Amanda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  “Amanda?” he asked the second she got within reasonable range.

  “I got the job.” She beamed. “I’m so excited. I start Monday.”

  “Monday?”

  “Yes. Next week. Plenty of time for me to get more of my stuff moved into the condo and do a little shopping.”

  “Shopping?” He wasn’t a fan of shopping, and he was less a fan of taking his mate out in public more than necessary.

  “Are you a parrot?” she teased as she pointedly avoided him and rounded to the other side of the truck.

  He climbed back into the driver’s side at the same time she entered on her side. “I hate shopping,” he mumbled.

  “No one said you had to go.” She shrugged and then pulled her seatbelt down. “I’ll hit that strip of stores on Main Street and get a few outfits over the weekend.”

  Sawyer shook his head as he started the engine. “Not going to happen.”

  She rolled her eyes when he glanced her direction. “You have to let go of this obsession with my safety. I made it all the way into the building and back out without incident. I think I can handle myself. What could possibly happen to me in the middle of town on a weekend?”

  “You want a list?” His skin crawled thinking of the possibilities.

  “I want you to stop coddling me and relax.” She turned to stare out her window, not meeting his gaze.

  They rode in silence for several minutes.

  Finally, Sawyer found the nerve to speak again. Why this tiny woman had him so bent out of shape, he had no idea. “Amanda, listen to me. Logan and I are in love with you. You mean the world to us. We just want you to be safe.”

  She yanked her head to face him. “Did you say you’re in love with me?”

  “Of course we are.” What now?

  “We’ve only known each other a few days.” Her face lost its color.

  “Hon, you know how we feel. This can’t be a shock to you.” Right?

  She didn’t move, not even to blink.

  He twisted to face her when he came to a traffic light. “Amanda…”

  “You can’t just throw that out at a girl in the car while driving, Sawyer. It’s not fair.” Her voice squeaked as she threw her hands up in dismay.

  What was she talking about? “Um. I’m confused. What are you pissed about now?”

  “Love.” She leaned toward him and poked him in the chest with one finger. “You don’t tell a woman you love her for the first time casually in the car in the middle of a sentence while driving.”

  “Oh. That. I’m sorry. I thought it was a given.” He clearly had a lot to learn about women, or at least this one in particular.

  She shook her head rapidly. “Love is never a given. Are you serious?”

  A car honked behind them, and Sawyer jerked his attention back to the road and pressed the gas pedal. He chewed on her words in silence until they reached the condo. And when they did, she jumped down from the cab and raced toward the front door so fast he couldn’t keep up.

  By the time Sawyer stepped inside and shut the door, Amanda was gone from the front room, and Logan was smirking from behind the kitchen island. “What did you say to her?”

  Sawyer’s shoulders fell as he sauntered closer. “Apparently you can’t tell a woman you love her for the first time without making a production out of it.”

  “You told her you loved her? You mean like in the car?”

  “Yeah. Who cares?”

  “Dude. That’s uncool. It’s like in the handbook or something.”

  Sawyer shot Logan a glare. “Handbook. Funny. And I told her we loved her, by the way.”

  “Oh good. Not only did you break every rule of dating in the book, but you dragged me down with you.”

  Sawyer threw up his hands. “Dating? Who the fuck is dating? I’m in a solid committed relationship with the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. No one is dating in this condo.”

  Logan pursed his lips, seemingly in an attempt to keep from laughing. When he released them, he smirked. “She’s human first, Sawyer. She needs a little romance. Maybe you could get away with that if she were a shifter—though I doubt it—but she isn’t.”

  “Guess I owe her a groveling apology.”

  “Yeah. And some words of love. Eye-to-eye. Preferably naked.”

  Sawyer liked this plan.

  ∙•∙

  Amanda kicked off her pumps and paced the master bedroom while running her fingers through her hair. She’d dodged the inquisition on a technicality she couldn’t have predicted. She knew perfectly well she had looked like a ghost when she left McField Hall. There had been no way to avoid it.

  But just when she thought she’d have to fess up and spill the details, Sawyer had given her an out.

  Love.

  She grinned remembering his stammering words and the look on his face when she’d feigned shock and disappointment. It wasn’t a stretch. Any woman would have found his bad timing offensive. But she understood the stakes here. She knew perfectly well they were all in love with each other. It didn’t matter how long they’d known each other. It was the real deal. She could have teased him and returned the words, but instead she’d taken the opportunity to bury her shaky demeanor in his faux pas and won the battle.

  Now she just needed to school her face and continue the farce because any second now, two very sorrowful wolves were going to enter the bedroom and make sure she felt every bit of their undying devotion, hopefully with their lips, their hands, and their cocks.

  Day five and she still needed them with an intensity that was undeniable several times a day. If anything, it was worse. Which made her feel like a heel for lying by omission.

  Nevertheless, there was no way in hell she intended to tell them about her encounter with the kid in the stairwell or what followed. Neither incident was worthy of her losing her freedom. If she could just get through a few more days in a row without either man experiencing anything out of the ordinary, perhaps they would let her start her job on Monday without bringing her daddy along.

