Melinda’s Wolves(72)

Keegan set the wok on the stove and turned toward her. She really was nervous about this issue. Her hands gripped the edge of the granite so tight they had to hurt. Furrowing his brow, he straddled her legs and pressed into her, setting his hands outside hers on the counter. “What’s really bothering you?”

She shrugged, diverting her gaze toward the floor.

Trace leaned his hip against the sink next to them and reached for her chin to lift it. “Are you saying you don’t want kids?”

“No.” She shook her head, quick to answer. She shuffled from one foot to the other, squeezing her legs together between Keegan’s.

“She’s aroused,” he communicated to Trace, glancing down at her nipples, puckered beneath the front of her tight sundress.

“I can smell her,” Trace responded.

“What’s this about then?” Keegan asked. And why is this distress also causing you to be aroused?

She hesitated, biting her lip. “I do want kids. I always have. But not right now.”

“Okaay.” Keegan leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. Fuck me. His cock had been hard since the moment he met her on Saturday, but it was suddenly much stiffer. What the hell was his woman thinking about?

Trace spoke again. “Baby, I’m afraid you’re going to have to enlighten us a bit more. We’re both confused.”

She pursed her lips and lifted her face, glancing from one of them to the other. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak again. “About what? All I said was that I didn’t want you to get me pregnant right away. What’s weird about that? I just want you two to keep your wits about you and use a condom when needed. Do not blindside me.” She released the counter and crossed her arms under her chest.

And weirder? She also crossed her legs, squeezing her pussy off. She was so horny she couldn’t control her body. If Keegan wasn’t mistaken, he would swear she was shaking.

Keegan stared at her, trying to read between the lines. Would she always be cryptic like this? It wasn’t a bad thing, but he felt like he was pulling teeth. Time to point out the obvious. He cupped her face and tipped her head back. “Hon, you’re so aroused you’re about to come without stimulation.”

Her face pinkened so fast with embarrassment she couldn’t avert her gaze quick enough to hide her mortification. “Jesus. Do you have to be so blunt? And how the hell can you possibly know that?”

Trace leaned in farther and took a deep breath. “Well, there’s your scent for starters. And your nipples are at attention.” He reached between Keegan and their mate and flicked a finger over the closest puckered tip.

Melinda flinched, leaning the other direction. “If you two weren’t always crowding me…”

Keegan narrowed his gaze. “So, it’s our fault you’re so aroused?”

“Who else would I blame? You’re the two mates in the room.” She stepped out with one leg, pressing against Keegan’s boxed arm to escape.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Keegan could barely speak now that her legs were separated. He stiffened his arm so she was trapped.

Her pheromones filled the room. They always did, but this was worse.

Trace reached farther between the two of them and cupped Melinda’s other breast, flicking his thumb over the distended nipple now even more prominent under the tight front of her dress.

Melinda moaned, her eyes closing.

“I’m still very confused by this conversation,” Trace said, his voice a gravelly sound that mirrored the way Keegan felt. “Is this some sort of game where you insist you want one thing when really you want another? Because I have to say, I probably suck at those sorts of riddles, baby. I’m a good guy, but at heart, I’m still a guy. If what you really want is to be pregnant, you’re going to have to spell it out better because neither of us is following.”

Melinda sucked in a breath and set her hand on top of Trace’s, attempting to push his palm away from her chest. “Of course not. I don’t play games. I meant exactly what I said. I don’t want you to get me pregnant without my permission, and I don’t want that to be for a long time.”

“And this is arousing…” Trace’s voice trailed off.

Keegan had to agree. They’d gotten nowhere with this conversation.

“Ugh.” Melinda rolled her eyes and then ducked under Keegan’s arm so fast, he couldn’t stop her from escaping. She skipped out of their reach and down the hall on her bare feet before Keegan knew for sure what tornado ran through the room.

“What the hell?” Trace asked, turning to follow their mate down the hall.