Amanda's Wolves(115)

“How do you know that?” Amanda had never been more confused, and that was saying something since she’d been nothing but disoriented since she met this rowdy group.

“Because Jackson Wolf is.”

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Six hours later, Amanda crawled into bed exhausted and still confused. “Explain this to me again,” she asked Logan and Sawyer.

Sawyer’s forehead had been scrunched since he’d returned to the house two hours before. “I don’t think there are words.”

Logan looked about the same. “Yeah. I’m shocked. Every single one of us Masters is mated to a Bartel-Hamilton and then Sharon finds out she belongs to a Native American human?”

“At least she knows, right?” Amanda asked, tucking herself against Logan’s side and wrapping her arm across his chest. “Maybe that’s why Cooper hasn’t found the need to visit. It wasn’t about him.”

“It would seem you’re right.” Sawyer spooned her from behind and wrapped his arm around her middle so his hand landed on hers over Logan. “It’s shocking is all.” He kissed her shoulder. “Tell me why you’re wearing this tank top?”

She rolled her eyes against Logan’s chest. “Because we’re having a discussion, and I find it difficult to speak to either of you and be heard when I’m naked.”

Logan chuckled, the vibrations shaking her cheek. “Well, let’s stop talking about my sister and her human mate and make better use of our time.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her over the top of his body so she straddled his torso.

Two seconds later Sawyer tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it.

Logan cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until she was instantly completely aroused.

After six months, she was surprised at how often and how quickly she still went from zero to needy. Every day. At least once. Usually several times with one or both of them. And she wasn’t sorry.

Logan inhaled deeply. “You’re ovulating,” he groaned.

“Can we—” Sawyer began.

“No. We cannot,” Amanda interrupted. “I’m taking my cues from Melinda. I want to enjoy you both for a while longer first. Rebecca looks like she hasn’t eaten or slept most days, and Laurie is hardly better off with just one baby.

“Plus, I’m working full time. And I love my job. So, no. Suit up or don’t enter.” At first the men had pulled out when she was ovulating, but she’d put an end to that fast. It wasn’t effective enough in her opinion.

Sawyer tapped one of her legs, and when she lifted it, he eased her panties down and tugged them over her thighs, knees, and heels until they were gone. She felt like she was playing Twister to get them off. He leaned across the bed and grabbed a condom from the nightstand to set it on Logan’s chest. Next he grabbed the lube and set it somewhere out of sight at his side.

Logan groaned again. “Hate those things.”

Amanda met his gaze. It was hard to concentrate on this serious subject with his hands still molding her breasts. “Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered.

She tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering as Sawyer wrapped a hand around her from behind and instantly found her clit. “You’re so sexy when your body is flushed and you can’t control your hands anymore.”

She glanced at her palms where they lay flattened against Logan’s chest. Sawyer was right. She had no ability to function when they had four hands on her. “Sorry,” she whispered, trying to lift one hand with every intention of stroking it up Logan’s chest.

“Don’t be.” Sawyer set his free hand on top of hers, kissed her ear, and drew circles around her clit. “I said it was sexy. I meant it.”

Logan released one breast to grab the condom off his chest. He tore it open with his teeth and tugged the rubber from the wrapper.

Sawyer eased his hands around to Amanda’s hips and lifted her a few inches to scoot her backward until Logan’s cock sprang free in front of her pussy.

Seconds later, Logan had the condom in place, and Sawyer lifted her by the hips again to line her up with Logan’s length. As he lowered her onto his cock, she moaned. Still so tight. So perfect.

Sawyer pressed her gently between her shoulder blades to ease her over Logan’s chest, forcing her to move her hands to Logan’s shoulders.

The instant Sawyer teased the entrance to her rear hole with one lubed finger, she closed her eyes and arched her chest forward.

So good.

Every.

Single.

Time.

It always felt like it was the first time. And she was the luckiest woman alive. She easily relaxed her tight muscles as Sawyer pressed one finger into her and then two. He scissored them while Logan held her waist, his thumbs stroking the sides of her breasts where they hung above him. “Let him in, baby.”