Melinda’s Wolves(75)

They were completely in sync. None of the awkward negotiation of position existed between them. Also lacking was the sensation that any one of them had not been satisfied to the fullest.

As Keegan watched Trace increase his pace until he came with a deep groan of contentment and then collapse to the other side of Melinda, his leg wrapped over the top of hers, Keegan knew pure bliss.

All three of them breathed heavily. The room was filled with the scent of their lovemaking. A heady pleasant aroma he never wanted to be without.

He closed his eyes and smiled.

“You still haven’t told us where that burst of lust came from, baby,” Trace mumbled from the other side of the bed. “Don’t think for a minute we intend to let you get away with it.”

“Can’t a girl simply want to have sex with her men?”

“Yep,” Keegan said. “Any time. But stop avoiding it, and tell us what motivated you this time.”





Chapter Twenty


Melinda winced. Jesus. Can’t they just let it go?

She swallowed around the thought, knowing she hadn’t blocked it well enough.

Keegan rose onto his elbow at her side. “So there is an explanation. You just aren’t willing to share.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face and leaned forward to set his lips on her nipple, instantly bringing the bud back to life—defying reason.

She squirmed against him. “I’ve never met a more stubborn pair of men.”

Trace chuckled. “Baby, your entire life is our top priority.” He lifted her limp hand to his face and rubbed the back of it over his cheek. “It may seem rather old-fashioned and overbearing to you, but we’ll always pay close attention to anything that involves your safety, health, and happiness. When we sense something’s on your mind, we’ll pick it apart until we get to the bottom of it. Better get used to it.”

She blew out a breath. “I’m not used to having anyone so in my space, literally and figuratively. You both crowd me.” She wiggled her ass back and forth, unable to move more than a few inches in either direction. “And not just my body, but my mind. It’s like a hurricane inside my head. I can’t organize a thought.”

Keegan reached up to cup the underside of the breast he’d been admiring. “We like it that way.” His voice was teasing.

“Something about getting pregnant has you flustered. Talk to us.” Trace squeezed her hand tighter and nuzzled it against his face.

A flush crawled up her cheeks as she took a deep breath and shrugged. “I just want to enjoy you both to myself for a while, okay? I’m not like Rebecca.”

“In what way?” Keegan asked.

“I just had sex for the first time on Sunday. I like it. A lot.” She closed her eyes against them and continued. “I want to enjoy things the way they are for a while is all. I have some catching up to do.”

“And you think if you get pregnant we’ll stop having sex?” Trace asked incredulously.

She opened her eyes to face him and swallowed. “Rebecca says Griffen and Miles have coddled her from the moment she found out.”

Trace leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “My brother. Griffen,” he clarified. “I can assure you they’ve been having sex for the last year.”

“I didn’t say they weren’t having sex.” The heat in her cheeks turned to a flame. She bit her lip.

It took a second, and then Trace’s lips spread wide. He didn’t take his gaze off Melinda as he spoke. “Keegan, I believe what our mate is saying is she would like to enjoy an extended period of rough kinky sex to make up for lost time before we impregnate her.”

Yes. Her face could get redder. She lowered her gaze. The scrutiny from both her mates was intense. “Don’t make fun,” she muttered.

Keegan leaned over her body and took her chin in his hand, angling her face toward his. “We would never make fun of you. We’re just shocked. And we would never ignore such a request. Trust me. If you want to have years of wild uninhibited sex, we’re at your mercy.” He grinned.

“But I can’t promise I won’t be harassing the hell out of my brother the next time I see him.”

“Don’t you dare.” Her gaze went wide. “Rebecca confided in me in confidence. You’d seriously damage my relationship with one of the only close friends I have who doesn’t think I’m a freak if you said a word.”

He scrunched up his nose. “Well shit.”

“Not to mention the damage you would do to my relationship with you. It’s not easy for me to talk about sex. I have no experience having such a discussion. It’s none of our business how others behave in their bedrooms. I’m just saying I don’t want to find myself pregnant so fast you both decide to practically cut me off from all the fun before I’ve had a chance to fully enjoy it.