“I don’t,” Harris complained, pulling her from Ethan’s arms.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re grumpy and way too serious?” He cocked a very arrogant eyebrow and leaned in to whisper close to her ear. “Careful, darlin’. Just because I won’t try to dominate you outside our bedroom doesn’t mean you can get away with whatever you want out here. I will make you pay.” She trembled at the sensual pledge. In her wildest dreams. “Promise?” she whispered back.
He groaned and met Ethan’s gaze over her head. “Have we put in enough of an appearance?”
She laughed and pulled free. “No, honey. Sorry. I haven’t seen my brother yet.” She jumped away before he could catch her, and it became a game through the next few hours. Every time one of them tried to corner her, she danced free. She knew they were letting her, but she didn’t care. They were letting her do her thing, checking on the younger soldiers and trainees in her charge, socializing and gathering the gossip and news Liza would ask for later.
They were never far, but they didn’t hover or interfere.
It reassured her as nothing else could have, so at midnight, when she ventured too close to the dance area and they swooped in on her from two different directions, she accepted them with a laugh. Joy infused her. Love, laughter. All the things she’d been afraid to dream of for herself.
Ethan had her hands while Harris gripped her hips and pressed into her from behind. He leaned down to nibble that sensitive spot under her ear, and she giggled.
“Something funny, darlin’?”
She looped an arm around Ethan’s neck, then twisted to wrap the other around Harris’s.
“Not a thing,” she whispered, standing on her toes to brush a kiss over his mouth. “I’m just happy with what I found when I wasn’t looking.”
“Is that right?” Ethan drawled.
She gave him an arch look. “And I don’t share.” He grinned. “Baby, I’m all yours. I always have been.”
“Then take me home,” she said softly, including Harris in her soft demand. “Maybe this time I can show you how much I love you.”
Instead of only them, trying to show her. Ethan’s smile was huge and smug. “Finally admitting it, are you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you going to gloat all night, or are you a man of action?”
“Oh, darlin’,” Harris whispered against her ear, dark and dangerous and sending a tendril of wicked desire whipping through her. “I warned you about the attitude, didn’t I?” Before she could protest, he moved, lifting her and tossing her over his shoulder as he stalked from the clearing. She blushed at the cheers of approval and catcalls that urged him on, but she laughed as they carried her home, and cried out her delight as they showed her exactly how they felt about her throughout the night.
Loose Id Titles by Loribelle Hunt
The SPELLBOUND MOON Series
Once Bitten
Twice Shy
Third Time Lucky
Loribelle Hunt
Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk-lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence…
Okay, maybe it isn't quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone's model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real-life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two.
She's had every job under the sun, but haven't most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight