Lindsey’s Wolves(60)

“It’s natural. Desired in fact. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t eager and desirous of us physically. It’s not going to go away just because you leave the room, or the house.”

“He’s right, mi amor. And we can’t simply drop you off at your old place and drive away. We’d sooner die.”

“You don’t have a choice. I’m a grown woman,” she shouted. Her hands shook, knuckles white from their grip on the towel.

Ryan almost wished she’d throw her hands up in exasperation and let the damn terrycloth fall to the floor. Her body would be all pink underneath from adrenaline.

Alex looked at Ryan, eyes wide, questioning. “Your turn, Einstein.”

Ryan lowered his voice. “Clearly you’re upset about your friend, and I get that. It’s understandable. I’m worried too. If heading back to Kara’s is what you need, then we will. We never want you to feel like your freewill has been stripped. You do have the right to make your own choices where this relationship is concerned.

“Please just do us the favor of agreeing to stay with us, wherever that might be, until we can sort this out. Please.” He’d beg, cheat, steal, and grovel. Anything to keep her safe and at his side. Or at Alex’s.

He had no choice but to hope and pray that by the time they figured out what to do about the religious zealots, she’d be theirs completely and less autonomous.

“Okay,” she conceded. “But only for a few days. These guys have been knocking on my door for four years. I don’t think you’ll be able to talk them into giving up on me and my poor soul in one conversation. And that’s if you even get a chance.”

Ryan stood and had her in his arms in two steps. “No worries. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” He palmed her head and leaned down to kiss her firmly on the lips. She didn’t pull back.

When he nibbled a path toward her ear, her breath hitched. “You do such wicked things to me, both of you.” Her words were almost incoherent. “Do you realize you left me sleeping all morning with that … that thing in my ass?” She leaned back to look Ryan in the eye in accusation.

Alex’s chuckle grew louder as he approached them and circled Lindsey to press up against her back. His lips landed a millimeter from her earlobe. “We do. Did it feel good when you pulled it out?” His grin dared her to deny it.

She flushed, her mouth dropping open, but said nothing.

“Did you think of me inserting it? Twisting it in to stretch and prepare you for our cocks later?” Alex continued to mutter against her cheek as he breathed along her skin and angled for her neck. “God, it’s fun to watch her reaction when I talk so dirty. She’s so aroused. So needy. My dick can’t take this.”

She melted in their arms.

“Me vas a matar, cariña. You’re killing me.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay one day. Can we go back to real life tomorrow?” Lindsey’s head lulled back against Alex’s chest, her eyes half open.

“Anything you want.” Ryan’s cock had its own little party in his pants, literally straining against the seam of his zipper.





Chapter 11





Repent! I tell you repent. All ye sinners, repent.

Listen closely while I tell you how to escape the wrath of Hell.

Stop your sinning ways, all of you. All you fornicators, masturbators, sodomizers, drinkers, smokers are going to Hell.

Beware. The devil will take you.

Women, especially, beware. You are calling on the devil to take you. You must stop your evil ways. If you want a place in heaven, listen to my words.

Reclaim your modesty. Toss out those shorts and pants and revealing tops you wear. Women must be demure. Cover yourselves from wandering eyes. You have strayed far from God’s righteous path with your whorish ways.

Repent!

Return to the ways of our ancestors before us. Embrace a more modest form of dress. Long skirts and long-sleeved shirts that are high enough to cover your neck. This is the dress of our forefathers before us.

Quit your frivolous attempt at equality. This is not God’s plan!

Return to your homes. Leave your jobs. Your master is your husband or your father. Bow your head in his presence and serve him as you would serve God.

Prepare meals, tend your children, clean your filthy homes, neglected from years of spending too much time out of the house.

Stop your evil gossiping.

Your body is not meant for pleasure. The devil has a place for those who masturbate. God made you for procreation, not so that you might enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Raise your skirts for none other than your husband and at his command and for his pleasure alone. Turn your faces to the side and endure what God has commanded, in his name.