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Jessica's Wolves(6)

By:Becca Jameson


"True." Her giggle lightened the load Jessica had been carrying since  this morning. Kara was the sweetest person she knew. How the woman had  managed to fall into a wolf ménage was beyond her. What were the  chances? And then Lindsey too? It was ludicrous. As though fate were  grabbing Jessica by the neck and shaking some sense into her.

Or cut off her oxygen supply.

"I was just calling to make sure you were still coming over tomorrow. Two o'clock."

Fuck. "Umm … "

"Jessica Murphy, you promised. Don't even think of flaking out on me  now. It's Christmas break, remember? There is no way I'm letting you  stay home alone in that apartment and stare at the television. We are  having a holiday gathering tomorrow, and you are coming." She didn't  even pause. Kara was a talker. She wouldn't stop to breathe until she'd  made her point. "Everyone will be here. Lindsey and Ryan and Alejandro.  Justin and Ryan's parents, Richard and Nancy. You've met them, right?  Their younger brother, Michael. Their sister, Tessa, and her family.  Hell, even Charles is in town. You've not met him. He's been away for  half the year."                       
       
           



       

Jessica sucked in a breath and held it. No fucking way could she go over there tomorrow. "Jess, I-"

"If you aren't here at two, I'll send Trevor and Justin after you." Her  voice had risen. Her mates were formidable if nothing else. "Don't  weasel out of this, Jess. You're family. You're like a sister to me.  Don't give me some crap about being a fourth wheel. Heck, with all those  people, there is no way you could even feel left out. Christmas is in a  few days, and I'm not leaving you holed up in that apartment alone  during this break."

If she flat-out refused, there would be a scene to rival all scenes  right now. If she left town this evening for the holidays, she could at  least straighten her head out at a hotel for a few weeks and wallow in  self-pity before facing the wrath of her friends.

Right now she couldn't even think, so arguing was out of the question.  With the sweetest, most sincere voice she could muster, she muttered her  reply. "You know I wouldn't miss it, Kara. I'll be there. Two o'clock  sharp."





Chapter 5



The pounding on the door was insistent. Jessica stuffed the last of her  things into the suitcase and moaned. Five minutes. She'd only needed  five more minutes and she would have been gone. She had no illusions  about who was most likely at the door.

Shuffling her feet, she meandered down the hall and then peeked out the curtain.

Yep. There they were. Charles and Reese. And they were staring right at  her when she glanced between the curtain and the glass pane.

Not that it mattered. Who was she kidding? She could smell them from the  other side of the door. Obviously her scent wasn't hidden from them  either.

Jess leaned her forehead against the door, panting. Her stomach knotted.  All the blood in her body raced to her center, stirring sensations  she'd avoided her entire life. Feelings she'd never wanted to  experience. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Jessica?" The voice on the other side of the door, just two inches from  her and separated only by the wood, was gentle and concerned. It was  also Reese's. "Can we come in?"

No.

How could she do this? If she let them in, would she have the strength  to put them off? Convince them she wasn't a flight risk, so to speak,  and buy herself another night?

Hell, if she didn't let them in, would they leave?

"We aren't leaving, babe." Charles' voice was almost as calm as Reese's.  The average person would have dismissed it as so. But he'd spoken  through gritted teeth. "Just talk to us. Please?"

Would they beg? She almost grinned. Imagine that. Sweet, innocent,  unassuming Jessica with two wolves at the door begging for her  attention. Not something she'd ever expected to experience, or wanted.

Reese spoke again. "You can't stay in there forever. We can wait you out. But, why?"

Fine. She just wanted to get this over with. It was bad enough she was  about to let down the two women who were both her best friends and her  former roommates, practically sisters, by not showing up at their party  tomorrow. Now, she was going to destroy the natural tendencies of two  men who'd done nothing to deserve this, save fall for a woman as broken  and emotionally unavailable as Jess.

With a slow squeak, Jessica gradually pulled the door open. She didn't  look them in the eye, but she stood back to allow them entrance.

Along with a giant gust of chilly air, Reese and Charles filled the entrance and pushed the door shut behind them.

"We have to talk, Jess." Reese's gentle voice and the use of her  familiar nickname tugged at her heart. Kara and Lindsey must have spoken  of her as "Jess" in front of them.

She flinched, wondering if they'd told anyone about this unfortunate situation yet.

These men hadn't done anything wrong. They were just slaves to the way of the lupines, same as herself.

Charles reached one hand toward her face and raised her chin so he could  meet her gaze. No swift movements that would scare her. His hand came  in front of her in full view. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could  have prepared her for his touch against her cheek and chin, caressing  the skin and sending goose bumps down her entire body.

"We must talk, love." Those barely audible words wafted into her ear  from Reese's mouth, along with his breath. Minty fresh as though he'd  brushed his teeth in the car before approaching her door. How  considerate. And presumptuous.

"I can't do this. I told you  …  earlier."

"Why?" Charles let go of her chin, but the damage had been done. He'd caused her pussy to weep.

"That's my business. I don't want to talk about it." Because I'm scared.  Because I've seen things no human, or wolf, should see. Because if I  never love, I never have to hurt again.

"With all due respect, Jess," Reese began, "I think whatever happens to you is actually our business too."

She gasped and stepped back. Hardly.

She knew enough to realize how these relationships went. Besides the  multitude of problems at the top of her list-having to shift into wolf  form, losing herself to the pull of her first heat, flipping the world  she'd so calculatedly created upside down-there was also the issue of  dominance so prominent in the lupine culture. In a heartbeat, against  her good intentions, these two men could have her beneath them at their  beck and call, begging for their attention.

Shit. Who was she kidding? They'd practically already accomplished that.

"Well, that's where you're wrong." She rose to her full height, at least  average for a woman, but paling in comparison to these brutes crowding  her apartment with their damn pheromones. "I didn't work so hard for the  last twelve years to get out of school, earn my teaching degree, and  find a good steady job, just to toss it all away the first time a pretty  face-or two-shows up at the door."

Both men flinched. In a dance that reminded her of a wrestling match,  the three gradually circled each other-two of them waiting for just the  right opportunity to pounce and go in for the pin.

Charles spoke. "Is that what you think? That we'd strip away your identity?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Of course not, love." That was the second time Reese had called her by  that endearment, and the second time the tingling sensation ran down her  spine when he did. It rolled off his tongue so fluidly, as though he'd  called her that for years. And it pissed her off her body reacted so  positively, affirming his claim, instead of rejecting his overture.

Jessica gave a strangled false laugh.

Confused, contemplative brows met her gaze.

"We have no intention of changing you, babe." Charles reached across the  space between them and let his fingers stroke her arm from her biceps  to her wrist. Two more inches and the act might have elicited the  opposite reaction that it did. Perhaps if he had reached for her hand,  entwined his fingers with hers, she'd have seen the gesture as  equalizing. Instead, especially considering the current line of  conversation, him stopping at her wrist and grasping her-no matter how  tenderly-brought only visions of dominance to her mind. Not equality.  And why did that make her squeeze her legs together? Lupine dominance  shouldn't have this effect. Damn it.

Would he hold her wrists like that while he fucked her into submission?

While she held her breath and glanced at his enormous fingers wrapped  around her wrist, making it appear much more fragile and dainty than  she'd ever considered, Charles pulled her onto the couch.