Page 53 of The Woodland Packs

In the light of day, my fear of the bears had lifted, though not entirely disappeared.

In its wake was more confusion and questions than anything else. And a need to make sure the wolves were not simply a smaller version of the bears.

I had to go home.

And if they let me, then they would prove to me they cared.

If they didn’t… then I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Dexter’s voice rolled over my head and I looked up to see him smiling down at me.

“Good morning.”

My stomach gurgled and I was suddenly very aware of being naked and surrounded by three naked men.

“Ah… breakfast time?”

Taylor stood up first, his tight body drawing my gaze, as did his semi-erect cock.

Morning glory… three of them.

If I had time… boy would that would keep me busy!

“What are you in the mood for? Pancakes? Bacon and eggs? More sex, perhaps?”

I giggled as I slid off the bed and away from the temptation that was my triad.

They could so easily drag me into another full day of sex. One-on-one, or three-on-one, I wouldn’t care.

When there were no limits, the list of things that I could do was astronomical.

“Maybe later.” I smiled at Taylor. “Some pancakes would be amazing.”

Jay stood up, his body just as beautiful and aroused as Taylor’s. “They’re my specialty. I’ll start mixing some up.”

I watched him go, his tight ass flexing as he walked. I sighed.

I lived alone. No one had cooked me breakfast in years, if I didn’t count the Starbucks down the street. The barista who worked there often made me coffee and handed me a fresh muffin.

But to have a man who cooked? Completely independent men who could do everything for themselves? What a dream. Every married friend of mine would be jealous once they found out.

Found out what? That I had three boyfriends, all of a sudden? How was I going to explain that?

A cold shudder flowed over my skin. The disgust, the fear, the misunderstanding that would surround me for the rest of my life if I did this.

“Um. Thanks, I’d love that. I might throw some clothes on. They’re downstairs, I think.”

I fled the room before I sank to my knees for the men. I could feel the need growing in my belly, the heat between my thighs. But I had to be smart about this.

I raced down the stairs, my tender breasts bobbing up and down.

I held them with both hands and snuck over to where I’d left clothes last night on the couch.

Mary had loaned me a dress, so I pulled that on, not bothering with underwear. I wasn’t going to wear what I had on yesterday, and I wasn’t borrowing any.

Wearing your lover’s mother’s clothes was a little strange as it was.

“Pancakes coming right up!” Jay announced, as he bounced down the stairs wearing only a pair of faded jeans.

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