  She shuddered. That was exactly what it felt like. These men were her lovers, not her fathers. And she didn’t want them making her feel like she wasn’t in charge of her own life when she made her first impressions at work.

  When the door opened behind her, she spun around to face two chagrined men.

  Sawyer spoke first. “Hon, I’m sorry for what I said in the car. It wasn’t the right time or place to declare my love for you.” He stepped closer and took both her hands in his. “I do love you. With all my heart. But I should have realized you wouldn’t want to hear that for the first time while driving down the road.”

  She nodded. “I love you both too.” She glanced at Logan. “And I might have overreacted. You took me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it.”

  Logan rounded behind her and set his hands on her hips. He leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “I love you too, baby. With all my heart.”

  A shiver shook her body as she flooded with emotion. The events of the last hour disappeared in a heartbeat. She leaned her head back against Logan’s chest as a soft moan escaped her lips. No more faking was necessary. Logan and Sawyer sucked the oxygen out of the room in seconds, leaving her lightheaded and needy.

  Her legs threatened to buckle. She’d had sex with both of them a few hours ago before heading to campus. And now…

  The room melted, leaving nothing but arousal and need.

  A driving need that grew stronger every day.

  Amanda moaned louder. She grasped Sawyer’s biceps and held on.

  Logan ran his fingers through her hair and then lowered his hands down her sides. His palms grazed her breasts. How that could still elicit the same response in her it had days ago was beyond her. But her nipples jumped to attention at the slight caress.

  When he continued lower until he reached the hem of her blouse, she sucked in a breath. His fingers grazed her skin lightly under the silk, and then he eased the m
aterial up her body and over her head.

  Sawyer released her hands as she was forced to draw them over her head.

  Her breasts rose high in this position, and she found her hands trapped in the tangle of satin when the blouse got caught at the unbuttoned section around her wrists.

  When Logan tucked her bound hands behind her head and smoothed his palms up the sensitive undersides of her biceps from her armpits to her elbows, she lifted onto her tiptoes. “Logan…”

  Her nipples strained against the material of her bra.

  Sawyer traced a finger down the center of her chest, over the front clasp without unhooking it, and down her belly. “Your skin is so smooth…” He continued lower until he reached the button on her best pair of black dress pants.

  He wiggled his fingers under the waistline of her pants instead of unbuttoning them and teased her skin with the pads of each finger against her belly. “Soft…” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love it when goose bumps rise all over your body from my touch.”

  She shivered, biting her lower lip between her teeth.

  Logan held her elbows, pulling them back farther so her chest arched even more.

  Sawyer removed his fingers from her belly and trailed them back up her chest until he skimmed over the lace of her bra with a featherlight touch that could have gone undetected by some other woman who wasn’t about to come without direct contact.

  She closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open as Sawyer continued to torment her by skimming the edge of her bra along the V between her breasts and then dipping one finger inside to flick over her nipple.

  She moaned, instinct forcing her to pull her arms down. But Logan held her biceps firmly from behind, keeping her in this vulnerable position that caused her pussy to grasp at nothing and wetness to pool between her legs.

  With one hand, Logan must have pulled her blouse at the juncture between her trapped wrists, because she felt a slight tug that forced her arms farther behind her. He lowered his other hand to her waist and flattened his palm on her naked belly. “God I love the noises you make when you’re horny.”

  She blinked her eyes. Was she making noises? Probably. She was too far gone to notice…or care.

  Suddenly Sawyer removed his finger from inside the cup of her bra, grasped both sides of lace, and tugged the flimsy material down until her breasts were forced upward and held awkwardly pressed toward his face.

  When Logan’s fingers found the button on her pants and released it nimbly with his one hand, she gasped. Seconds later, he lowered the zipper, and her pants fell to the floor to pool at her feet.

  Sawyer nudged her thighs with his knee. “Step out, hon.”

  She separated her feet enough to increase her vulnerability to new heights. The way she was spread open to them, her arms trussed behind her head, her legs wide apart, made her arousal shoot through the roof. She never would have pictured herself in this position—open, spread, wanton…

  Yet, here she was. Needy, desperate. If she thought it would help get what she wanted, she would beg, but that wouldn’t work on Sawyer and Logan at this juncture. She could sense it would only make matters worse.

  Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited.

  Sawyer shocked her when he dipped his head and suckled a nipple between his lips. His teeth lightly bit down, enough to make her pussy weep with need.

  He grasped her other breast in his palm and squeezed, forcing the majority of the swollen globe to arch outward closer to his face. When he eased his thumb and pointer to the nipple and pinched, she moaned. Although realistically she had probably been moaning the entire time. But she heard herself on the sharp intake of breath at his demanding touch.

  Logan still held her hands back with nothing more than a grip on her blouse between her shoulder blades. His other hand flattened once again on her belly and then dipped lower to reach over her panties and cup her pussy.

  Instinct forced her knees to slam together.

  “Baby, open your legs for me.”

  She followed his direction, although she wasn’t sure she could continue to have enough brain cells to do so.

  The second she parted her feet again, Logan’s hand cupped her pussy and pressed against her. “Oh, baby. So wet. Your panties are soaked.”

