Free Kara's Wolves by Becca Jameson

know … touch her a little less? You’re killing me.”
    Justin’s laugh rang into Trevor’s head, audible only to him. “You’ll get your turn, and then some.”
    The short walk to the barn behind the house was silent. For Kara at least. Had the barn moved farther away from the house than it had been just moments ago? He could see it perfectly well in the evening shadows, but Kara would be ambling blindly toward the red frame ahead.
    Trevor was completely unable to control the increasing level of desire consuming his body. He stared at Kara’s fine ass as she swayed in front of him. The tight fit of her dress defined the muscular globes that would nestle perfectly against Trevor when he took her from behind. Thank God he was bringing up the rear because he had to adjust his growing hard on several times behind the confines of his jeans.
    “You didn’t mention she was so … fucking hot.” Trevor didn’t take his gaze from Kara’s butt.
    “Oh, I’m sure I did. You just weren’t listening.”
    By the time they entered the barn, the cool evening air seemed to have grown warmer. “Is it hot out here?”
    Silent laughter was the only response from Justin.
    When the three of them reached the first stall and leaned over the gate, Trevor could see Kara was definitely fidgeting. She was as attracted to the two of them as they were to her. The concept would be foreign to her. Unheard of. She attempted to focus on the gigantic animal inside the stall, but her shifting gaze told him she centered her awareness on the men. Justin, on her right, wrapped a possessive hand around her shoulder and grasped the fence on the other side. Trevor stood incredibly close to her on her left allowing his biceps to rub against hers, creating an electric current between the three of them.
    “This is Bessy,” Justin began, his voice completely calm as though not one strange thing was wrong with the universe. “She’s our oldest. Retired. We’re rather attached to her, so we kept her. She lives a life of luxury here on the farm.” Justin chuckled and reached his right hand out into the stall, making a smacking noise with his mouth luring the tame animal over to receive a pet.
    “You can touch her if you’d like. She won’t bite.”
    But I might . Trevor looked over his shoulder at Kara’s face, just inches away. So close he could feel the heat of her exhale against his face as she turned toward him.
    She kept licking her lips. It was driving Trevor mad. He wanted to lean just those last few inches and trail his own tongue over her ripe pink mouth. “Dude, her tongue is …
    is…”
    “I know. Maddening, isn’t it? Wait ’til she wraps it around yours,” Justin teased.
    Kara yanked her gaze toward the cow. Did she think staring at the large mammal would dampen the emotional charge? Not . She shuffled her feet and Trevor glanced down to her legs which she clenched tightly together. He couldn’t help the smile spreading across his face. She was aroused. Undeniably. He could smell it in the air.
    Justin described the cow, what type she was, how much she weighed, how long they’d had her. On and on. Trevor knew his pal was buying time. Giving Kara the opportunity to get comfortable in their presence. His grip on the wooden fence tightened in an effort to keep himself from reaching under her dress and feeling the results of her excitement with his palm. Too soon .
    “So, Justin tells me you’re a gymnast,” Trevor finally managed to direct the comment at her. “Man, she is so aroused. And she has no idea what to do about it. Can you smell it on her?”
    “Of course I can. Why do you think I’m spending so much time talking about fucking cows? Thought it might take my mind off the hard on threatening to explode in my jeans here.”
    Justin was nothing if not eloquent.
    “I am. Well for another week anyway.” Kara tipped her chin up in Trevor’s direction once again, her eyes locking with his. “I’m too old … for the