Amanda's Wolves(76)

“He is. But he doesn’t know about me and Jazmine.”

“No worries. I’ll never tell. Let me make a few calls, and I’ll see what I can dig up. Too bad we don’t still have a mole inside that church.” He laughed.

Mary shivered. “Yeah, I’m not going back to fill that role for you, but thanks.”

“Never would have asked you to. Hopefully we can pressure someone else. I’ll go through that list of members again and see what comes up. Thanks for letting us know. Be safe.”

“Thank you.” She ended the call and set the phone on the desk.

Dammit. How did her life always manage to get so complicated?





Chapter Twenty-Three


“What’s the rush?” Amanda asked as she padded from the bathroom, her hair dripping down her chest to soak into the fluffy white towel wrapped around her body.

Logan stopped dressing to stare at her. She had no idea how fucking sexy she was. Always. Even now just after a shower. Even with her breasts and her sweet pussy covered.

So pure. Innocent. Or as innocent as she could be after he and Sawyer had thoroughly debauched her in the last few days. It made his cock harder knowing he and Sawyer were the first ones to truly allow her to enjoy her body. It was amazing how many human men didn’t take care to ensure their women experienced good sex. He and Sawyer taught her everything she knew about pleasure, and watching her blush several times a day made him groan.

“Logan?”

He shook his head to clear his mind of thoughts of saying “fuck it” and yanking her towel away to slide into her tight pussy again. They needed to get moving. “We’re going to the lodge.”

“Okay. Right. You need to work, don’t you?”

He nodded. “My family can handle things. It doesn’t really matter which one of us leads the hike planned for this morning, but I can’t leave you here, and at least one of us has to stay and man the rental office.”

“Oh.” She hesitated a second as she reached for her duffle bag and tugged out clean panties and a bra.

Logan sauntered up to her, mostly because he was drawn like a magnet. When he reached her, he hauled her into his embrace and kissed her forehead. One of her arms was trapped between his torso and her chest, gripping the towel as if she were experiencing a sudden burst of modesty.

In a way, he supposed she was. Habit. When he had his hands and mouth all over her delectable body, she forgot herself entirely. But when they weren’t in bed or fucking somewhere else in the condo, she seemed to find it necessary to cover herself. Often she flushed right before his eyes as if suddenly realizing he could see her breasts or her butt cheeks.

It was endearing and cute. He didn’t mind it a bit. “As long as we have no idea who’s sending those messages or what’s happening with the logging site or your job, we won’t leave you alone for a second.”

She nodded. “I appreciate that, but you can’t do it forever. I have to start working eventually, and you both have jobs too.”

He smiled. At least he didn’t have to fight her on the issue this morning. He wasn’t sure what he would do if she insisted he was being overprotective.

“Sawyer’s going to meet us at the lodge.”

“Got it.”

He reached between their bodies and pried her fingers off the towel to haul them up and kiss each knuckle. “Do you know how much you mean to us?”

She swallowed and nodded subtly.

He threaded his fingers into her wet hair and tipped her head back. “The world. I want you with one of us or another member of our family at all times.” He narrowed his gaze, hoping she knew how serious he was.

“Okay.” She set her hands on his forearms and squeezed. “I promise. For now, Logan. Not forever.”

For several seconds he continued to hold her, looking into her eyes. Finally he released her. The towel fell to the floor, and she quickly kneeled to grab her panties and tug them on.

“We need to clear out some space so you can properly move in. Both of you.”

She slipped her bra over her arms next and hooked it on. “Don’t worry. No rush.”

Could she be any more perfect?

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The second the door swung open and Sawyer spotted his mates stepping into the lodge, he lurched forward from where he’d been leaning against the counter in the rental area. He’d been fidgeting as if he were in withdrawal. In fact, he strode across the room hastily and grabbed Amanda by the shoulders to haul her against him so he could bury his face in her hair and inhale her scent. “Missed you.”

“It’s been like three hours,” she told his chest.