Lindsey’s Wolves(11)

“What are we waiting on? Let’s head for the car.” He wasn’t nearly as shocked by her revelation as she seemed to be at telling him about the arrangement. He’d engaged in a few threesomes in his time. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, but secretly he’d never believed anything like that could ever last long term. One night stands were one thing, but a lifetime of sharing one woman? Wouldn’t there always be a humming level of jealousy on the part of one party or another? Who got to be on top? Did they take turns? Who got to father the children they’d have? Did they just let nature decide?

That issue aside, the more important question was whether or not these friends of hers were shifters. His curiosity had piqued when she said “farm” only to increase exponentially when she’d mentioned the ménage. He knew the largest percentage of the area farms were owned and operated by lupine shifters. He didn’t know of any particular ménage partnerships in the area, but it certainly wasn’t unheard of for his species. More common than among humans. His mind swam with unanswered questions. Intrigued.

And if her trio of friends were shifters, did Lindsey know? Possibly not, especially if her friend was human. She’d likely not have told Lindsey anything about that aspect of her life. Only one way to find out.

Alejandro aimed his sexy mate in the direction of the truck while adding, “The distraction will keep me from mauling you completely on our first date. Every time I kiss you, you suck me farther into a vortex I can’t escape.” He chuckled when she sucked in a breath, her eyes wide, but it wasn’t funny to him at all. He was dead serious.



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Lindsey tried to sit still during the drive to the farm where her best friend Kara lived with her two boyfriends, Trevor and Justin. It had taken some getting used to, especially considering her past, but she was slowly coming around to their unconventional arrangement.

She still shivered on occasion when both men came in the room and doted on the female third in their partnership, but at least “normal” had stretched its bounds enough for Lindsey to accept what her friend insisted was the most natural and perfect thing in the world for her.

Why on earth had she thought this would be a good idea? It was weird enough dragging Alejandro over to Kara’s on their first date, just so her friend could approve of him and confirm for Lindsey’s piece of mind she wasn’t out of her head. But, she hadn’t really thought about the ménage arrangement until the words came out of her mouth.

Thank goodness he hadn’t seemed repulsed. Surely, most men would consider the idea absurd at best, disgusting at worst. Why would they want to share just one woman when they could each get their own? That was the real question that had plagued her since finding out about all this a few months ago.

It wasn’t a life she could grasp, but she’d talked to Dr. Mathius about the arrangement several times lately and come to terms with the idea that it wasn’t her life. It was Kara’s. Just because Lindsey was raised way to the right of what would be considered the straight and narrow, didn’t mean everyone else had followed that path.

Sure, with the help of Barbara Mathius, she’d inched her way toward the center and out of the clutches of a domineering grandmother and Bible-thumping pastor. Away from a world where it had been pounded into her head since as early as she could remember that sex was not meant to be pleasurable. A woman belonged to her husband, and her body was meant for procreation, not pleasure.

It’d been a long, long road to “normal,” but Lindsey felt confident she was there. She’d even had several relationships. Once she’d gotten beyond the stigma of sex before marriage, she’d even blossomed.

Instead of letting Alejandro grasp her hand when they got in the truck, she’d immediately sat on her sweaty palms, pretending to be slightly chilled when she was really rather nervous. She didn’t want him to see her shaking.

“Turn right at the next intersection.” She gave the directions with her false “everything is totally fine” voice, even though inside she was churning with the need for her friend to approve of this man she was completely loco about, and her need for him to accept the strange lifestyle Kara had chosen to live. Although, Kara insisted there was no actual “choosing” involved. Fate just stepped up to the plate and provided her with an unconventional life.

Small talk turned to the beautiful countryside, which they couldn’t see in the dark, the weather, and other mundane subjects that did their job to fill the silence and prevent any awkwardness.

“There’s the farm. On the right.” Lindsey pulled a now numb hand from under her thigh to point in the direction she’d indicated with only a nod of her head.