Her heart rate went up when he did. He could smell her arousal increase for the first time since the pillar incident. Was that just an hour ago or three days?
As her pulse increased, so did Alex’s. And God almighty, he was even aware of Ryan’s. The man was just as turned on as he was, if that was possible.
As if on cue, Ryan picked up one of Lindsey’s feet, pulled off her shoe and started to rub her insole. “Man do I ever wish I were a fairy or something and could make these jeans disappear by magic instead of a simple ordinary shape-shifter.”
Alejandro laughed out loud.
“Look, I may not have the same level of telepathy you two have, but I do know when you’re talking about me, and I don’t like it when you laugh.” Her teasing could be heard through the words.
“Ryan here was just wishing he were a magician instead of a lupine.”
“Ah, well can’t argue with that, but it would probably help if you spoke directly to me instead of discussing my fate behind my back. I’m not completely incompetent. Sure, I had a weird religious childhood, but I’m not entirely unaware of what’s happening between us. I do sense your … feelings. And I have my own.” She paused. “Don’t stop.”
Alejandro looked down. His hands were frozen to one spot, not moving. “Yes, ma’am.”
She plopped her head back down and lay with one cheek pressed to the ground. Her muscles relaxed subtly as Alejandro continued to work his way up her back, pressing her shirt up as he went. When he got to her shoulder blades he couldn’t stretch the tank any farther, as it was pinned under her torso.
She panted lightly, and he looked at her profile while he worked the muscles along her spine. Her mouth hung slightly open, her lips moist from occasionally licking them. Her hair was spread on the blanket like a fan, exposing her neck and ear. He wanted to lie down beside her and nuzzle against her warmth.
Hell, he wanted to strip her naked right here and make her writhe beneath them.
A glance at Ryan showed his expression contorted in stress-filled desire. His brows were furrowed. His eyes narrow. And he had worked his way up to her thighs, which lay slightly parted, her jeans hugging her legs and ass to perfection.
Sweat beaded on Alejandro’s face. “I can’t stand this any longer.”
“I hear you.”
“Would somebody please kiss me already?” Her voice was low, murmured, barely audible. But they heard her loud and clear just the same.
Seconds later, both men had her flanked, Ryan, the lucky bastard, on the side she was facing. Alejandro released the pressure on her back and slipped one arm around her waist.
As Ryan began to nibble a path up her neck and across her cheek, Alex gently pulled Lindsey onto her side so her back was flush against his front. He never took his eyes off Ryan’s progress to her mouth and was amazed at how turned on he was watching the action.
He’d had a permanent hard-on since meeting her, but this was a new sensation. Not only did he want this woman more than his next breath, but he also wanted Ryan to have her. He craved creating an experience for her she would never forget.
And he prayed she’d sink into the moment and let that happen right now.
*
Hands were everywhere. What the hell am I doing?
Lindsey couldn’t stop this wild ride. One moment they’d been massaging her back, her feet, her legs, and the next she suddenly needed … more. With an intensity unparalleled.
Her eyes had drifted shut after one look at Ryan’s lust-filled face. His gaze had been directly on hers, serious, demanding…
It was so hot the way they quickly moved around her, as though they’d choreographed the entire thing. Such precision. She didn’t have a moment to pause and think, catch her breath. That was the idea.
Can I do this? Let two men make out with me at once? Can I not?
Will they stop at second base? Third? Or will I be unable to prevent going all the way with one of them?
What had changed? Perhaps unloading her past had loosened her a bit. After all, she’d bared her soul and neither man had seemed appalled. If anything, she’d drawn them closer instead of pushing them away as she’d subconsciously feared.
Besides her inability to wrap her mind around the idea of having a ménage, she’d also struggled with worry over sharing her intimate secrets. Who would want her, really, after hearing about her sordid crazy past and all the baggage she brought to the relationship?
Minutes ago the thought of having sex with one of them while the other was watching had made her flinch. Now … now it seemed so sexy, hot.
And she was hot. She needed less clothes, more skin.
Her mind was at war between allowing herself the pleasure of enjoying this odd arrangement and stopping the nonsense that her inner psyche was screaming about this being an abomination.