Rebecca’s Wolves(81)

Griffen stroked her back. “So you admit we aren’t the only ones with a sex drive?”

“Yes.” She pressed her wet pussy against Miles’ thigh. “I never said you were.”

“Ah,” Griffen continued, “but you wanted an evening without sex.”

She lifted her head off Miles’ chest and twisted onto her back to look at Griffen. “You tormented me.”

His eyes grew wide. “I did no such thing.”

She glared at him. “You kept me naked and teased me into submission the entire evening.”

“Me?” He blinked several times as though this were news to him.

Miles snickered.

Griffen flicked the tip of her nipple where the sheet had fallen to her belly. “I don’t think it’s necessary to tease you, baby. You’re pussy is wet every single time I’m near you. I don’t have to touch it for it to be so.”

“You did it on purpose though, to make a point.”

“And what would that point be?” Griffen asked.

Miles found it comical that Griffen wanted her to say it out loud.

She blew out a breath. “Fine. I’m horny. I’m always horny. I’m horny when I’m with you and when I’m not. If I could lie here in bed and have sex with the two of you twenty-four seven, I would. Apparently I’m a sex addict. Happy?”

Miles leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. “Very. But just so you know, as we’ve told you, it happens with all mates. And it will ease up over time. Not entirely, but some.”

“I’m doomed.”

•●•

When was the sex drive supposed to let up?

Rebecca was at work on Friday afternoon, trying to ignore the fact that Miles kept a running commentary in her head of the things he intended to do to her later that night and all day tomorrow. He finally had a day off, and she was already off because it was Saturday, the day she should have been racing in the local mountains.

He was undoubtedly trying to keep her mind off her loss, and it was working to a certain extent.

She was disappointed. The closer she came to race day, she actually felt stupid for giving it up. She’d worked so hard for this date. She really wanted to do this local race. It was the first time the Spartan Race was being held in Cambridge, and she would have to watch from the sidelines because of some supposed spirit declaration.

Well, that and the precognition of her new sister-in-law.

“What are you grinning about?” Cecelia asked her as Rebecca nearly ran into her in the hall.

She sobered, attempting to kick Miles out of her mind for the millionth time. “I’m at work. Leave me alone.”

He paid no attention to her.

Cecelia leaned against the wall and gave Rebecca a knowing grin. “I noticed you got dropped off today again.”

Rebecca stiffened, remembering the last time Cecelia had seen her get dropped off. That had been Miles.

Today was Griffen.

“Wasn’t the same man.”

Rebecca looked at her, not sure how to react.

“Just as sexy, but white. And just as fond of you.”

So she had seen enough.

Rebecca bit her lip.

Cecelia giggled. “I’m playing with you, girl. God how I wish I had your balls and your youth. You lucky bitch.” She was still laughing as she went down the hall.

Rebecca continued in the direction she’d been heading. She was almost done for the day. She just needed to check in with her supervisor. Marian had left a message for her to come by before she left for the day.

Rebecca knocked on Marian’s open door.

Marian lifted her face. “Hey, come on in. Shut the door, would you?”

Rebecca stiffened as she followed Marian’s request. So far she’d been in this office twice lately with the door closed. Nothing good ever came of it.

“Please tell me you haven’t gotten any more e-mails.”

“Worse.”

Fuck.

“I’m so sorry, hon. Someone filed a complaint.”

“A complaint? About what?”

“You.” Marian leaned back in her chair. “It was anonymous, and it went to the hospital board of directors.”

“Seriously? But I’ve got a stellar record with patients. I don’t know of any patient I’ve seen who was dissatisfied with my work.”

Marian blew out a breath. “It wasn’t about patients. It was a complaint about your morality and how it affected the overall mission statement of the hospital.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned. How humiliating. Thank God she hadn’t been called to appear before the board. “What did they say?” Her lips quivered as she fought back tears.

“Baby?” Griffen nudged in her mind.

When she was this upset and emotional, she couldn’t block well. “Busy. Give me a minute.”