Lindsey’s Wolves(37)

The adrenaline rush of seeming to come out of a coma, or at least a dream, did nothing to tame her need.

She hardly cared who, she just needed someone to push her pants down and rub her clit until she came. She was that desperate. If she could just get away from these two intoxicating men, she could go find her own room upstairs and use her vibrator to take the edge off. After all, what were the chances either of them would be able to bring her to orgasm? No man had before. Perhaps she wasn’t wired for it. Or perhaps she simply wasn’t able to let down all her guards and let go of her past thoroughly enough to allow such a thing.

She knew she was lying to herself even while her mind raced. These two men could make her come. No doubt. And that thought was even scarier than worrying about them not making her climax.

What she could not do, was let this go further. She wasn’t ready. Sure, she’d promised them she’d give this weird … relationship thing a shot, but whether or not she could actually go through with it remained to be seen.

Lindsey closed her eyes and turned away from Alex’s intense stare. She leaned her head against Ryan’s chest and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

“Let me go,” she whispered. “I need…” What? What did she need? They could see what she needed. Even she could smell her arousal in the air. An ache formed in the pit of her stomach. She was the horniest she’d ever been in her life.

“Let us take care of you, baby.” Alejandro’s words permeated her system just inches away from her ear. He’d leaned in and now his warm breath bathed the side of her face, tickled her earlobe, and spiked her desire.

There are two of them. You can’t do this. You have to pick one.

A picture formed in her mind of her childhood pastor standing at the pulpit, a Bible in one hand that he swung up and down as he spoke. Every Sunday he’d done just that, slamming it into the podium occasionally for emphasis, making her jump in her seat. Spittle would stream from his mouth as he spoke. Thou shalt nots rung in her head.

She squirmed against Ryan’s leg, only managing to heighten her panic in equal increments to her arousal.

Sex is between one man and one woman, saved for the sanctity of marriage and only for the purpose of procreation. Pastor Stone’s words shouted in her head.

Even after years of counseling, she couldn’t silence his warnings. And the situation she found herself in now would have sent the man over the edge. She’d surely be locked away until an exorcist could be found to rid herself of the demons that seemed to be possessing her as she even considered the idea of letting both these men touch her at once.

Sure, she’d gotten over having sex before marriage, barely, and she’d had fairly normal adult relationships since beginning her sessions every other week with Barbara, but this was extreme. She was being tested beyond even her limits.

“Hon?” Ryan slowly moved his leg away from her, lowering her the inches she was somehow hovering above the ground. His grip on her bare waist was still firm, however, and no amount of shoving against his chest would dislodge him. “Talk to us. We can practically taste your panic.”

Alex spoke next, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. “You were so aroused moments ago. What happened?”

I jumped to my senses. That’s what happened.

Both men flinched.

“Get out of my head.”

“You’re like an open book, cariña. It’s not that we can read your direct thoughts yet, but, babe your face gives you away.”

Lindsey jerked away. Turned to the side and backed up two steps, forcing them to release their touch against her skin. “I can’t think clearly when you’re touching me.” Either of you.

“I’m not even going to make a joke about that right now,” Ryan said breathlessly.

Even with her head facing the ground in front of her, she couldn’t avoid the solid hard-on in the front of Ryan’s pants. She stepped back again. Not only were two men stalking her, but that bulge was huge.

“I need more time. I…”

“Lin, baby, we know this is all new for you. Please let us work this out together,” Alejandro begged.

Work what out? Couldn’t they see there was nothing to work out? If they were as able to dig around in her thoughts as they seemed, couldn’t they tell she was damaged? Beyond repair? Why were they even attracted to someone as prudish as she?

Ryan advanced on her, his chest still heaving, either from the state of arousal or from reading her mind, she didn’t know.

He cleared his throat. “We … uh … okay, we need to talk.” He turned and spun around in a circle, making her flinch he moved so fast.