Lindsey’s Wolves(61)

Repent!

A blood-curdling scream rent through the early morning as the woman beside Alejandro jerked upright, taking the covers with her.

“Lindsey? Babe?” Alex reached to caress her back, his hand bumping into Ryan’s in the process.

The faint light from the rising sun peeking through the open window allowed him to see her face.

Panic, pure and simple. Eyes wide. Sweat beading on her forehead.

“You had a pesadilla, a nightmare.”

Alex pulled her limp body back down onto the bed, settling her head on his chest.

Her heart pounded and she shook uncontrollably in his arms.

“It was awful,” she muttered, her words vibrating against him.

“Want to talk about it?” Ryan laid his cheek against her shoulder.

She shook her head forcefully.

“It’s okay,” Ryan soothed, his hand snaking around her to rest beneath her breasts and against Alex’s own chest. “We’re here.”

All they could do was hold her. Love her. Never leave her.

“What the hell was that all about?” Ryan didn’t move an inch as he reached into Alex’s mind.

“No idea. But it wasn’t pleasant, whatever it was.”

Her breathing grew more shallow, her heart rate slowing, as she relaxed between them. “We have to get back. I’m worried about Jess.”

“Okay, cariña. We will. It’s still early. You want to sleep a while longer?”

“No. I couldn’t go back to sleep if I wanted to.” She shook, a sharp violent jerk. The memory of her nightmare hadn’t subsided.

“I’ll run you a warm bath.” Ryan twisted his arm from between their tangled bodies and rose from the bed. “I think early morning sex is out of the question.”

Alex smiled. Apparently so.

Running water moments later called Lindsey’s attention and she sat upright next to Alex. Her gaze locked on his after she glanced down at her naked chest exposed to his perusal. Color flooded her cheeks. She was so beautiful when she felt bashful. Increíble.

“Vamos.” He stood and angled his head toward the open bathroom door, her hand in his grasp. “The warm water will soothe you. Wipe the terror away.”

With dainty movements, Lindsey let the sheet fall away from her glorious body and stepped from the bed.

He wanted her like never before as he followed her into the adjoining bath. The sway of her hips enticed him to squeeze the globes between his palms.

She wasn’t in a mood for that right now though. At least not with her head. There was no doubt her mind was at war with her body, judging from the goose bumps rising along her skin, but she needed a break for their constant demands on her, both mental and physical, he mused with a smile.

Ryan stepped back from the tub as they entered and bowed as though she were royalty stepping into an ancient Egyptian bath.

“We should leave her alone.”

“Agreed.”

Ryan cleared his throat as she stepped gingerly into the water, a low moan escaping her lips. “We’ll give you some time alone, okay.”

“That’d be great.” Her smile was the sweetest vision as they backed out of the room.

At least Ryan had put some jeans on at some point. Alex’s rigid length still bobbed in front of him. As he pulled the door closed, he sagged against the wall and took a deep breath before running a hand down his face. “I need a cold shower.”

Ryan laughed. “Right this way.” He pointed to the door. “There’s a perfectly good cold shower available in every room. I’ll take the one across the hall; you take the one next door.” His laughter followed him.

Alex grabbed a change of clothes and went in search of another bathroom. Although accustomed to being warmer than any human, he felt almost chilled from the absence of Lindsey’s body alongside his. Nope, cold water wasn’t going to do it. As he entered the adjacent bath, he turned the faucet to hot and stepped inside.

Allowing the steaming water to run down his head and seep into his skin, he took his aching cock in hand and moaned. He wasn’t chilled now.

His forehead dropped to the tile wall as he allowed this small release to take over. Three pumps of his palm and he was done for. He hadn’t come that fast at his own hand since puberty.

And goddamn if it didn’t even take the edge off. He wanted inside his woman and no amount of masturbating was going to cure him of that need.





Chapter 12





“How much farther?” Lindsey sat between these hunks, unable to stop the thumping of her right leg.

“Not far.” Ryan drove. He glanced her way. “Are you anxious to get away from us?” He attempted to look worried or hurt, but his wry smile gave away his amusement.