Jessica’s Wolves(54)

Reese chuckled and wrapped an arm around her middle. “Figured.”

“I didn’t get anybody anything.”

“How could you? We’ve monopolized every second of your life since last week.” Charles kissed a path now from her ear to her lips and then claimed a long, delicious kiss.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” His innocent tone was so fake she had to laugh.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.” She pushed at his rock-hard abs to encourage him to back off before they ended up staying in bed for half the morning … again.

“I’ve told you before, love,” Reese interjected, “nobody expects to see much of us for a few weeks. It’s natural.”

“It’s embarrassing is what it is. Every time we leave this room I feel like everyone is smirking at me.” Jess wiggled against both men, but that only made things worse. Two cocks pushed against her, one between her rear cheeks and one across her stomach.

“They aren’t smirking exactly. More like … remembering,” Charles said.

“Semantics. It doesn’t change the outcome. What time is it?” Jessica peeked out from her location burrowed under the covers. It was still early. The light was dim.

“Seven.” Reese tugged on her again, pulling her ass into his cock. “Plenty of time.”

She couldn’t resist that man. Every time he splayed his hand over her belly she got butterflies that flew around not just in her stomach but also all through her insides. The act was so possessive for some reason. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him and covering so much of her skin with just his palm.

Jessica moaned. Shit. She was done for … again.

“That’s it, baby. Let it happen. We need you.” Charles pushed the covers down over her torso and leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth.

“You always need me,” she muttered, her eyes rolling back into her head. They made her synapses fire all wrong. She couldn’t think when they attacked her from both sides like this.

“True.” Reese held steady, his fingers swirling around her belly button, his grip around her driving her arousal to a rapid peak.

She’d never slept naked before last week, and since then, she’d never slept with a single stitch of clothing. These mates of hers hated clothes apparently and flat-out forbid it. It wasn’t really a dominance thing. More that they whined about it so much she gave in.

Charles lifted his head to face her, his fingers taking over where his mouth left off, twisting and pinching her hardened nipples as he spoke. “Are you still worried about sleeping naked?” His mouth curved up on one side.

“It’s foreign to me, jerk,” she teased.

“Jess…” Reese groaned from behind her, drawing out her name as though she were a recalcitrant child. When she twisted her neck to see his face, he continued. “Get over it. No way are we going to let you curl between us in some body-covering flannels.”

She giggled. “Nobody said anything about flannel pjs. I’m just talking about a T-shirt and some panties.”

“No.” Charles didn’t elaborate. He simply dipped his head and sucked her breast into his mouth until she moaned and forgot what they’d been discussing.

When Charles finally pulled back with a pop, she regained at least a portion of her senses and pushed against his chest again. “We have to get up. It’s Christmas. The family is probably gathering and waiting on us to help with breakfast.”

“Reese?” Charles reached behind him to grab something she couldn’t see. “Please do something about this woman’s hands, would ya? They’re in my way.”

“Sure.” Reese grabbed whatever Charles flung his way, tugged Jess’ arms away from Charles’ fine, chiseled chest, and climbed up her body to pull her hands over her head.

Jessica squirmed. She bit her lip. Why the hell did their dominance have to have such an effect on her that she wanted them even more instead of less?

She closed her eyes and tried to recover the location of at least one brain cell.

Reese delicately wrapped her wrists with a length of something soft and secured her arms above her head. And her damn pussy flooded.

When he wiggled back down behind her to splay his hand across her belly once again, she didn’t protest. It was too late now. They owned her body.

Reese pulled her top leg up and set it over Charles’ torso, effectively opening her to his meandering fingers.

As Charles resumed his assault on her nipples, plucking, licking, and pinching them like a starving man in a hurry, Reese grazed a finger through her lower lips and gathered enough moisture to coat her clit in one swipe.