Amanda's Wolves(29)

“Amanda…”

“Baby…”

She froze. The men of her dreams never spoke to her. Her dreams never had voices…

Suddenly, she realized the hands on her body were her own, and she bolted awake, gasping as it occurred to her she had kicked the covers off and lay masturbating nearly naked in an unfamiliar bed in Laurie’s house.

She yanked her hand out of her panties and released the breast she was squeezing with the other hand.

Keeping her eyes shut, she lay flat on the bed for several seconds, breathing in deeply to get her bearings. Her skin was so hot, sweat had beaded to run between her breasts and behind her knees.

The dream had been more intense than ever before. Lord.

Without opening her eyes, she started to sit up, thinking she could find the covers and get back to sleep quickly.

But she came up short when she bumped into something warm and unmoving.

With a small yelp, she opened her eyes and bolted upright.

She took in the room in a flash of adrenaline. Sawyer sat on one side of her and Logan on the other side.

Flames licked up her neck and face. “Oh. My. God.”

Sawyer spoke first. “Sorry. This wasn’t planned.”

She yanked her gaze to Logan as he continued. “You were moaning so loudly… We could hear you through the wall… And we…were drawn in.” He ran a hand over his face. His eyes lowered to her body.

Shit. Her boobs. With fingers that barely received a command from her brain, she fumbled with her tank top and yanked it over her exposed chest.

She could not have been more mortified.

She squeezed her legs together, which did nothing to stop the tingling around her sex or the ache growing in the pit of her stomach. She had woken up sweating and horny before—several times in the last month in fact—but never to find the stars of her dream in 3D in her room.

Maybe she was still dreaming.

God. Please let that be true. Any other option was mortifying. So she sat very still, trying to control the urge to shake violently while glancing back and forth between Sawyer and Logan.

Logan lifted one hand and stroked his fingers down her face. She leaned into the touch as he cupped her cheek, letting her eyes close.

A dream. It had to be. Please, God, she pleaded again.

“You are so very sexy,” Sawyer stated on her other side. His voice was rough and low.

Her face heated further.

“Please don’t be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal. The pull. The need. The arousal,” Logan whispered.

Sawyer’s hand left her face to trail down her neck and across her shoulder.

She took a deep breath and held it, her breasts rising with the action. A glance down showed her what she knew to be true. Her nipples were erect and poking through the thin layer of her skintight shirt. Why had she chosen white? And why had she removed her bra when she went to bed?

Hell, if she’d kept her jeans on, she wouldn’t have been caught asleep with her fingers inside her panties.

She flinched when Logan set a hand on her thigh. “Your scent is intoxicating.” He breathed in deeply and leaned closer.

Her pulse sped up, and she held her legs tighter, pinching off the need, or trying to anyway. She’d been so close to orgasm it was hard to fight back.

She groaned and hung her head lower. What was the matter with her? The need got worse by the second. A losing battle.

Logan stroked a hand through her tangled hair. “It’s going to be okay. Lie back, baby. Let us make you feel good.”

She stiffened. Two men had just seen her naked, well almost naked. Both of them at the same time. How had she found herself in this situation?

Unable to remain seated without toppling, she lowered herself onto her side, facing Logan, and curled into a ball with her hands pressed between her thighs. “Please… I’m mortified. Can’t you both just leave?”

“No. Not really,” Sawyer said. He stroked the skin of her arm as he spoke.

Goose bumps rose. She closed her eyes tightly again. “It’s too much. I can’t think.”

“Just relax,” Logan said, his hand reaching out to stroke up and down her leg. “It’s perfectly normal to feel the way you do. And we’ll do everything we can to make this transition as easy as possible. But please don’t ask us to leave. Your scent fills the entire house. Your arousal is teasing us to the point of insanity.”

She took deep breaths. This was not a dream. Dammit. And every time she inhaled she caught more of their scent too. Masculinity. The woods. A combination of two brands of soap and aftershave. She wanted them to touch her. She willed it.

They continued to skim their fingers over her sensitive body, trailing over her arm and leg and thigh…and then growing bolder to include her belly, the upper swell of her breast, her collarbone.