Page 113 of All Packed Up

He hovered it just over her pink, pert nipple, and she felt the cold as it permeated the metal spoon.

Wendy was half surprised the ice cream didn’t instantly melt under the heat of Tate’s gaze. He hungrily stared as the ice cream beaded on the tip of the spoon, waiting until just the perfect second to—

“Mph,” she mumbled a gasp as the cold drip landed right on the chilled tip of her breast. She shivered as the cold spread from just that tiny drop over her whole body.

Nic’s thumbs dragged across her hip and thigh, his warmth a sudden contrast as Tate’s gaze lifted to her own.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yep,” she croaked, clearing her throat and thankful the low lighting would hide her flaming cheeks.

Nic’s chest moved evenly behind her, and his erection was swelling against the curve of her ass and her lower back. His chest was smooth and warm against her back, and she eyed the bulge in Tate’s sweats as he leaned close, spoon full yet again.

Of course she would be the one who ended up naked while they remained half dressed. Dammit.

But any complaint was swallowed on her tongue as Tate leaned in and traced the line of cream down her sternum with his mouth.

Her pussy throbbed as she took in the sight of him, his tongue leaving a trail of warmth as he cleaned her up.

“Snickerdoodle tastes good on you,” he murmured against her skin, swiping his tongue once again over a ticklish spot on her belly. She squirmed beneath their touch and gasped.

“I want a taste,” she whispered, and Tate crawled over the both of them to hover above her lips. He caged her in against Nic, and suddenly she was surrounded by their warmth. The drops he’d teased her breast with melted quickly, and she couldn’t help another shiver as they trailed down the curve of her breasts.

Wendy curled her hand around the back of Tate’s neck and pulled him down to her, parting her lips against his. Their tongues brushed and the sweet cinnamon of the snickerdoodle ice cream did taste delightful. Especially when paired with the creamy cigar flavor of Tate.

She hummed into the kiss, threaded her fingers through his hair.

For a moment, it was just her and Tate, his lips moving against hers. He was an excellent kisser, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth and nipping. The sting was just a tease and every brush of their lips was stirring the heat within her just like Tate’s spoon stirred the ice cream.

As her arousal bloomed, perfuming the room, the bond with Derek tried to flare, but he was too far away. It fizzled out before she could really even recognize his irritation, his annoyance and anger.

But she still recognized them all the same.

Tate pulled back, shadowed gaze searching her own, but for what, she didn’t know.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Her lips parted on a surprised little O as she blinked up at him.

“What?” How did he know?

“Are you thinking about them?”

Wendy sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, the heat of her arousal fizzled down to dampened embers as she nodded. “He knows I’m…”

Aroused by someone who wasn’t Derek.

Her stomach pitched south. Escaping them had only put physical distance between them. But with a bond… the bite on her neck would make sure she was never alone again.

“Mouse, what do you want?” Nic’s voice soothed over her shoulder, and Tate sat back on his knees, ice cream tub abandoned to the side. “Do you still want this?”

“Or would you rather we cuddle?”

Wendy sighed, throat suddenly clogged with a ball of tears. She thought escaping was going to be it. But there was so much more she had to do to truly get away from the Sterling Pack. Running was just the beginning.

“I’m tired of them invading my every thought,” she admitted. She lowered her hands to Nic’s, threaded their fingers together. “I just want to feel good without worrying about… about anything. Is that too much to ask?” The last question slipped out through gritted teeth as she swallowed sharply.

“We can still make you feel good, if that’s what you want. Do you trust us?” Tate asked.