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Without warning, Saint pushes my chest into Jay's front, pulls my arms back behind me, then plunges his still rock-hard cock into me, pushing their cum back into me.

"Oh!"I moan, clamping down around Saint.

He doesn't move, only says, "I'm not done in this pussy, Tiny."

"Try not to think about it too hard while you're at work, okay, Gorgeous?" Jay chuckles, plucking my nipples.

"Oh, I think she'll be thinking about it, Jay." Saint chuckles, making me moan softly as he withdraws, leaving me empty and aching.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you should have felt the way she just clenched around me," Saint replies, smirking at me as he pulls his pants up, tucking his cock inside.

"That's my girl," Jay murmurs, watching me pull my leggings up. Before he rights my shirt, though, he takes the opportunity to lick each nipple thoroughly again. "So fucking hot." He says under his breath, almost absentmindedly.

"Thank you, boys, I'll see you at home?" I chuckle, not knowing what else to say.

"See you at home, Tiny." Saint murmurs, tilting my head back for a smoldering kiss.

Then, Jay says with his blue eyes locked on mine, "Keep this pretty pussy wet for me, okay, Darlin?"

"I'll think about it, Big Guy," I reply, smirking. Jay grins, grabs both sides of my face, and kisses me like it's his last day on Earth. It sends butterflies fluttering around my middle and my wolf pacing.

"What are you going to war or something?" I laugh when he lets me go.

"No, I just love you."

The admission makes me smile softly at him, and I reply, "I love you too, Jay," as I open the door and disappear back inside the depths of the bar.

When I return after washing my hands, Sam looks me over thoroughly, grins, and laughs.

"You lookravishing, my dear."

I can't help the full belly laugh that escapes me, my face feeling about a thousand degrees. The mirror had told me that myexcursion outside had left a few marks behind. None permanent, but visible, for sure.

"Why thank you, madam. Shall we proceed?" I offer Sam my hand, giving her a mock bow.

Again, she laughs but places her hand in mine, saying, "Why yes, we shall."

19

Three seconds from a Wildcat

The rest of my shift goes smoothly, just notnearlyfast enough. The hours haddragged, even with the usual rush and Sam to keep me company.

I'm just eager to get home to my boys.

The ride home from the bar takesforever.A barrenbrownlandscape drolls by in the darkness, the usual fifteen minutes feeling likehours.

I just kept thinking about getting between Jay and Saint again instead of dealing Slapshots and another round of pitchers for the seventeen-thousandth time tonight.

My wolf has been pacing ever since I had their hands on me, her claws clicking against my skull, reverberating around and around.

I nearly hadn't been able to drive home at all. Had barely been able to resist running back to the Cabin wearing my wolf's skin.

It's not like Jay or Saint would mind.

Finally, though, I'm home.