barely aware of both men  snuggling up on her sides and surrounding her with their warmth and  love.

* * * *

Gunshots rang out. Dozens of them. Over and over they fired, making  Jessica jerk with each intonation. She hated that sound. The sound of  death. She curled into a tight ball. Maybe they wouldn't see her.

"Jess." Someone was calling her name. Mr. Gregor? Her neighbor? She  needed to open the door. Let him in. He wasn't the bad guy. But she  couldn't move. She was frozen.

"Jess." The voice was louder this time, and a hand shook her shoulder.  It didn't sound like her neighbor. Had the bad guys somehow gotten  inside? Were they going to kidnap her now? Or worse  …  shoot her like  they'd shot her parents?

Hands were all over her now, and she was naked. Naked?

Her eyes popped open. Her heart pounded, sweat coating her skin.

"Jess, hon." Reese stared into her face.

A dream. She'd had another nightmare. This one had been even worse than the last one.

"You were having a nightmare, babe." Charles' face inched into her view now. He brushed the hair from her forehead.

It was dark. Very dark. Late at night. But she could see perfectly in the dark. Always had.

"Sorry." A shiver racked her body as her fight-or-flight sensation subsided.

"Don't be sorry," Charles continued. "We're here for you. Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. "Same thing as always."

"Do you have these nightmares every night?" Reese laid a hand on her  belly and soothed her. She stilled beneath his touch, relaxing with each  passing moment.

"No. They were getting farther apart. Hardly ever had them until the other night when they started up again."

"You've spent a lot of years overcoming your past. It's understandable.  We are forcing you to drag up emotions and feelings long tamped down."  Charles raked his fingers up and down her arm so delicately she could  barely feel them.

Jessica stretched out between her men. Thank God for their warmth and support.

"Want to go for a run?" Reese stilled.

"What? Now?" Jess stared at him.

"Why not? Sometimes when I can't sleep I shift and tear off into the  night until I wear myself out." His smile melted something in her by a  degree.

"No." Her head shook back and forth as if not even attached to her body.  She wasn't ready for that. Didn't even know if she'd ever be.

"It's okay. No pressure. Just a suggestion," Charles murmured. "Whenever you're ready."

What if that's never?

"Don't worry. You'll feel like shifting one of these days." Charles squeezed her hand and held it.

"Christ, you're in my head." She glanced from one to the other.

Reese chuckled. "Go back to sleep, love." He snuggled alongside her and  kissed her cheek. "We're right here. Nothing will happen to you."

She didn't doubt that. It was so warm and cozy between these men she  couldn't even imagine what a relationship would be like with only one  man. Wouldn't her backside get cold? Or left out?

She smiled at the thought and then jerked when the rumbling gentle laughter of both men shook her.

God.

* * * *

It seemed like only moments before Jessica became aware she wasn't quite  as warm anymore. It was still dark though. Very dark. Too dark. Her  eyes flew open, and she saw nothing.

Her senses went on alert. She could smell her mates. They hadn't gone far. They were in the room. Why was she chilly?

Hands landed on her thighs and drew them apart. She smiled and reached  for the head she knew would be between her legs. Except her hands  wouldn't move.

"Charles? Reese?" Another tug proved her arms were over her head, secured.

"Right here, babe." The words tickled her ear as Charles spoke in his most seductive voice.

That meant Reese was between her legs. Goose bumps rose all over her sensitive skin. "What … "

"Just relax, hon. Let us pleasure you." When Reese spoke, his hot breath  feathered over her clit. His grip firmed on her thighs, pressing them  farther apart. "So sexy." He inhaled. "The second you awoke your pussy  started creaming. You like being tied down, don't you?"

Jess bit her lip. And blindfolded apparently. Arousal surged through her, centering right in her belly. She whimpered.

"That's hot." Charles' mouth landed on hers as he spoke. He nibbled  around her lips and then licked along the seam of her mouth until she  opened up. Panting! She'd never been this aroused this fast.

A tug on her wrists proved she was well and truly tied, her hands  wrapped together in some sort of soft material that proved to be  meticulously and purposefully secure. Each movement heightened her  arousal. Her thighs quivered. But Reese did nothing more than breathe  against her sex, held wide open to his perusal. Was it light?

"It's midmorning," Reese stated. "You were sleeping so soundly we  couldn't resist. And  …  you were too easy. You didn't even flinch as we  secured you to the headboard and covered your eyes." He blew on her,  purposefully. Damn him. "We opened the window when you still didn't even  budge. And it's very bright in here now. Your sweet pussy is  glistening."

As if conjured by his words, a sudden breeze tickled her bare skin. She  realized she was spread out like a feast before them, and they were  gazing at her wide-open sex. Her nipples hardened under the imagined  scrutiny, aided by the cool air.

God, what if someone walks by the window?

Charles chuckled. "I believe that excites you even more. Your pulse rate  just jumped beneath my lips." He licked her neck and then sucked right  over her carotid artery.                       
       
           



       

A sudden firm pinch of her nipple dragged a moan from her traitorous  throat. How could she be so incredibly aroused by being tied down and  blindfolded?

"You're so responsive." Charles sucked the offended breast into his mouth.

Instead of cringing away from the teeth he dragged over her pebbled  nipple, she arched into his touch, demanding more. But just as quickly,  he disappeared.

Jessica released a brief, frustrated exhale, and then her other nipple  succumbed to the same assault, a swift hard pinch, followed by a biting  suction.

In seconds it was over, her wet areolas now rock hard and chilled by the cool air.

"I think you could make her come just by stimulating her nipples. Look  at her clit, poking out from the hood with no help at all." Reese leaned  across her spread thighs with his forearms and made a triangle with his  fingers to frame the area he was so clinically discussing.

Jessica moaned and let her head fall to one side, opposite the side  Charles was on. It was irrational, but somehow she felt she'd hidden  from their intimate gazes by doing so.

Her clit actually throbbed. She could feel her pulse beating beneath Reese's fingers.

Inches separated her nub from his mouth. There was little doubt  considering the warm breath landing on her, flaming her higher by the  second.

She flushed, a warmth that spread across her chest and up her cheeks, to  think of these lovers watching the reaction of her body at so little  contact.