She didn’t respond, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans for the hundredth time. “I think I have a fever.” She let her head fall back against the seat cushion. Or I’m in heat.
It was absurd, of course, but that’s what she felt like.
She clenched her knees together and took deep breaths through her mouth. If she didn’t get out of this car soon and stop inhaling the scent of these pheromone producing wolves, she’d combust.
Her body was so warm. Her chest pounding a beat she could feel even in her clit. Her jeans were suddenly too tight and rubbed against her every time she wiggled on the seat. And wiggle she did, in an attempt to alleviate the pressure—which only made it worse.
Alex laid a hand on her forehead. “It’s the claiming, cariña. It raises your temperature.”
Just as she’d thought.
Great.
She flinched away from his touch and glared at him. “Could you just stop … touching me. And … breathing.”
He laughed. “I’ll try, but your body is calling to us.”
Ryan gripped her thigh with his free hand. “You should have let us put the plug back in before we left,” he teased. “We need to finish this claiming soon or you’ll think hot.”
Held stiff between them, she tipped her face into her hands and moaned. What she wanted was for Ryan to pull the truck over right now along the side of the rural road and take her as they desired.
She had to stay focused. There were bigger things to worry about than where, when, how, and who to fuck. Right?
“Jeez…” She kept her head down and held her breath as long as she could for a short reprieve. It didn’t work.
“Ugh,” she screeched in frustration. “Stop the car. No … don’t.” She squeezed her temples with both hands. Concentrate. Just ignore them … and their damn smell.
She leaned to the right slightly as the car lurched onto the gravel. Damn. Why couldn’t she have kept her freaking mouth shut?
She peaked to the right when Alex popped the door open and stepped out. Before she could even mutter a word, he dragged her body to the edge of the seat, popped her jeans open, yanked the zipper down, and tugged the stifling pants off her body, her panties with them.
She gasped.
Ryan pulled her shirt over her head from behind and laid her down flat on the seat. Two seconds later he’d snapped open the front clasp of her bra, and she found herself reclined naked between them on the side of the road. Oh, holy hell. What had she gotten herself into?
“Put your foot here.” Alex angled her left foot onto the dash, and then grasped her right ankle and braced it against the door frame, effectively exposing her entirely to his gaze. He didn’t look at her face.
She blushed, heat perfusing her entire body when Ryan reached across to knead her tight breasts with both hands, his thumbs dragging over her nipples.
She grabbed at the seat with both hands alongside her, unable to get any purchase against the leather, and groaned in defeat when Alex’s mouth covered her mound and sucked her clit into its warmth.
“We’re just going to take the edge off before you explode, hon.” Ryan’s voice soothed her from behind.
When Alex clenched both her thighs at the same time, perilously close to her center, and abruptly invaded her with both thumbs, she came, hard, calling out their names in succession. “Alejandro, Ryan … God.” As though God too were present for the entertainment.
As her breathing resumed a normal rate, and she opened her eyes to the scene, Alex leaned forward with a chaste kiss on the lips. “Better?”
“Marginally.” She twitched around his thumbs still thrust inside her.
“I’d be happy to strip and really rock your world if you want.” His look melted her on the spot and she glanced around. Shit. They were outside, on the side of the road. She hadn’t been such a hussy a few days ago.
A car whooshed by them and Lindsey nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh, no.” She scrambled away from the edge on her back, dislodging Alex’s intrusion with a small pop. Could anybody see her well-fucked naked self as they drove by?
“No one can see you, mi amor. Except us.”
“Jeez. Gimme my clothes, you apes.” She jerked her arms through the air, grasping at the material in front and behind her. All thoughts of continuing this insanity flew out the open door.
Ryan continued plucking at her nipples, expertly reinstating her need to get laid … hard, fast, and now. She batted at his hands and yanked her bra into place with a glare in his direction.
“Stop it. You’re torturing me. Both of you. And you know it.” She lifted her ass off the damp leather and shimmied her panties and then her jeans up her legs. “Damn horny bastards,” she mumbled through gritted teeth.