  She flushed, fighting the embarrassment that lingered after days with these fantastic lovers.

  Logan’s fingers trailed the edged of her panties, grazing her lower lips over and over until she couldn’t stand the need to have him inside her. “Please…”

  He kissed her ear and whispered, “What do you need, baby?”

  She stiffened slightly, partially from the feel of Sawyer’s lips as they switched to her other nipple and partially from the way he wanted her to ask for what she wanted. They hadn’t done that before.

  “You…”

  He chuckled. “That’s not good enough. Too vague.”

  Sawyer released her nipple with a pop and cupped both breasts with his hands. “Tell us, hon. Tell us what you need.”

  She bit her lower lip, trying to arch farther into Sawyer’s hands and Logan’s fingers.

  When both men eased their touch until the contact was almost nonexistent, she opened her eyes wider.

  Sawyer’s gaze was intent. “Tell us, Amanda.”

  She licked her lips. They weren’t going to continue until she verbalized her desires. “Please. I need you both inside me. Take off my panties. Touch me…my pussy. God. Please.”

  Heat rose on her cheeks. She closed her eyes again as Logan tucked his fingers into her panties and tugged them over her thighs with one hand. “I can smell your arousal. Sweet, sweet torture.” He kissed her shoulder. “I can always smell it. Even when I’m not with you, it lingers on my fingers and in the air.”

  Her knees threatened to buckle.

  Sawyer lowered himself in front of her. He trailed kisses down her belly and then teased her thighs with his lips, avoiding her pussy.

  Wetness ran down the insides of her thighs.

  Logan molded his free hand to a breast and held it, squeezing it almost too much and forcing her to recognize the pleasure that accompanied the slight pressure of his fingers gripping her tender flesh.

  She stepped out farther, hoping Sawyer would take the hint and let her come, whatever that took.

  When he grasped both her thighs with his hands and pressed his face between her legs, she thought she might pass out from the arousal.

  “Sawyer…” she muttered. “Please…”

  Logan pinched her nipple hard at the same time Sawyer thrust his tongue into her pussy.

  She came. Hard. Harder than ever before.

  Her pussy pulsed, all available blood flow gathering between her legs. Her thighs shook as the waves continued, her pussy gripping at Sawyer’s tongue, her clit pleading silently for the contact she needed to send one orgasm into two.

  She’d learned to do that in the last few days—come more than once in a row.

  “Sawyer,” she begged, hoping her voice carried enough for him to hear over the ringing in her ears. “Suck my clit. Please. Oh. God…”

  He did as she asked, drawing the tight swollen nub into his mouth and flicking it over and over in rapid succession with his tongue until a second orgasm raised its head and took over every cell in her body.

  She shook so violently she had no idea how she remained standing until she realized Logan had his arm around her belly under her breasts. Her legs were jelly. He was doing all the work.

  As the intense orgasm subsided, Logan released her blouse and bent over to lift her up against his chest.

  She let her hands lower to her breasts, noticing the ache in her arms from holding them in that position so long.

  She didn’t care. She only cared about two cocks getting naked and inside her as soon as possible.

  When Logan deposited her on the bed and stepped back to remove his clothes, she blinked at both men standing next to each other tugging shirts o
ver their heads and then shrugging out of their jeans and underwear.

  She licked her lips, trying to focus on their impressive cocks. Her vision wasn’t quite normal yet. It wouldn’t be for a while, not until both men had taken her in some fashion.

  They were not kidding about the drive to mate. It was impressive. And she was a willing victim.

  When Logan climbed onto the bed, his cock bobbing in front of him, precome oozing from the tip, she resumed her struggle with her blouse. It still trapped her hands, although now at her waist.

  Logan didn’t comment. Instead he grabbed the silk between her wrists and tugged her arms over her head again. When he straddled her body and lifted onto his knees to reach toward the headboard, Amanda squirmed. Was he going to attach her arms in some way?

  Whatever his intentions, she lost interest when his cock tapped against her chin. She tipped her head down and reached her tongue out without thinking. She wanted to taste him.

  No. She needed to taste him.

  The first lick up his shaft heightened her senses and caused Logan to freeze with his dick above her mouth.

  She’d caught him off guard.

  He bent slightly at the knees, lowering his cock enough to allow her to wrap her lips around the shaft and draw him in. “Baby…” He gripped the headboard behind her, leaving her hands where they were and refocusing his attention on her face.

  She flicked her tongue over the slit in his mushroom-shaped head and tasted his essence. Salty. Tangy. Logan.

  She needed more and made that a reality by sucking him deeper into her mouth. She was new to blow jobs. Hell, until last week, she’d never been with a man who made her feel relaxed enough to want to wrap her lips around him. And she wanted Logan’s cock in her mouth as badly as she wanted her next breath.

  When Sawyer grabbed her thighs and spread her wide, she hesitated for the briefest moment. And then she resumed, allowing her mind to process two parallel sensations, the feel of Logan’s smooth hard skin inside her mouth and the nudging of Sawyer’s cock against her pussy.

  As she blinked away the blurry vision that accompanied her complete loss of senses, she stared at a picture above her she would never forget.