Lindsey’s Wolves(25)

She had to admit, her friend had done her best to explain things to Lindsey. It wasn’t her fault she’d gotten so agitated. Who wouldn’t when two men insisted they “own” you, one of them seemly turns into a wild animal in front of your very eyes, and your best friend verifies it’s all true!

It’s a wonder she didn’t run screaming half naked from the house. Perhaps she was just tired. When Kara suggested a sleeping pill so she could rest, she’d jumped at the idea and had spent the rest of the day in dreamland.

Now she was wide awake, still hungry, and itching to get out of this room.

“Why don’t we all go outside for a while?” Alex asked.

Could he read her mind? That wasn’t the first time he’d verbalized her thoughts almost precisely.

“It might make you more comfortable in open space to see us in action.”

“Doing what?” She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

“Shifting, for one.”

“Shifting?”

“Lin, baby, did you forget the entire afternoon?”

“Oh, no, I remember all right. I was just hoping it had all been a dream, a very weird one.”

Ryan reached over and laid a hand on her thigh. Even through the layers between them, her leg seemed to heat at his touch.

“We are wolves. It isn’t going to go away. We realize it’s all new to you and you are in shock … and denial. And we have unlimited patience where you are concerned. Almost unlimited. Fuck, no, we actually don’t have any patience at all, but we are doing our best to fake it and let you catch up, wrap your mind around the idea.” Ryan looked at her … guiltily.

“Kara left you some of her clothes. How about you get dressed and meet us outside?” Alejandro added.

As soon as they backed out of the room, Lindsey polished off the rest of the stew. She’d have licked the bowl if she’d had slightly less scruples. Maybe she could grab something else on the way out.

Kara was much shorter than Lin, but the yoga pants and tank top were fine. After an entire day sequestered in this room practically naked, she was grateful for any clothing at all.

Padding down the hall barefoot didn’t alert anyone to her approach, and she managed to leave her bowl in the sink and grab a handful of homemade oatmeal cookies on her way to the back door. Fresh air would be awesome.

The screen squeaked on its hinges when she emerged to find all four males and Kara on the porch.

“Hey, hon.” Kara jumped from her perch on the banister and hurried over to Lindsey. “Feeling better? Was it too much? Oh, you found the cookies. Good.”

“Much better,” she mumbled around the first heavenly clump still in her mouth. “These are to die for.”

“Come sit on the swing with me.”

Justin, currently taking up the majority of the swing with his huge body, leaped from the seat and indicated with a hand motion the ladies should take over.

“I’m fine, really.” She glanced around at all of them. “Don’t go out of your way for me.”

Kara pulled her onto the vacated swing anyway and curled her legs under her on the cushion. “You okay with the boys shifting and going for a run? They look so carefree and playful when they do. It makes me envious.”

Whatever was going to happen, Lindsey felt numb to it by now. “I guess.”

When four giant muscular men started undressing right on the patio, she yanked herself to attention. “Do they have to strip? Holy shit, Kara. What the fuck?” She sat up straighter and pressed herself to the back of the seat. “Your men are getting naked … on the porch, for crying out loud.” With one hand she covered her eyes … sort of. She wasn’t dead, just shocked. Who wouldn’t watch the strip tease happening in the moonlight in the woods?

Several chuckles carried through the air from the peanut gallery, but no one stopped their routine.

Lindsey let go of her face, and whatever pretense she had of pretending to be appalled.

“I’ve been to strip clubs that weren’t half this good,” she added when they were all down to their briefs and boxers. All but, Alejandro. He’d been commando and was now gloriously standing in front of her in his birthday suit, his fine cock front and center … and huge … and stiff. And he was staring at her in a predatory way that made her feel like she was his next meal. And she didn’t care. She’d gladly be whatever he wanted as long as he used that cock on her—in her—soon, roughly, and often.

Roughly? Since when do you like kinky sex?

Hell, she was just at this point in her life getting around to being open to straight conventional sex. What the hell was she thinking?