Lost & Found (Possessed 3)

Holidays!

Christ, how could she be so stupid?

Maybe she was supposed to be vacationing with whomever had done this to her. What if no one was searching because they thought she was fine.

Getting up from the floor, she went racing down the hall. “Ace!” she called pounding on his door, quickly followed by “Nick!” as she beat on his harder. “Wake up!”

Roxie started howling along with her high-pitched screams.

Both men came bursting out of their rooms… Nearly naked.

“Have mercy,” she whispered, she hoped. Sculpted muscles, chiseled chests, tattoos making them each the perfect works of art.

“What’s wrong?” Nick called, his voice frantic as he shook her shoulders. Apparently having asked already.

Shaking off her lustful thoughts, she explained her excitement. “What if no one’s looking for me because I’m not missing!”

Turning to each other, then to her, and back to each other, they were obviously confused.

“Explain that one,” Ace asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Distracted momentarily by rippling muscles again, she reiterated, “What if I’m not missing?”

“Dumb it down for us, Snow,” Nick’s voice was puzzled.

“I mean, it’s the holidays. What if I were here on vacation? What if no one is expecting me back home yet? What if they don’t know I’m missing?” Her excitement was bubbling over as it took both men a few seconds to catch onto her reasoning.

“Son of a bi–scuit!” Nick shouted. She laughed at his goof up.

“So, you think you were here on vacation with your assailant?” Ace clarified.

“Yes.” She smiled. “I mean it has to be better than the alternative, right?” Doubt was suddenly creeping back in at the idea that she was alone in the world.

“Hey.” Nick traced his hand along her cheek soothingly. “Let’s give this idea some hope. Sound good? Don’t go there if we don’t have to.”

Grabbing his wrist with both of her hands, she nodded her head, praying she was right. His strength gave her optimism. The warmth from his hand calmed some of her nerves.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking to both men.

Her eyes burned a trail of want down Nick’s body as she devoured his nearly nude form.

“Shoot,” he whispered, realizing they were still in their boxers. “Uh, maybe we should get dressed,” he suggested to Ace.

The blush that consumed Snow’s neck and cheeks was fucking adorable. He hadn’t seen a woman do that in longer than he cared to think about.

“Oh, uh, yes,” she murmured, her voice sounding slightly regretful, “I’ll uh…go.” Tearing herself away from them, she kept glancing behind her, stealing looks between them both. A little extra flexing of muscle had her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red until she was out of sight.

“Damn,” Ace whistled.

Nick couldn’t agree more.

Snow’s eyes were like fire branding them. He had to fight back his own lust. Not giving in was getting harder, especially when she looked at them like they were her last meal, and she was starving.

“You think she’s on to something?” Ace asked before going to get dressed.

Looking at his cousin, he told him honestly, “For her sake, I fucking hope so.” He was quiet for a moment then continued. “Otherwise, she’s alone in the world. And that’s a hard pill to swallow.”

Parting ways to get dressed, Nick went for a shower. He needed time to think about how to proceed in their search of who their guest was. How to find her family.