Rebecca’s Wolves(78)

As soon as she announced she would not run in the race, the weird weather abated. She was able to go to the gym in the afternoons and work out unencumbered. They even had electricity. Monday afternoon she was leery about entering the gym, but once she managed to get on a treadmill and the electricity didn’t flicker and the building didn’t collapse, she relaxed, plugged in her music, and ran her heart out.

Griffen and Miles were not as calm. And truthfully, Rebecca’s concern for her surroundings was needless because both men had it covered in spades.

She had to grit her teeth and take deep breaths at the way they shuffled her from home to work to the gym and back. One or both of them was always at her side, even inside the gym. The only place they didn’t trail along behind her was inside the hospital. She was actually grateful for those eight hours without their scents surrounding her and making her crazy with lust.

Her arousal level was insane, and it wouldn’t let up. She kept thinking it would ease. Who had sex that many times a day and didn’t feel completely sated?

She woke up every morning to one or both of them stroking her, sucking on her, or already pressing into her.

She went to bed every night the same way, exhausted from so many orgasms, her mind mush, her body limp.

And still she craved more.

She was on mornings at the hospital this week, which meant someone woke her up with their hands or mouth before the sun rose. It also meant she could go straight from work to the gym before one of the guys had her once again in Griffen’s apartment flat on her back.

By Wednesday afternoon, she entered the condo beside Griffen, dropped her purse and gym bag by the door, and collapsed on the sofa on her back. She needed a shower, but she was too tired to move.

She held up a hand as Griffen grinned down at her, palm out. “Don’t touch me.”

His grin widened. “How about if I fill the bathtub, and you soak in it for a while? I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Alone? I could use one evening off. I’m exhausted. The two of you have worn me out.”

“That could be arranged.”

Awesome. “You have a deal.”

She didn’t move. Griffen shuffled away from her. She could hear the water running, and then he padded into the kitchen and popped a cork.

All she did was close her eyes and listen.

The man hadn’t worked more than a few hours since she met him. Luckily his family could do fine without him during the brief summer months. There were enough of them to handle the hiking tours and cover for him. If they had met during ski season, the situation would have been far different.

They had sort of a routine now. Griffen did most of the escorting and cooking and cleaning, and Miles drove the long distance to the reservation every morning to see patients. He grumbled about how unfair it was he didn’t get to spend as much time with her as Griffen, but it also couldn’t be helped.

They couldn’t keep up this pace forever, and all three of them were aware that changes had to be made soon.

For one thing, Griffen’s apartment wasn’t his own. His brother Trace had graciously agreed to stay with their parents for the near future, but not forever. And Zachary was chomping at the bit to take Griffen’s half of the lease. He was ready to move out of their parents’ house and get on his own.

Rebecca’s housing situation was the pits. She was now the owner of nothing but the clothes she salvaged from the fire. So, staying with Griffen was easy enough.

But the elephant in the room was always Miles. The commute was far. Forty-five minutes to his house and oftentimes farther to his patients’. None of them wanted to keep that up for long. On the one hand, he had the best home. He owned it free and clear, and he had lived alone when the three of them mated. On the other hand, it wasn’t large, not much bigger than Griffen’s condo. Eventually the three of them would bump elbows a few too many times a day in his small two-bedroom place.

It certainly didn’t matter for the near future since the three of them nearly always occupied the same four square feet of space, but she didn’t imagine this ridiculous sexual frenzy would last forever. In fact, the thought made her shiver, and she didn’t know if it was from the hope that it kept up the pace or allowed her an eventual reprieve.

Miles had a great-paying job he loved as a vet, and they needed him on the reservation far more than anyone did in Cambridge. Rebecca made good money as a nurse at the hospital too, but she realized it didn’t matter as much where she worked as long as she did for sanity’s sake.

Griffen, on the other hand, worked with his family at their resort. That couldn’t be moved. It also paid well, which left her men with important jobs forty-five minutes apart and at an unspoken impasse. One day soon they would need to address the issue.