I absolutely do not want that. It's bad enough that Drew is touching me. Neither of them can fuck me, especially not out of spite; and especially not Parker. So, I make the wise choice to lay back on the bed.
“Good girl,” Parker says and Drew drops his head into my shoulder to laugh.
“I don't know,” he says, still chuckling. “Are you a good girl, Genie?”
“Not usually,” I mumble and suck in a breath when he pushes his fingers back inside my shorts.
“I believe it,” he whispers. “But do you think you can be good for just now? I know we're supposed to be letting you sleep, but you smell so good.” He pushes further, letting his fingertip nudge the base of my clit. “Doesn't she?”
I can't seem to look away from Parker's eyes. He stares down at me, head still propped nonchalantly on his elbow. “How close is your heat, Genie?”
“Close,” Drew answers for me. “About a week out, isn't that right? Maybe two. It's rarely like clockwork.”
“You stayed here this close to your heat?” Parker tisks. “That's not good girl behavior.”
“You have to stop,” I squeak.
Drew slides his hand lower, dragging his fingers along my swelling lips and back up to circle my clit just once, forcing a gasp from me. “Stop this? Do you really want me to stop?”
“No,” I whisper, slamming my eyes shut to block out both sets that are watching me so closely. “Him.”
“What am I doing?” Parker asks, still so casually unconcerned with what's happening between my legs. “I'm not even touching you.”
“Maybe you should?” Drew suggests.
“Are you serious?” Parker asks, all nonchalance gone.
I open my eyes a crack to see the devastated look he's giving Drew. Devastated. Determined. Arrogant.
“He isn't,” I say quickly.
Drew sinks his fingers lower, the tips grazing my smoldering entrance. “How would you know? Parker and I share. Often. I'm going to want to watch him fuck you eventually.”
“Don't.” I try to press my thighs together. “He doesn't –“
Parker reaches down and grasps my knee. “You don't know anything about what I want.” Then, before I can think to stop him, he pulls my knee towards his hip, opening me up for Drew.“I want whatever he wants.” He doesn't let go after he positions my leg across his own. “Whoever he wants.”
Drew dips a finger inside me, groaning at the slick heat that greets him. How did we get here? I just sent him away, and now they'rebothhere making me burn in completely different ways.
“This is insane,” I whimper, raising my hips, giving into the pleasure for one moment.
Drew pushes deeper, dragging in a breath and growling. “It's overdue.”
“It's too fast,” I insist, but my body is on fire. Iamtoo close to my heat. This is dangerous.
“If you tell him to stop, he will,” Parker says, the only hint that he's affected by any of this at all is the roughness lacing his voice. “I promise.”
“Don't make me stop, Genie,” Drew breathes against my ear. “We don't have to fuck tonight if you don't want to, but don't make me stop. I really do want you dripping off of my fingers. You can't hear it, but my wolf ishowlingfor it. You have no idea how happy he is right now.”
I understand what he means. My own wolf is in an agony of want.
“What did they do to your ankle?” Parker asks and it takes me a long moment to comprehend what he’s talking about.
He means my foot, when Bella’s friends somehow managed to put that tack under my foot at the worst, most perfect second. “My foot,” I mumble. “They put a tack down. I stepped on it. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” Drew growls but doesn’t stop moving. The contrast between his tone, Parker’s clinical words, and the ache growing between my thighs is dizzying.
Drew pushes another finger inside me and my head rolls to the side as I whimper.
