Rebecca’s Wolves(80)

“That’s it, love. Just feel.”

Griffen didn’t communicate with words, but she could sense him stroking his cock. She knew he had unzipped his jeans and taken himself in hand. She could feel his heavy breathing as if he were in the room.

“Ah, love. I can tell you’re close. Let it go.”

Rebecca stiffened, her pussy gripping the fingers she fucked herself with. She picked up the pace, using her other hand to stroke her clit.

And then she was flying, soaring above the Earth, floating weightless as she succumbed to the orgasm.

She didn’t stop as she came down, wanting to hold on to the feeling consuming her. Finally, she relaxed her hands and lay panting in the warm water. “I swore off sex for this afternoon. You’ve ruined me,” she whispered silently to her men.

Miles grunted as a response, making her smile. Hopefully he was someplace private where he could also get the relief he needed. “So sexy, love. Miss you.”

“Mmm, you too.”

There were moments of silence, and then she smiled as she realized she was not alone. She twisted her neck to find Griffen leaning on the doorjamb in the open doorway. His face was thick with lust, his gaze intense, his chest heaving. His jeans hung open, his half-hard cock resting on the zipper.

He’d come also. She knew it, but it had cost him since she was in the same house.

She finally rolled her eyes and reached out a hand for him. “Come. I’m sure you can squeeze in behind me.”

His smile grew slowly. “Better drain some of that water and add some hot.” He lowered his jeans, wiggling his hips back and forth as they fell to the floor.

Then he was right behind her, nudging her forward. “This tub isn’t big enough,” he grumbled.

“It’ll do.” It felt so good having him behind her back. She sighed as she relaxed into his chest. “How much did you see?”

“Enough.” He kissed her temple.

She trembled in his arms as he reached for the bar of soap on the side of the tub and stroked it down her body.

She moaned.

“Stay still, baby. Let me wash you.”

Stay still? Was he crazy? The man ran his hands and the damn bar all over her body, even between her legs. She strained toward another orgasm when he finished.

His cock was hard at her back again.

He simply held her, wrapping his arms around her waist beneath her breasts when he finished with the soap.

Her legs were still parted from his gentle touch between them. She clenched her pussy at nothing. Her breaths came more rapidly.

Finally, Griffen moved, but not to take care of her need. He leaned her forward, climbed out of the tub, and hauled her up by her hands. “Let’s get you dry. The water got cold again. You’re shivering.”

Her knees nearly buckled. If he thought she was shivering from cold, he was confused.

He chuckled as he wrapped her in a towel. “Not gonna fuck you right now, baby. You’re exhausted. Go lie down. Nap. I’ll start dinner.”

He quickly dried himself, tugged on his jeans, led her to the bed, and tucked her in. He left her there. Naked.

A giant ball of need.





Chapter Twenty-Nine


By the time Miles made it back to town and slid into bed next to Rebecca, he was exhausted. He was also aware of what Griffen had done to torment her for the rest of the day. He hadn’t stopped with the bath scene. The man had cooked dinner and brought it to her in bed. He’d fed her bites while she sat naked against the headboard.

Griffen even snuggled up beside her to watch television, holding her still naked in his arms. The running commentary Miles received would have been more comical if he hadn’t been so far away.

“Hey, she said she didn’t want to have sex. I’m just being the nice guy here,” Griffen had said.

Now that Miles was finally home, he reached for his mate, wrapping his arm around her belly and breathing in the floral scent of her hair splayed out on his pillow.

She turned toward him and buried her face in his chest.

“Thank God you’re here,” she muttered. “Griffen isn’t interested in sex.”

Griffen chuckled, a deep throaty sound. He lifted onto his elbow and looked at Miles from across the bed. It was dark in the room, but not dark enough to keep Miles from reading Griffen’s smug expression. They were wolves. They could see quite well in the dark.

Miles threaded his fingers with hers on his chest and kissed the top of her head. “I thought it was you?”

“So frustrating. Both of you.”

He closed his eyes and breathed her in. Every inch of her was tantalizing to his senses. He could smell her arousal as it increased.

She lifted her top leg and wiggled it between his. “Please. I take it back.”