“Fuck is right, man. We are going to have to be patient.”
“I don’t know about your dick, but mine is not feeling very patient. Especially after hearing all that. Makes me want her even more. I just want to erase her past. Wipe it from her mind. Replace it with her future.”
Ryan was right of course. Alejandro wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this precarious relationship. If they could just get her to relax… Let go… He knew they could woo her into their world, it was just going to take time. And a hearty dose of that patience Ryan mentioned.
“Flip over.” Alejandro had an idea.
“Huh?” Her responses came out loud at the same time Ryan uttered the same sentiment inside Alex’s head.
“You’re so tense. I’m the king of massaging out tension. Let me give it a shot.”
She looked hesitant, but slowly turned to her stomach. With her arms resting over her head, her tank top climbed up her back enough to reveal several inches of the glorious skin beneath.
Alejandro rubbed his hands together and reached for her shoulders. “Relax. You just unloaded a weight off your chest that must have been a lot to carry around for all these years.”
“Mmm, I’ve told a few people.”
“Still, that’s a hard tale to unload to the men you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.”
She inhaled sharply.
Alejandro leaned down to speak more directly into her ear. His hands started their magic against her mostly bare shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. You told us. We’re still here. Did you see anyone running?”
“No, but I worry you’ve gotten all cocky thinking you’re the one … the ones who can fix everything, undo my past. It’s not that simple. It’s ingrained from birth. I have issues.”
“We all have issues,” Ryan stated. “We’ll work through them together.”
Lindsey lifted up on one elbow to peer back at them, halting Alejandro’s hands. “I don’t think you heard me. I can’t sleep with two men. Hell, I can barely sleep with one without hearing voices in my head that tell me I’m a whore, a slut, a tramp, essentially disobeying God’s word. That’s not ‘issues’ guys, that’s a deal breaker.”
Alex held his breath. “This might be harder than we thought.”
“We’ll get through it. I can feel it in my heart. We will spend our lives making this woman happy. We just have to be, and I hate to sound repetitive, but patient.”
“Babe, lie back down. One thing at a time. First, a massage. Second, a nice glass of wine. Baby steps.”
“Then we both take cold showers and masturbate in our own separate rooms? Dude, what are we going to do? I don’t think shifters were meant to go this long without claiming their mates.” Ryan actually sounded a bit scared. A glance his way proved he was trembling.
“We’ll figure something out. And yes, we’ll do what we have to do to get her to come around.”
Lindsey moaned softly under the ministration of Alejandro’s skilled massage. His chest pumped out a little more. His dick also got harder in the process. He needed her like he needed food and water. He seemed to be slowly dying inside as though breathing, sleeping, eating, and claiming Lindsey were all necessary things to keep him alive.
“I hate to suggest this, but do you think we should split up?”
“How do you mean?” Alejandro didn’t look back at Ryan. He could guess what he meant. Two days ago, hell even yesterday, he probably would have jumped at the idea. But that was then. It didn’t seem prudent anymore, just more confusing for her in the long run.
Without waiting for an answer, he continued. “No. As much as I hate to admit it, this is a package deal. I know I was pissed to high hell and back when I first found out about you, but you’re growing on me.” He chucked in his thoughts. “We’re a team, we three. We can’t go to bat without one of our players.”
“Yeah, you’re right. And besides, what would we do? Draw straws?” Ryan’s turn to jest.
“Man that feels fantastic. Where did you learn to do that?” Lindsey’s words were garbled against the blanket.
“I have sisters, you know, in Spain. They thought I couldn’t grow up to be a real man if I couldn’t give my lady a nice rub down at the end of the day.” He laughed. “I think all the tutelage was just a ploy to trick me into massaging their own tired, sore muscles.”
“Well, whatever the case, they did good. Thank them for me.”
Alejandro had worked his way down her back and when he reached the bare skin exposed at her waist, he let his hands slide under her tank and work out the stiffness of her lower back.