Jessica’s Wolves(37)

Reese squeezed a good-sized glob of lube onto his finger and worked it slowly into her hole. So tiny and pink, it puckered under his perusal. “Don’t tense, Jess. Just relax.” How many times had they told her to relax so far? He worked her for several minutes, circling his finger before adding a second. With both fingers, he scissored and then pumped deeper inside her until his palm was flat against her ass.

Jessica moaned. Thank God. She was enjoying it. In fact, she pushed back to get better contact.

While she was in that state of bliss, Reese removed his fingers and pushed the small plug inside her with ease. The bulb at the top would hold the plug in place. The round flat surface outside would serve as a constant reminder she was theirs, and they intended to make that permanent as soon as possible.

“You okay?” Reese lifted her to stand before them.

“I think so.” She squirmed but didn’t grimace. “How long do I need to wear this?”

Charles turned her to face him. “All day if you can, okay? The longer you wear it, the sooner you’ll be stretched enough to accommodate us.”

“Do you think she’ll last ten minutes?”

“Not really, but my dick is hard just watching her fidget like that.”

Jessica’s face flushed. She turned away and glanced around. “Where are my clothes?”

“Kara left you a pile of things to borrow.” Reese pointed to the chair next to the bed.

As she dressed, Charles stood. “We have to go home for a bit. Talk to my parents … and Alyssa.”

At that, Jessica jolted upright. She’d forgotten the “other woman,” as had Reese frankly.

“Don’t glare like that. I promise it’s not what you think.” Reese walked toward her.

“Are you sleeping with her?”

“No,” both men replied at once.

“Were you sleeping with her before you met me?” She muttered that second question hesitantly, her body stiffening.

Reese flinched and tipped her head to meet his gaze. “No. I swear to you she asked us to do her a favor, and that’s the extent of it.”

“And what was that favor? To bring her home to meet the family?” Jessica was a bit perturbed. She glanced around the room as if looking for something to occupy her hands.

“Yes, but not for the reasons you suspect. Trust us. Please. We will sort this out. Today. I promise. And go from there.” Reese leaned his forehead against hers.

“I’d ask you to come home with us, but—” Charles began.

“Not a chance in hell,” she retorted. “Get your shit together and clean up your mess and then talk to me.”

“Promise.” Reese kissed her chastely on the lips, even though she only barely returned the gesture.

“Please stay here. It’s still icy out there. I don’t want you driving, and I want to know where to find you later. Okay?”

“I suppose.”

Charles grabbed both men’s shirts off the floor and handed one to Reese. “Get something to eat and we’ll be back before you know it.”

She nodded but didn’t move.

Reese grabbed his boots from the corner and backed out of the room before he could change his mind about the woman still standing there flushed, her cheeks pinkened from one ear to the other. And if he even thought about that plug nestled inside her for a second, he’d come in his pants.





Chapter 11


Jessica was just finishing a heaping plate of breakfast when she heard the back door. Thank God Kara had been so kind as to prepare her a plate and leave it in the warmer. She couldn’t remember when she’d ever been this hungry.

Two giggly voices floated into the room with the cold air as the screen door squeaked open. Both Kara and Lindsey stepped inside, shaking snow from their hair and stomping their rubber boots on the floor mat.

Jessica stood and set her plate in the sink while she glanced behind her friends. It was snowing again, giant flakes fluttering toward the ground as though they were in no hurry at all to reach their destination.

“You’re up.” Kara pulled her boots off alongside Lindsey before they came farther into the room.

“Yep.” Jessica leaned against the counter and crossed her legs. With a long, slow inhale she realized something was different, and then she smiled. She’d never tapped into her wolf side. In all her twenty-two years she’d tamped down any hint of lupine and shoved it to the back burner, ignoring her abilities.

Of course, there was also the possibility she was better able to experiment with all her senses since she’d been so thoroughly fucked by two wolves who were inches from claiming her as their mate. Even without them in the house, she had the sensation they were creeping toward her, growing closer and closer by the second, crowding her space. Instead of making her want to run, the idea made her horny. She wanted them with a fierceness that was absurd considering the three orgasms she’d just had at their hands not an hour ago.