Jessica's Wolves by Becca Jameson Read Free Book Online

past Charles, entered the room, and leaned over Jessica’s body to investigate. “You were really going to leave? Just go?”
    “Uh-huh.” The sound was soft, but no one missed it. “I can’t do this,” she managed to say.
    “Still?” Reese looked hurt, his mouth straight, his eyes narrow. He crouched beside her on the floor. He touched her cheek and then the bob of her hair. His fingers tangled in the strands until he had a good grip, and then he leaned in to kiss her firmly on the mouth. His tongue darted inside with no hesitation, a starving man who’d not gotten his turn.
    His taste was unique. Minty, as though they’d both reached into the same packet of mints a while ago, but a hint of coffee and chocolate tempted her taste buds as he explored for the first time.
    Jessica’s arms wobbled from holding herself awkwardly off the floor. Reese must have known because he reached behind her to steady her frame and take her weight into his own embrace.
    The kiss turned urgent, demanding. The moan that rent the silence was his. Well, maybe mixed with hers.
    She lost purchase on the floor with her heels as they slipped out from under her.
    When Reese finally pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers, he mumbled through gasps of air, “This is far, far from finished. You aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart. And … you taste heavenly.” His genuine smile made her heart beat faster.
    Charles kneeled on the floor beside Jessica. “Please. Let us love you. I need to taste more than your mouth. I need to lick my way across your nipples, taste the expanse of your body until I can bury my mouth in your pussy.” He glanced at Reese before continuing. “We can smell your arousal, the cum leaking from your orgasm.”
    Jessica’s body betrayed her. A new flood of arousal eased out of her to soak her panties. Her jeans felt too tight. A pulse point she’d not known existed throbbed against the crease of the denim.
    No. No. No . A voice in her head screamed. Remember what happened to your parents . She flinched and then jumped to her feet, untangling herself from both men.
    Pressed against the bed, she finally found her voice. “No. I can’t do this. I. Can’t. I don’t want to.” After a pause, she said, “I won’t.”
    God. They had to get out of here before she lost it. She couldn’t think straight in their presence. Her intentions got skewed. Warped.
    Darting between the men, she headed for the front door. She opened it and savored the clean, fresh air. Even the freezing temperature didn’t bother her. She needed deep breaths of any atmosphere that wasn’t permeated with the scent of the two horny wolves chomping at the bit to ravage her.
    Both men stepped behind her. All her fears jumped to the surface when she noticed she could already sense them. Not just their presence, but she could even distinguish one from the other by their smell, one distinctly more outdoorsy—Charles. The other, Reese, with a stronger hint of his particular soap, some masculine bar of something she’d rather not have ever been in the presence of since she’d never shake it from her conscience.
    She could almost feel—or hear?—their heartbeats without touching them. They often beat in sync. And fuck all, if she wasn’t mistaken, the essence of their thoughts was even niggling into her head.
    “You have to go.” She spoke without turning around. Hugging her arms around herself, she intended not to ward off the welcome chill of the evening air but to put up a wall that kept out unwanted intruders of the heart.
    “Swear to us you won’t skip town.” Reese spoke inches from her right ear. “Promise you’ll sleep on this. Revisit it tomorrow. If we don’t have your word, we won’t leave you.”
    They both stepped around her and gazed deeply into her eyes. She glanced back and forth between the blue, piercing depths of Reese’s eyes to the deep chocolate brown of Charles’. They burrowed like a mole into her