Trevor and Bryan stare at me for a moment and then they start to laugh too. Soon we are collapsed in a heap on the grass, leaning on each other and laughing until all of us are wiping tears off our faces.
When Bryan leans in and presses a gentle kiss on my lips, I accept eagerly, balling my fist in his shirt and leaning into him. Not to be outdone, Trevor nibbles on my ear and rests his palms over my chest, his finger lazily rubbing my breasts through my dress.
Bryans lips are pillowy soft. He's clean-cut and the smoothness of his skin and the softness of his lips make me want to curl up on him and kiss him forever. He nips at my lips gently as he kisses me and I press my body against his, eager for more.
The desire I felt earlier that evening, and every night for the past week, comes rushing back at me in one tsunami of passion and sensation. Our kisses become less playful and our breathing heavier. Trevor and Bryan’s hands roam over my body freely, eliciting such tingly pleasures that I think I might actually die from it all. Secluded away in the forest, it is easy to forget that we are actually at a bar. With other people. People who can walk in and discover us at any time.
Eager to get the next stage of our relationship underway and finally get some relief from this stupid state of hyper-horniness, I roll and straddle Bryan, rubbing against the bulge of his crotch and groaning. I have never been so glad to be wearing a dress. Hello, easy access!
Trevor is behind us both, his arms around me and his hands have already found their way into the neckline of my dress. He rolls and teases my nipples with his fingers while he continues to nibble and kiss my neck. I love the way Bryan looks at me. It’s intoxicating. It’s like a combination of Christmas morning and coming face-to-face with your favorite cake.
I want to be his favorite cake. Desperately.
Rolling my hips against Bryan, I feel that delicious pressure start to build. Trevor nibbles on my pulse point, his stubble giving me goosebumps all up and down my arms. When Bryan moves his hands under the hem of my dress I feel like fist-pumping at the sky in victory. Finally.
He takes his time, his hand caressing my inner thigh, tantalizingly close to the jackpot. Trevor bites down at the same time Bryan surges forward, his lips crashing into mine and his fingers finally, finally touching me exactly where I want them.
I want to explode.
I have been walking around in a state of hyper-arousal for days.
Just a little more and I’m toast.
I lean in, throwing myself into Bryan’s kiss enthusiastically when they both freeze.
A very clear, very discreet ‘ahem’ penetrates my lizard brain and I realize we aren’t alone. Not the kind of penetration I’m looking for. Fuck a duck.
Bryan slowly withdraws his hand and I contemplate biting him in protest. When Trevor lets go of my nipples, carefully sliding my dress back up where it belongs, I could cry.
I’m too worked up to even be embarrassed. I just want to come.
There’s a slight chill in the air as Trevor moves away from me to greet or confront our intruder.
I let my face fall onto Bryan’s chest in resignation. Apparently Fate has given these men to me, she just hasn’t given me permission to come.
Bossy cockblocking bitch.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: RONNIE
THE SMELL OF JASMINE tea and vanilla surrounds me and a soft hand lands on my shoulder. I don’t need to look up to know who interrupted us. I know that scent well.
“Glenda?” I sigh, “What are you doing here? I’m kind of....busy.”
I am surprised to see that Glenda is not alone. Timoteo is standing a discreet distance away, his eyes averted. A smaller woman in blue coveralls is standing next to him openly staring. Well, that just made things more awkward.
“Threats have been made, sweet pea. We’re here to help the boys get you home.”
Blinking slowly, I jut my chin out in confusion. Threats? Who made threats?
“But, I thought we were with the witches? And you said if the Club can’t take care of security, the witches do. How am I in danger here?”
Glenda lets out a breath and holds out her hand to help me up. Shit. This must be serious.
I make my way back to my chair, hugging the jacket tight against my body. Timoteo mutters something into his hands and then a small silvery orb appears. He waves his hand, and it floats towards me hovering just out of reach. A warm heat emanates from it and I smile gratefully as my body starts to defrost a little. Floating heat balls. Preferable to blue balls, I guess.
Trevor and Bryan are already on the move. Bryan is on the phone with the Clubhouse while Trevor is talking urgently with Glenda. No one seems to care what I do as long as I stay nearby.
“What threats?” I say loudly. I feel like a petulant child, but I’m tired of being ignored.
Glenda glances at me and then back at Trevor. It annoys me how often people do that.
“The man you tussled with at The Hydra was the beta of the Coastal Wolf Pack, Sweetheart. He went to his Alpha and claimed it was an unprovoked attack and that the Sea Lion MC prevented him from approaching you about your Matestone on behalf
