Jessica’s Wolves(14)

As she stared at him, she became aware of two things: one, the room was so silent the only sounds were two wolves breathing so heavy they might as well have just run to her apartment; and two, their chests heaved under the exertion of that presumed run.

They squirmed and then leaned away. At the last second, Charles lifted Jessica off the couch and turned toward the hall, cradling her frame against his chest, still kissing her forehead as he walked. “Bedroom?” His eyebrows rose, and he nodded in the direction of the hall.

What? What?

Jessica shook herself and wiggled in Charles’ grasp. “God. Put me down.” When he didn’t comply fast enough, she arched and pushed her hands against his shoulders. “Charles!”

As if coming out of a trance, the man complied, stopping dead in his tracks. He loosened his hold on her until she slid to the ground.

Reese ran into the two of them at the abrupt stop. “What’s the matter?” Concern etched his face. He glanced up and down as if searching for some injury. “Are you okay?”

Deep breaths. Jess leaned against the wall of the hallway, wishing she could slip through the paint and drywall and land on the other side, putting distance between this ridiculous distraction and her good senses.

“What the hell are we doing?” she muttered. “I can’t sleep with you two.” She shook her head to emphasize her words, especially in view of the two men staring at her from above with blank expressions.

Leaning a bit too far away from the men currently occupying all of her personal space and stealing her oxygen, Jessica indeed fell through the wall, or at least the opening to her bedroom that had been closer to her than she’d expected.

She landed on her rump and spider-crawled backward until she bumped into the bed.

When she looked up, both men had their gazes trained on the top of her mattress.

“Going somewhere?” Charles leaned on the doorframe and glared at Jess in annoyance.

Shit. Her suitcase. It sat on the comforter, jammed with the essentials and waiting to be zipped shut.

Reese eased past Charles, entered the room, and leaned over Jessica’s body to investigate. “You were really going to leave? Just go?”

“Uh-huh.” The sound was soft, but no one missed it. “I can’t do this,” she managed to say.

“Still?” Reese looked hurt, his mouth straight, his eyes narrow. He crouched beside her on the floor. He touched her cheek and then the bob of her hair. His fingers tangled in the strands until he had a good grip, and then he leaned in to kiss her firmly on the mouth. His tongue darted inside with no hesitation, a starving man who’d not gotten his turn.

His taste was unique. Minty, as though they’d both reached into the same packet of mints a while ago, but a hint of coffee and chocolate tempted her taste buds as he explored for the first time.

Jessica’s arms wobbled from holding herself awkwardly off the floor. Reese must have known because he reached behind her to steady her frame and take her weight into his own embrace.

The kiss turned urgent, demanding. The moan that rent the silence was his. Well, maybe mixed with hers.

She lost purchase on the floor with her heels as they slipped out from under her.

When Reese finally pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers, he mumbled through gasps of air, “This is far, far from finished. You aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart. And … you taste heavenly.” His genuine smile made her heart beat faster.

Charles kneeled on the floor beside Jessica. “Please. Let us love you. I need to taste more than your mouth. I need to lick my way across your nipples, taste the expanse of your body until I can bury my mouth in your pussy.” He glanced at Reese before continuing. “We can smell your arousal, the cum leaking from your orgasm.”

Jessica’s body betrayed her. A new flood of arousal eased out of her to soak her panties. Her jeans felt too tight. A pulse point she’d not known existed throbbed against the crease of the denim.

No. No. No. A voice in her head screamed. Remember what happened to your parents. She flinched and then jumped to her feet, untangling herself from both men.

Pressed against the bed, she finally found her voice. “No. I can’t do this. I. Can’t. I don’t want to.” After a pause, she said, “I won’t.”

God. They had to get out of here before she lost it. She couldn’t think straight in their presence. Her intentions got skewed. Warped.

Darting between the men, she headed for the front door. She opened it and savored the clean, fresh air. Even the freezing temperature didn’t bother her. She needed deep breaths of any atmosphere that wasn’t permeated with the scent of the two horny wolves chomping at the bit to ravage her.