Slow down, Sharon. Let him catch up.
“One, we’ll be able to communicate with each other all the time, even when we aren’t together, through our minds.”
Jackson’s mouth fell open. “Telepathically?”
“Yes. Only mates can do it. And shifted wolves.”
“I’ll believe that when I…hear it,” he joked. “And the other thing?”
“This driving need to fuck?”
“I’m clear on that. What about it?”
“It won’t get better. It will get worse.”
“I’ll also believe that when I…feel it.” He laughed. “Not possible.”
“Trust me,” Cooper added, “it’s possible. Don’t plan on leaving this condo often. We’ll only be able to accomplish the absolute necessities in the next few days.”
“I have to work.”
Cooper smiled. “And in forty-eight hours on Monday morning you let me know if you still think that’s possible. Otherwise, I hope you have some vacation time coming.”
“Jesus. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
Cooper’s expression narrowed. “Dude, it’s not really optional. You feel like you can walk away right now?”
“No.”
“That’s because you can’t. Accept it. Take off your clothes. Let go of your doubts. And let’s rock Sharon’s world until she has no idea what either of our names are.”
Jackson paused for only a second, and then he jumped off the bed and stripped out of his clothes so fast Sharon couldn’t keep up with the show.
She knew Cooper did the same on her other side when the mattress sprang up, but she ignored him to watch Jackson. She’d seen Cooper naked. She wanted to see Jackson.
Damn he was tall. And his chest was amazing. For an accountant, he looked like he must spend the rest of his waking hours at the gym. He was going to have to find another way to work out, because she needed him to free up his life a bit to fit her in.
When his jeans eased over his cock, she inhaled sharply. His scent filled the room more than it had before. Precome dripped from the head of his engorged length, and he boldly wrapped his hand around the base and stroked his palm up to the tip.
She couldn’t breathe.
“You have lube, baby?” Cooper’s voice made her turn her head toward him.
She nodded. “Bedside table.”
“Condoms?” Jackson asked.
“Don’t need them,” Cooper responded as he lowered himself once again at her side.
Jackson chuckled. “Dare I ask why that would be?”
Sharon reached out and set her hand on his chest as he climbed up next to her. “We can’t catch or transmit any human diseases. And Cooper will be able to scent if I’m ovulating.”
“Jesus. That’s crazy. I can’t keep up with all the rules.”
“They aren’t rules. Just facts. You’ll get there.” She pressed her palm against his heart and felt the rhythm of it beating against her touch. She needed to taste him. She squirmed out from under the covers and crawled on her knees to get closer until she met him face to face, both of them on their knees.
She cupped his cheeks with both hands and boldly brought her lips to his. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered into his mouth. “I promise.”
In a flash, he went from stiff and hesitant to decisive and determined. He wrapped one hand around her waist, hauled her chest against his, and took her mouth in a searing kiss that made her knees week.
He moaned into her, lighting a fire with his tongue and lips. His hands roamed up and down her backside until he settled them on her ass and squeezed.
She vaguely sensed Cooper behind her, impressed with his ability to give her this. He’d had more than this much of her while Jackson had been at home alone, but she knew it was difficult for him.
Finally, while Jackson continued to devour her mouth, seemingly unwilling or unable to separate from her, Cooper set his hands on her waist and stroked his palms up to cup her breasts.
She arched her chest forward into Jackson’s, whimpering into his mouth. The need was intense. And it grew by the second.
When Cooper pinched her nipples through the cotton of her tank top, she squirmed.
Jackson broke the kiss and leaned back, still holding her ass cheeks, but shifting his gaze down to her chest. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Cooper pinched and pulled on her nipples from behind, making her ache for more.
“Tip your head back, love,” Jackson said as he lowered his face to her chest.
She leaned the back of her head onto Cooper’s chest while Jackson licked a line down from her neck to her cleavage. He nuzzled the sensitive skin between her boobs and then nudged Cooper’s hands aside to grab the edge of her tight tank top with his teeth and tug the material down until her breasts popped free.