Lindsey’s Wolves(40)

“There’s more?” Alejandro leaned closer to her. She should be suffocating.

“Did you know sex is only meant for procreation?” They both flinched. Yeah, that would startle them. “Uh huh. Between one man and one woman, and it isn’t meant to be enjoyed by the woman. In fact, it’s a sin for her to derive pleasure from the act.” There. She’d said it. She pulled her lips into her mouth and held them with her teeth.





Chapter 7





Seconds ticked by before anyone spoke. It wasn’t surprising. The men were undoubtedly shouting at each other through their weird connection, trying to decide what to do.

Lindsey could feel her chest heaving under the relief of having spilled her childhood skeletons out of her giant proverbial closet.

Hey, they wanted to know why this situation was all so unsettling to her? Well, now they knew.

Eyes still shut to the world, Lindsey pulled her arms up and crossed them over her chest. It wasn’t chilly out, but that didn’t keep her from shuddering.

“You had a rough childhood, cariña. It’s understandable and makes more sense to us now why you hesitate so.”

Her eyes opened finally and she peered at Alex. “Don’t get me wrong. I had a good life. My grandmother was nice to me. She made me work hard, but she didn’t abuse me. I just learned very skewed ideas about sex. It was ingrained in me. I only realized those views weren’t the majority when I went to college. My grandmother died the summer I graduated from high school, and I left the church and never looked back. I’ve been in counseling for four years undoing the damage.”

“Do you see your mom still?”

“Never saw her again after she left. She was in bad shape. I seriously doubt she’s still living. If she is, she never tried to contact me.” Lindsey exhaled.

“We’re so sorry you went through that.” Ryan’s words were soft and stiff. He too seemed on the verge of tears. He would shed tears for a little girl who spent her childhood being brainwashed into believing she was of the inferior sex?

“Hey, that girl is gone. I’m much better now. But … you see how this is hard on me? Sure, I’ve had relationships in the last few years. Almost normal ones even. But this is a big leap.” She glanced back and forth at them.

“It’s one thing to have a counselor help me learn to be comfortable with my body and enjoy what God really intended. It’s an entirely different thing to consider spending my life sleeping with two men. Oh and don’t forget, they’re shape-shifters.” She couldn’t keep out the sarcasm and smiled broadly at them as she teased. “Talk about deviant. Dr. Mathius only delved as far as me learning to relax and enjoy myself with one man. Her current goal has been to help me reach orgasm at the hands of another. I don’t think she could have anticipated this scenario.”

“And have you?” Alejandro held his breath.

“Have I what?” Slept with two wolves? No.

“Had an orgasm…”

“Sure … with my vibrator.” Now she smiled even bigger. Can I shock them? Will they laugh? Apparently not.

They turned even more serious.

“Really? No man’s ever…” Ryan didn’t finish. He looked aghast.

“Hey, don’t be so appalled. Plenty of women don’t orgasm from sex. That’s not so weird, cowboy.” She fidgeted under their intense gazes.

“It is for me. None of my women are left hanging.”

They were so cocky.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied either,” Alejandro added. “That’s rude.”

“Listen.” Lindsey lifted her head a few inches, propped herself on her elbows. Damn, these guys were overly confident. “It doesn’t always have anything to do with you. We women have defense mechanisms built in that sometimes keep us from … letting go completely, so to speak.”

They clearly weren’t buying it.

“I don’t care if you’re the stud of all studs, women have their own reasons for not coming at your command. Many of which stem from similar childhood beliefs, not necessarily to the extent I was taught, but the idea of totally enjoying sex for sex’s sake is not an unusual hurdle.”

She rolled her eyes when she gleaned they still weren’t quite buying what she was selling.

Sure, both of them had pushed her body on several occasions to the point where she’d thought she’d come without even being touched by them, but still…



*

Joder. Alejandro hadn’t ever met anyone as … fragile as this gorgeous mate of his was. Maybe fragile wasn’t the right word. Emotionally damaged.