Rebecca’s Wolves(84)

They moved faster, both men gasping for breath as they fucked her harder.

“Yes…” she hissed. “God, yes.”

Who would have thought she would have begged for two men to fuck her brains out just a few weeks ago?

Who cared? As long as they didn’t stop.

Her pussy clenched. She was close. Part of her hated for it to end. She wished she could stay in this state of suspended bliss for eternity.

But it didn’t happen.

She shattered. Every muscle in her ass and pussy gripped and pulsed around her men.

They both slammed into her deep and held tight the moment she fell into tiny pieces, pulsing their own releases into her as they filled the room with what could only be described as animalistic sounds of release.

She smiled.

So good.

So right.

Hers.

She was complete with them, she thought, as they all caught their breath.

She collapsed on Miles’ chest, still gasping for air. “Don’t pull out,” she requested into both of their minds.

Griffen remained on his knees between both her and Miles’ legs. It had to be hard for him to stay in that position, but she needed this for a few more minutes.

The hell with the rest of the world and their staunch ideas of right and wrong. Fuck them. She would take this love and soak it up over anything else any day of the week.

She would find a way to make this work. Permanently. If she couldn’t keep her job at the hospital, she’d get another one.

That’s how determined and strong she felt now that she’d been fucked hard and reminded of her good fortune.

She smiled against Miles’ chest and relaxed her body. “I’m good now,” she whispered. “Thank you.”





Chapter Thirty


Rebecca blinked her eyes open, unsure what had awoken her. After dinner and then round two last night, she hadn’t really gotten enough sleep to be awake. It was dark out, though she sensed it was early, not late.

And then she realized what woke her.

A phone buzzed on the night stand.

Miles groaned. “What the fuck?” He must have sucked three more seconds of sleep out of the situation.

Rebecca leaned over his enormous body and flattened her hand on the phone as it buzzed again. It was hers. “Hello?” she answered groggily.

“Rebecca, thank God. It’s Marian. Two nurses called in sick. I know it’s your day off, but is there any chance…?” She kept talking. “I’m swamped here already. Seems every person in town is flooding the emergency room this morning.”

Rebecca sat up straighter, aware of the cool air in the room wafting across her naked chest. She glanced at the clock. Five forty-five.

Twelve hours ago she’d been raging against this hospital, but that wasn’t Marian’s fault. The woman was not the cause of Rebecca’s aggravation or her problems.

Rebecca had a moral compass that set her into action. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Bless you, hon.” Marian disconnected before Rebecca could say another word.

“You’re kidding, right?” Miles asked the pillow, barely more awake than one minute ago.

Rebecca climbed over his frame, kissing his back as she went.

Griffen reached out a hand and snagged her ankle. He groaned. “Really, baby?”

“Yep. Who’s taking me?”

They both groaned.

She snickered as she made her way across the room. “No worries. I can drive. I think I still remember how.”

Two seconds later as she flipped on the shower, two men stood in the doorway.

Twenty minutes later both men dropped her off. She rode to the hospital in between them in the front seat of Miles’ truck, and she kissed them both soundly one at a time before she got out. Fuck anyone who had issue with it. Let the hospital fire her.

She walked into the emergency room to find total chaos. It was like a full moon or something.

One thing that helped was that working kept her mind off the race she knew was about to start a few blocks away in downtown Cambridge. It smarted she wasn’t there at the starting line, but she tamped down her frustration and threw herself into her work.

Two hours later, she flinched as the gun went off for the start of the race. She could hear it from the emergency room bay where she was helping unload a stretcher.

And two minutes after that, all hell broke loose.

•●•

Miles groaned when his cell phone rang as he and Griffen returned to the condo. He pulled it out of his back pocket to find an emergency call coming from an elder in his pack, Randal Peaceman. “Shit.”

“Everything okay?” Griffen asked.

Apparently Randal had a horse in labor that wasn’t doing so well.

Miles didn’t know Randal well. The man was older, perhaps in his eighties.