Free Wolf-Bound: Unfamiliar Territory by Rachel Bo Page B

chatting about their mutual friends, looking through magazines together. They’d even baked after all, the companionship and assistance making the heat more bearable for Jenny, and enjoyed melt-in-your-mouth brownies fresh from the oven with tall, cold glasses of milk. Before she’d left, Tara had mentioned that Marshall could take care of drawing up the adoption papers and making sure everything was completely legal, and Jenny had promised she would call her soon to let her know for sure whether her husbands had agreed.
    As she touched the screen to turn the page, a light tread on the porch made her cock her head. She listened intently, then smiled. Damien and Devlin were back. Her weyr senses allowed her to hear their faint murmurs as they slipped off their boots and let themselves quietly in the front door. She hadn’t heard the truck, though. She frowned. Must have broken down again.
    She shut down her reader and set it on the bedside table. Sitting up in the bed, she arranged herself cross-legged among the pillows, leaning back against the headboard, her hands clenched in her lap. She looked down at them and frowned. Deliberately, she flexed her fingers to loosen them. She had a lot to tell the guys, things that were bound to make them tense. She needed to be as calm as possible.
    Dev popped his head in the door. “Honey, we’re home!” He flashed a grin, his teeth a dazzling white against his bronzed, rugged face. He walked into the room and flopped onto the bed, his head landing in her lap. He looked up at her, still grinning. “Miss me?”

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    In answer, Jenny buried her fingers in his hair and tugged, pulling him up so she could meld her lips to his. When she let him go, he mimed wooziness. “Whew, that was something else!” He eyed her shrewdly. Despite his carefree façade, he was sometimes much more canny than she gave him credit for. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
    Damien saved her an answer by coming through the door. He walked up to the bed and bent over, his lips caressing hers. “Mmm. It’s good to be home,” he murmured.
    She couldn’t help it -- the day’s stress came crashing in on her. She needed the reassurance of their strong arms around her, craved their familiar touch.
    Revelations could wait.
    She darted her tongue between his lips. Damien growled and wrapped her tongue in his, stroking, his hands kneading her shoulders. Jenny sighed and leaned back against the pillows. The bed shifted as he sat beside her, one hand straying to the ribbon that tied the neckline of her nightgown.
    She reached up, running her fingers over his smooth, firm biceps. The muscles flexed beneath her touch as he deftly unknotted the ribbon, tugging her bodice down so that her plump breasts tumbled out.
    He relinquished her lips and sat back, gazing at her exposed nipples. His gaze flicked to hers for just a moment, full of dark promise. Then he leaned forward and lapped at the tip of one swollen dark nipple.
    Jenny moaned, settling more comfortably into the pillows. Devlin stretched out beside her and began tracing taut circles around the erect peak of her other nipple.
    A weird and wonderful tightening sensation rippled through her breasts. She shivered, her erect nubs tingling. A moment later, a warm, melting sensation washed through her.
    Tiny drops of clear fluid with just a hint of pearlescence appeared on the tips of her exposed nipples.
    “Mmm.” Damien caught her right nipple between his lips and sucked. Jenny arched, feeling as though a string ran from the tip of her nipple to her clit as it pulsed and throbbed to the rhythm of his suckling.
    Heat. Devlin’s eager mouth closed on her other breast, sucking hard, trapping her sensitive nub between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Jenny gasped. She buried her fingers in their hair, urging them on. Damien’s hand glided up along her inner thigh, raising the bottom of her gown, two fingers plunging between the bared lips of her