Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) (29 page)

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.

“Ready, baby?” Griffen interrupted her musing by hovering over her, holding up a glass of wine, and nodding toward the hallway. “Water’s hot. I even put bubbles in.”

“Where did you get bubbles?” She groaned as she heaved herself off the sofa and wobbled on her feet.

“Bought them a few days ago.”

“And you’ve been holding out?”

He shrugged as she followed him to the bathroom. “What can I say? I’m greedy. I like you in the shower with me where I can wash you myself. Tub’s kinda small.”

She giggled as she pushed by him to get to the bathtub. Without thought, she peeled off her scrubs, dropped them in the hamper, and then lowered her aching body into the perfect water on a long moan.

He’d filled it more than halfway. It totally covered her up to her neck.

Griffen was breathing heavily as he leaned over and handed her the glass of wine. “You’re gonna kill me, woman,” he muttered.

“Mmm,” she took a sip of the Merlot and set it on the side of the tub, “hope not.”

Griffen perched on the edge and trailed the tips of his fingers along the top of the water, following them with his gaze until he reached her face, cupped her cheek, and leaned down to take her lips.

She instantly opened for him. The second his tongue met hers, she was lost. This was how it always was. Maybe she could restrain herself in either man’s presence if they weren’t touching her or leaning too close, but one brush of lips, and her pussy flooded, her nipples hardened, and her pulse rate soared.

She reached out with one soaking wet arm and grabbed his forearm next to her cheek.

Finally, he released her and stood. “Have a nice bath, baby.”

Her gaze shot wide, and her mouth fell open. She watched his back as he padded from the room.
Damn him
.

Smugness wafted off his back as he shut the door. He knew all too well what he’d just done to her. And then left her.

The only consolation she had was knowing his cock was hard and aching too.

She closed her eyes, eased farther into the water, and breathed slow and deep. She asked for this. She would take advantage of it. She just wondered if Griffen could really give her one evening without sex.

“I feel you relaxing, love. What are you doing?”

She smiled at Miles’ interruption.

“Mmm. Bath.”

“Alone?”

“Mmm.”

“Your little noises are making my cock rock hard.”

“Mmm.”
She didn’t have the energy even for telepathy.

Miles chuckled low into her mind.
“Touch yourself, love.”

Her eyes shot open as her pussy responded to his words.
“Miles…”

“Touch yourself, Rebecca. I want to experience it from here.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,”
Griffen interrupted.
“I’m in the goddamn kitchen, dude. I can’t handle that from this close.”

Miles chuckled into both their minds now.
“Suck it up. I’m way out in the middle of nowhere with a sick horse. I’m probably going to be here for several hours. I want my woman to get herself off so I can experience it in my mind at least.”

“Dude, I was trying to give her some space. She’s supposed to be relaxing.”

The damage was already done, though. Miles put the idea into her mind, and now Rebecca couldn’t keep her hands from sliding over her breasts, down her belly, and between her legs. She spread them wider, letting her knees fall open as Griffen stated his case.

There was a pause in the communication.

She heard something crash in the kitchen, and she smiled, her eyes drifting shut.

“Put the knife down, Grif, before you hurt yourself,”
Miles said.

Griffen moaned.
“Damn you,”
he muttered.
“I was chopping vegetables.”

Miles turned his attention to Rebecca. She could feel the moment he entered her mind more fully to hone in on her actions.
“God, love. That’s so hot. I can visualize every move in my head. Leave your mind open for me, love. Let me be there.”

Rebecca moaned again and lifted her ass off the bottom of the tub.

“That’s it, love. Stroke through your pussy for me…”

She followed his directions. Her fingers were already there, but she let him take the reins.

“Now your clit, love. Rub your fingers over that tight bundle of nerves.”

The noises coming from her mouth weren’t silent. She moaned out loud. Her men both knew. She was an open book, unable to block anything in her lust.

Water sloshed around her. She didn’t open her eyes.

“Concentrate on your pussy, love. Make yourself come for me.”
Even through their connection, she could hear Miles’ voice as lower, deeper, seductive.

Masturbation wasn’t something she normally did as a performance, and this certainly felt like a show. Even though Miles was almost an hour away and Griffen was in the kitchen, she still felt exposed.

“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.

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.”

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.