Amanda's Wolves(90)

Now she just needed to school her face and continue the farce because any second now, two very sorrowful wolves were going to enter the bedroom and make sure she felt every bit of their undying devotion, hopefully with their lips, their hands, and their cocks.

Day five and she still needed them with an intensity that was undeniable several times a day. If anything, it was worse. Which made her feel like a heel for lying by omission.

Nevertheless, there was no way in hell she intended to tell them about her encounter with the kid in the stairwell or what followed. Neither incident was worthy of her losing her freedom. If she could just get through a few more days in a row without either man experiencing anything out of the ordinary, perhaps they would let her start her job on Monday without bringing her daddy along.

She shuddered. That was exactly what it felt like. These men were her lovers, not her fathers. And she didn’t want them making her feel like she wasn’t in charge of her own life when she made her first impressions at work.

When the door opened behind her, she spun around to face two chagrined men.

Sawyer spoke first. “Hon, I’m sorry for what I said in the car. It wasn’t the right time or place to declare my love for you.” He stepped closer and took both her hands in his. “I do love you. With all my heart. But I should have realized you wouldn’t want to hear that for the first time while driving down the road.”

She nodded. “I love you both too.” She glanced at Logan. “And I might have overreacted. You took me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Logan rounded behind her and set his hands on her hips. He leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “I love you too, baby. With all my heart.”

A shiver shook her body as she flooded with emotion. The events of the last hour disappeared in a heartbeat. She leaned her head back against Logan’s chest as a soft moan escaped her lips. No more faking was necessary. Logan and Sawyer sucked the oxygen out of the room in seconds, leaving her lightheaded and needy.

Her legs threatened to buckle. She’d had sex with both of them a few hours ago before heading to campus. And now…

The room melted, leaving nothing but arousal and need.

A driving need that grew stronger every day.

Amanda moaned louder. She grasped Sawyer’s biceps and held on.

Logan ran his fingers through her hair and then lowered his hands down her sides. His palms grazed her breasts. How that could still elicit the same response in her it had days ago was beyond her. But her nipples jumped to attention at the slight caress.

When he continued lower until he reached the hem of her blouse, she sucked in a breath. His fingers grazed her skin lightly under the silk, and then he eased the material up her body and over her head.

Sawyer released her hands as she was forced to draw them over her head.

Her breasts rose high in this position, and she found her hands trapped in the tangle of satin when the blouse got caught at the unbuttoned section around her wrists.

When Logan tucked her bound hands behind her head and smoothed his palms up the sensitive undersides of her biceps from her armpits to her elbows, she lifted onto her tiptoes. “Logan…”

Her nipples strained against the material of her bra.

Sawyer traced a finger down the center of her chest, over the front clasp without unhooking it, and down her belly. “Your skin is so smooth…” He continued lower until he reached the button on her best pair of black dress pants.

He wiggled his fingers under the waistline of her pants instead of unbuttoning them and teased her skin with the pads of each finger against her belly. “Soft…” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love it when goose bumps rise all over your body from my touch.”

She shivered, biting her lower lip between her teeth.

Logan held her elbows, pulling them back farther so her chest arched even more.

Sawyer removed his fingers from her belly and trailed them back up her chest until he skimmed over the lace of her bra with a featherlight touch that could have gone undetected by some other woman who wasn’t about to come without direct contact.

She closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open as Sawyer continued to torment her by skimming the edge of her bra along the V between her breasts and then dipping one finger inside to flick over her nipple.

She moaned, instinct forcing her to pull her arms down. But Logan held her biceps firmly from behind, keeping her in this vulnerable position that caused her pussy to grasp at nothing and wetness to pool between her legs.

With one hand, Logan must have pulled her blouse at the juncture between her trapped wrists, because she felt a slight tug that forced her arms farther behind her. He lowered his other hand to her waist and flattened his palm on her naked belly. “God I love the noises you make when you’re horny.”