She whirled to see Clint with eyes that twinkled. “What’s so funny?” asked Clint wrapping his arms around her, squishing her naked form to his only partially clad one. His bare chest rubbed against hers, and her nipples hardened.
“My two left feet apparently,” grumbled Brandon moving in to hug her from behind. The press of so much skin against hers woke a hunger in her that had nothing to do with food. I wonder when I’ll get a turn to taste them. Her cheeks burned at the direction of her naughty thoughts that moistened her cleft.
Clint’s eyes smoldered as if he knew. “Morning, baby,” he murmured dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Hi,” she replied, tongue-tied but not because of bashfulness. It had more to do with the close proximity of the two male bodies and the arousal they inspired. “So, what’s for breakfast?” she asked, sniffing some bacon wafting through the open door.
“How’s sausage sound?” replied Clint.
Brandon snorted. “I think she might prefer it if we shower before we feed her those.”
Josie blushed while Clint scowled. “I meant breakfast sausage. Along with bacon, eggs, and some toast. Josie needs to eat if she’s going to keep up with us,” he said with a soft smile for her alone.
“Um, I don’t suppose I could get dressed first?” she queried.
“If you insist.” Clint sighed. “But make them easy access,” he said with a leer.
Josie laughed as she shooed them out the door and dressed. It occurred to her to let them watch, but she knew where that would have ended up. And she truly needed food and a shower before she romped again.
However, romp with them she would, even if it still made her blush. One taste, and I’m hooked.
Brandon just threw on a pair of pants and met with Clint in the kitchen as they waited for Josie to eat breakfast. Keeping an eye and ear on the door, he spoke in a low voice to Clint.
“What the fuck happened last night? That was no normal dream.”
“No it wasn’t,” agreed Clint grimly. “And from what she’s told me, she’s had those nightmares a while. Although I don’t think they’re nightmares so much as someone messing with her mind.”
“We need to find the bastard who’s messing with her head and take care of him. I won’t stand for someone hurting our little mouse.”
“More like lioness. Geez, I knew she hid some passion under her meek exterior, but, damn, I didn’t expect a volcano.”
Brandon grinned. “Yeah, that was a nice surprise. So, when do we introduce her to what having two men really entails and a better question, when do we mark her? My wolf’s damn near going ballistic in my head with wanting her.”
“I know what you mean. I came damn near to losing control last night. It’s why I came so fast. It was that or bite her without her permission. But we’ve got to be careful. She’s come around quicker than I would have expected. I’m beginning to think that part of her meekness comes from the nightmare. It’s a wonder she can even function with that kind of shit happening to her when she sleeps.”
Brandon sighed. “So much for spending the day in bed. We need to take care of this, don’t we?”
Clint nodded not looking happy at the prospect either. “Think we can convince her to hang out here for the day while we do some scouting?”
“We’ll promise her a sweet treat for later,” Brandon replied. They were both chuckling when Josie walked into the kitchen and eyed them suspiciously.
“I’m afraid to ask what’s so funny.”
“Listen, after breakfast, Clint and I need to take care of some business. We’ll leave guards, though, so you’ll be safe here while you bathe and stuff. Although I’d recommend a nap for what we have planned for tonight.”
Josie blushed, a trait he hoped she never lost because he found it so damned cute. “I don’t need a nap. And besides, I’ve got to get to work. I’m late as it is already.”
“No work,” Clint said with a frown. “The warehouse isn’t secure enough.”
“Do you really think I’m in that much danger?” Josie lost her smile, and her features looked pale.
Brandon cursed. “Just a precaution, little mouse. If you feel a need to be productive, then you can work off Clint’s computer in his office. I’m sure if you feel a need to bark some order, you can always call and ask them to put you on speaker phone.”
“I don’t bark,” she muttered. “I ensure efficiency.”
“Call it what you want, baby. Please, just stay here, where it’s safe for our peace of mind.” Clint’s eyes pleaded with hers.
“You won’t be doing anything dangerous?” she asked, chewing her lower lip with worry.
“Us?” said Brandon with wide-eyed innocence.
Josie snorted, and Brandon continued to tease her until she’d lost her wan look and was giggling.
When they went to depart, the bleak expression was back in her eyes. Clint kissed her first, a fierce embrace that left her flushed and panting. Brandon spun her from his friend’s arms into his. He also kissed her breathless, his nose twitching at the scent of her arousal, the sweetest perfume he’d ever enjoyed.
Don’t worry, little mouse. Once we take care of the menace after you, we’ll take care of all your needs. Forever.
Josie tried working and managed to lose herself in it for a few hours, but by late afternoon, she was pacing. Why aren’t they back yet? I know they’re not at the office, and since the guards they left just shrug when I ask, I can guess whatever it is they’re up to, it’s dangerous. It probably has to do with the note I got and the attack on my place.
She still couldn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt her. She was a no one. The only thing she could think of was she’d gotten caught into some kind of pack struggle and the perpetrators thought that by hurting her, they’d hurt Clint and Brandon. Silly, of course. Just because they’d slept with her didn’t mean they cared any further even if they kept hinting.
And what if it’s not a joke? Can I handle being in a committed relationship with two men, two men that turn furry, that is? Just fantasizing about staying with them, loving them, for despite herself, her heart was caught up in it all, made her think of something chilling. What if I get pregnant? Oh, my God. We didn’t use any protection. What if I already am?
The thought didn’t terrify her. Actually, a warm glow suffused her at the thought of two babies, one with a dark mop and the other with a golden one. But was that what the guys wanted or was she projecting her own fantasies on things they’d implied? I need to remember that just because they want to bite me and make me their mate because of some instinct doesn’t mean they love me. I guess it boils down to knowing that I love them, can I handle it if they don’t.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her endless circling of the question, and she went to answer. A disheveled guard named Bryant stood in the doorway.
His ball cap hung low over his face, and with the sun setting at his back, his features were indistinct, but his eyes shone bright, and Josie flinched back.
“Sorry to startle you, ma’am,” he said in a soothing tone. “But it would seem your cat somehow got out of the house and is stuck up a tree.”
“Snickers escaped?” Immediately concerned for her cat, Josie stuck her feet into her shoes to follow Bryant out of the house and off the porch. “Where is she?”
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to her.” Bryant took off at a brisk walk, and Josie followed, glancing back at the house and wondering if she should have left a note. That’s silly. I’ll be back in a minute, and besides, I’m safe with Clint’s guard.