Lindsey’s Wolves(52)

At the question, Ryan gradually pressed just the tip of one well-lubricated finger into her rear entrance. The pressure was intense. There was no way these two were ever going to fit their large cocks in there. Just the one finger felt like it would tear her apart.

But still, she moaned again. Uncontrollably and against her will.

Alex released his tight grip around her and lifted her limp body off him a few inches before pressing into her again with his hips. “Ah, God, baby. That feels so good. I can’t wait to feel you with Ryan inside at the same time.”

Lindsey gazed into this man’s eyes and couldn’t believe the love she saw there. He needed her as much as she did him, or more.

Alex relinquished control back to Lindsey and she once again took the reins, determining speed and pressure as she pumped herself up and down over Alex’s body. The only difference was Ryan’s relentless finger riding the waves of pleasure with her, increasing her passion. Somehow he managed to move completely in sync with her, his palm flat against her rear forcing one finger as far as he could inside her.

In a swift unexpected move, Alejandro reached between them and pressed his hand against her clit, pushing her over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut above him, her whole body tensing as her pussy gripped the cock inside her and milked him.

“Oh, baby. I can’t… Ahhh.” He lifted his hips to press more firmly inside her and his pulsing orgasm combined with her own.

Thank goodness Ryan wrapped an arm around her middle or she would have collapsed.

After several moments, the intensity of her high began to lessen and Ryan slowly removed his finger.

She opened her eyes as Alex reached up to take her limp body from Ryan and lowered her to the bed, half on and half off him. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

“Am I still alive?” she asked.

His chuckle rumbled under her cheek. “I’m not even sure I am.”

Ryan lifted off her and she sensed him climbing off the bed.

Moments later, he returned and pulled her limp body away from the warmth of Alex’s arms. On her back now, he spread her thighs, and she watched his face as he gently, lovingly wiped between all her folds with a warm wash cloth.

She was so lucky. Two of the sexiest men alive were doting on her like she was a princess.

When he finished, he lifted her off the bed, just long enough for Alex to yank the wet comforter away from beneath her and then Ryan laid her against the cool dry sheets beneath. She’d completely forgotten they’d climbed onto the bed straight from the tub without even pausing to dry off.

Alex pulled her into his embrace as Ryan climbed into bed on her other side and snaked an arm around her middle. He softly kissed her temple and pulled a thick, dry blanket over the top of them.

“I have to admit, I was less than pleased when I first walked into the kitchen the other day and realized my fate. But, baby that was hotter than anything I could have ever imagined and I’m so very glad the three of us will be walking this path together.”

Lindsey turned to look into his eyes, her own half open, and smiled.

When she looked back at Alex, he added, “I wouldn’t have it any other way either. This is perfect.”

“Sleep, hon. Sleep.”

If they said anything else, she didn’t hear it.





Chapter 9





The shrill noise of a cell phone forced Lindsey to open one eye against the bright light that filled the room. Where was she?

Oh, yeah. She snuggled back into the warmth of the bed beneath the weight of multiple blankets. Where were the guys? How long had she been asleep?

Blessedly the ringing stopped and she smashed her face back into the pillow. Could she get away with sleeping all day? As she moved to get more comfortable, every muscle in her body rebelled with the sweet ache of having been thoroughly fucked last night.

Fucked? Lindsey smiled. It wasn’t that she thought so little of their love making, but she had to face it, the intense sex she’d experienced at the hands of her two lovers left her feeling, frankly, well-fucked.

The damn shrill ringing began again.

This time she was more alert and discovered the noise was coming from one side of the bed. She reluctantly peered over the edge and saw her clothes from yesterday had been placed across a nearby chair. Her phone was undoubtedly ringing inside the pocket of her jeans.

Grumbling to herself at the distraction, she crawled across the silk sheets and reached out with one hand, grateful she was able to just barely snag her pants without having to get completely out of the cozy warmth of her little slice of heaven.

The ringing stopped again before she could answer the call, but the caller ID showed two missed calls, both from Kara.

Shit. Kara was probably worried about her. Before she could hit redial and put her friend’s mind at ease, the ringing started again, startling her.