Page 52 of Shelter (The Wanderers 4)

CHAPTER17

Haley was relieved when someone finally moved.

Riggs slid his hands up to cup her breasts, making her breath hitch and her spine straighten. His lips landed on her ear again. “The touching is going to be one-sided tonight, Hales. Us touching you. Us showing you what you mean to us and how we intend to treat you for the rest of your life.”

“That doesn’t sound fair,” she whispered as Riggs dragged his tongue down the column of her neck, making her shiver.

He chuckled against her neck. “Fair is making sure our woman is always satisfied in the bedroom, and tonight, that means you’re going to lie back and let us show you how we feel about you.”

She whimpered and arched her chest as Riggs gripped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her nipples through the material of her bra. It was growing difficult to listen to what he was saying.

“I’m going to turn the light out, Hales,” Bray informed her. “I think the sun is coming up soon anyway. We’ll be able to see better with each passing minute as light comes in through the solar panels.”

The room went dark for a moment, but then Haley’s eyes began to adjust. Bray was right. It was no longer pitch dark in the bunker. She could make out everyone’s location at least.

She was glad the illumination would be gradual a moment later when Riggs’s hands slid around to unclasp her bra. She shivered as the straps fell down her arms, leaving her chest exposed.

Riggs scooted back several inches, and she soon understood why when he reached for her biceps and urged her to lean back until her head rested in his lap. He smiled down at her as she blinked up at him.

Fisting her hands at her sides, she fought the urge to cover herself. That would be counterproductive. The plan was to let go of her inhibitions and experience what it meant to be in a true relationship with a man. Or men. Lots of them. It suddenly seemed like a dozen based on how many hands were touching her.

Rush pulled her legs out straight toward him and then slid his hands up and down her thighs until she squirmed. A weird need was growing.

Too many things happened at once, overwhelming her senses. Storm and Bray flanked her. Their hands came to her waist and then slid up until each of them was cupping a breast.

Riggs stroked her shoulders, her neck, her cheeks.

She was breathing heavily as Bray leaned over and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured before he did it again.

She flinched, shocked by the unexpected sensation. Her nipples? It hadn’t occurred to her that they would be such a source of pleasure. They’d been slightly sensitive lately since she’d found out she was pregnant, but she didn’t know it would feel good to have someone lick them.

Forget licking. Bray latched on and sucked while Storm circled her other tight bud before pinching it gently.

She tried to lift her hands to either stop them or encourage them, but they both prevented her from interrupting, trapping her arms at her sides.

“Let it feel good, baby,” Bray murmured before sucking again.

Her mind was spinning. A strange ball of need grew in her stomach, tightening with every flick and suck against her nipples.

She whimpered as Bray and Storm switched their attention so that now Storm was suckling and Bray was pinching, twisting, and teasing.

She gasped as hands came to the elastic of her leggings and slowly eased them and her panties over her hips and down her legs. Rush. The only man who had actually seen her private parts. He’d touched her too. She remembered the moment well. It hadn’t been anything like when the older doctor had touched her. Even though she’d met Rush only a few minutes before, he’d already found his way into her heart, making it impossible to find the experience anything but personal.

Rush’s hands landed on her thighs again, kneading, stroking, teasing.

She felt restless in an odd way she couldn’t describe.

Riggs stroked her lips with his thumbs.

Bray leaned over to take her mouth in a steamy kiss that was nothing like the sweet taste all of them had given her the last time they’d kissed. He dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance, and when she parted for him, he slipped inside and tasted her.

She moaned, trying to free her hands again. Unsuccessfully. Something about the way they restrained her wrists at her sides made her squirm harder.

When Rush parted her thighs, exposing her most private parts to the air, she arched her chest, all the breath leaving her lungs behind the kiss. No one had touched her down below yet, but already she knew something huge was about to happen.

Marian had made light of this part. She’d called it foreplay, but she hadn’t given Haley much hope it would be interesting. She’d instructed Haley to try to relax and let her men help bring moisture to her vagina to make it easier to accept their shafts.

It had been so much more clinical than what was happening here.

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