Enticed (Two Marks 3)

“Mmm, let me have some of that,” Theo rumbled behind me after Holt and I had been going at it for a long moment. I didn’t want to break the kiss with Holt, but I wanted to taste Theo, too. Holt did me the favor of breaking the kiss and turning me around to face his friend. Theo was a little taller. He looped a large palm behind my neck and tipped my face up to his, slowing the second before he made contact, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

My nipples tightened and burned inside my bra, my legs quivered. Holt reached around the front of me and stretched a palm against my belly, slowly traveling south as I moaned into Theo’s mouth.

Oh. My. God.

Holt’s fingers found home, coasting down the inseam of my jeans and pressing in over my clit. I was suddenly feverish, burning up in the warm July sun, sandwiched between two passionate lawmen.

I gasped when Holt slid his fingers all the way down between my legs, and rubbed. I bit Theo’s lower lip as the need for a little aggression, a little release, washed over me.

He chuckled and hooked an arm behind my back, drawing me right up against his body. It was hard with muscles, his frame sturdy and large.

These men would make fine fathers to those boys I’d been imagining in my future. That thought flittered into my head with surprising ease.

Wait… what? I couldn’t have children with two men. I’d have to pick. And also… whoa. Too fast. These guys were out for sex, not to settle down and run a ranch with me with little kids running around.

Obviously. A guy didn’t pick up a girl with a friend looking for the woman to settle down with. That should have knocked some sense into me. Slowed me down. But it didn’t. I was young and hungry for this experience. I was twenty-three, and not ready to make babies. I felt safe. These guys turned me on, and seemed to want to give me pleasure. I was going to let them.

“That’s a yes on dinner,” I said breathlessly when Theo finally lifted his head.

Both men chuckled, and I couldn’t help but smile. Was I being reckless? Did I even care?

4

HOLT

I was in love. Madly, crazily, ferociously in love.

One kiss, and I’d never been more sure of anything in my life. Not that her scent hadn’t been tantalizing enough. But now that I’d tasted her?

I couldn’t go on.

Not without Theo and me claiming her.

I didn’t want to let her go. I had my hand between her sexy thighs, listening to her breathy moans. But now wasn’t really the time or place to take things further. We could make it work—of course we could—but I wanted our first time with Ali to be a bit more finessed. Not standing up in a field. Or bent over a fence rail at the site of a burned-out meth lab.

Okay, scratch that. I would totally have done any of those scenarios right then, and since Ali didn’t have a shifter’s scent, she didn’t know what had last gone down in her family’s old cabin.

But Ali gave Theo a slight push after their kiss ended, and I reluctantly let go of her as well.

“Tonight, then,” I confirmed, although my wolf wasn’t happy to wait. “Let me give you my address. May I have your phone?” I slid my hand into her back pocket where I’d felt it, and retrieved it. I texted myself from her phone, then replied with my address. “Now you have my number and know where to come tonight.”

Yeah, she’d be coming there. Fuck, I sounded like a fucking idiot, but my dick—and my wolf—didn’t care.

Ali’s lips were swollen and pink from the kisses, her face flushed and glowing. “What can I bring?”

“Just yourself, sweetheart,” Theo said. “You’re all I’m going to want to eat.”

She swatted his shoulder, her blush growing deeper.

“What would you like to drink? Was it Jack and ginger?” I asked, remembering the scent on her breath from the bar. “Or should I get a bottle of wine?”

Her smile nearly brought me to my knees. “A bottle of wine sounds good. Chardonnay?”

“Wine it is. And steak. And we’ll figure out the rest. You just bring your gorgeous self,” Theo said.

“It’s a date,” she replied. No three words had ever made me happier.

Theo handed her the rifle back and we walked her to the horse, who had been absently grazing the tall grass. I knew she didn’t need help mounting her mare, but I wanted to touch her again, so I put my hands on her waist and lifted as she sprang into the saddle.

“See you tonight,” I told her, tilting my head back to look up at her.

She controlled her horse with the easy shift of the reins and the clench of her toned thighs.