All but one of the agents from the PWP with whom she worked were male. And the few times she’d talked about her boss, it had been with respect and a measure of liking that annoyed him.
Locking his hands behind his head on the couch, Josh closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep. The perimeter alarms were quiet. The sound of the fire and the low howl of a wolf outside should have soothed him. But instead he felt restless.
Hungry. Out of sorts.
He still didn’t know how Xavier had talked Chloe into sharing a bed with him.
For Christ’s sake, the man was a predator. Nothing about Xavier looked nice. Hell, they were twins. Sharp, edgy, and aggressive. Sure, Xavier could do charming every now and then, but they weren’t model handsome or anything. Women had on occasion called them sexy, but then, they hadn’t realized that these Cannon brothers were freaks. Men who needed one woman between them to really get off.
Brothers who had to fuck a woman together to make a relationship work.
He could still hear Karen screaming at him as she’d left that last night.
Hurling insults and nasty cracks. The words incest and gay and freak echoed as if she’d just said them. The freak part he couldn’t deny. But he’d never in his life had an urge to touch his brother sexually. And though he had no problem with men liking men, he had no desire for the male gender at all.
No, he wanted a woman. But try as he might, he couldn’t envision a life with such a woman without Xavier by his side. And what woman would want that?
Threesomes weren’t accepted in society. And most women interested in a kinky three-way weren’t in it for the long haul. As if the sex wouldn’t be weird enough, the psychic crap iced the cake.
Depressed and wishing he could turn his thoughts off, he wasn’t aware of another presence until something brushed his leg.
He jackknifed, knocked the intruder to the floor, and rolled on top of him—her.
“Sorry, sorry,” Chloe whispered as she gasped beneath him.
“Chloe?” He blinked down at her. She wore flannel pajamas and looked so damn cute in them. The fire painted half her face in shadow; the other half shone with an exuberance he’d done his best to ignore. But it wasn’t working.
Just feeling her curvy little body beneath him brought his erection back with a vengeance.
She froze and blinked up at him. “Josh?”
“What are you doing out here?”
“I was thirsty.” She took a deep breath, and her breasts brushed his chest.
He had on overwhelming urge to see what her nipples would look like under the firelight.
“So unbutton that shirt and find out.” Damn Xavier.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
He barely contained a groan. “I’m not avoiding you.”
“Yes, you are. You find more ways to be outside and spend time in other rooms with books you supposedly don’t like than with me. What do you do all day, Josh?” Besides think about you? He glanced at the fire, but the feel of her hands on his cheeks snapped his gaze back to her face.
“I’m sorry if I’m taking your bed or distracting you from whatever planning you’re supposed to be doing.”
He grimaced at the word bed. “You and Xavier doing all right in there?” Was it him, or had her breath hitched? “Fine.”
“Enough room?”
“It’s plenty big enough.” Her gaze slipped to his mouth. “You okay out here?
I’m more than happy to take the couch.”
“No. I’m good.” He caught his breath when she shifted. Her hip grazed his cock, and he couldn’t help groaning.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? You’re kidding, right?”
“Josh—”
He stared into her diamond-bright eyes and lost it. “What’s wrong is that I’m hard as hell. I want you. I want to come, not in my pants or in my hand, but in your hot cunt. That’s what’s wrong.”
Hell, not the smoothest way to a woman’s heart. Hearing himself, he wanted to kick his own ass.
Chloe shocked the hell out of him when she pulled his face to hers. “Well?
What are you waiting for? Get to it.”
Chloe had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. That tingle she got whenever she touched one of the Cannons returned with a vengeance under Josh. Hell, sleeping—just sleeping—with Xavier was bad enough. The man never looked bad. That sexy grin, those bedroom eyes, that deep voice that stroked her entire body until she wanted to quiver like a puppy whenever he spoke…
She’d been lusting after the pair since she’d stepped foot in the cabin. And though she’d just met them, she’d known them for more than half her life. Playing board games with Xavier for the past few days showed his sense of humor, his intelligence, and his versatility. She genuinely liked him, but she was surprised to find Josh the brooding, more sullen of the twins.
So much for easygoing. As his mouth ground over hers, she added intense to the description. She arched into him when he palmed her breast. And then he slipped his hand over her buttons and deftly unfastened them. He pushed the sides apart and broke the kiss.
“Oh, fuck. So sweet.”
She couldn’t breathe as he sucked one nipple, then the other into his hot mouth. He rolled her flesh, nipping and pulling, making her so wet she couldn’t stand it. “Josh.”
“Chloe.”
Her hunger grew tenfold when he moaned her name. She clenched her hands in his hair, holding him fast, and gave herself up to the temptation of his touch.
For days she’d hungered for him…and Xavier. Feeling like the biggest slut in the world, she’d tried to ignore her weird libido. Chloe rarely had sex. She didn’t like to put herself out there, not comfortable trusting others and sick of rejection.
She wasn’t normal and never would be. Not a girly-girl or a woman comfortable with the softer side of femininity.
But Josh and Xavier didn’t seem to mind her. They didn’t seem to care she’d kicked their asses and wielded a gun. That she wasn’t white, black, or Hispanic, but a mix of all three and who knew how many more ethnicities. Nor did they treat her like a piece of ass on hand to fulfill a need.
Xavier had told her flat out he wanted her, but he never pressured her. And Josh had done his best to stay away. So why the hell had she dragged him down to kiss her?
His mouth moved from her breast to the valley between them, kissing his way back up her body to her neck.
He nipped and sucked, trailing to her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he whispered.
And God, she wanted him to. All thoughts and worries faded as he kissed her again. She was aware of little but the large man stealing her will, her breath, as his mouth consumed her.
His hands seemed everywhere, yet didn’t come close to her pussy.
Before she knew it, he had her on her feet and in front of the fire as he pushed her flannel shirt from her shoulders. It pooled on the ground. And then she noticed over his shoulder that they weren’t alone.
Xavier stood behind them, naked and aroused as he held himself, stroking his cock while he watched.
She should have been embarrassed, startled. But she felt a sense of rightness when he circled his brother and came to stand behind her. He pulled down her pants and underwear as Josh kissed her.
They caged her between them. She seemed so much smaller, dominated by muscular men who were aroused and ready to take her.
“So good,” she murmured as Josh’s mouth moved down her body once more.
Xavier reached around her to cup her breasts and slid his cock against the small of her back. Josh continued his downward path. On his knees, he nudged her legs wider and kissed the thin strip of hair covering her mound.