Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Damon couldn’t wrap his brain around how it was going to work to share Caroline, or how they were going to tell her their secret. How would she take the news that her mates were werewolves, and that they needed her to make love to her, in order to claim her as theirs? Would she run screaming into the night, or would she embrace it like he hoped? What if she just plain didn’t want them? What would he do if she tried to leave? Shaking himself mentally, he told himself he wasn’t going to even consider that she might. This had to work out.

“Thank you, Damon. For letting me stay at your place for a few days. I really do appreciate it,” Caroline said quietly.

“Beautiful, there is no thanks necessary, other than me thanking you for giving us a chance to help you.” Damon wanted to argue with her, about her
few days
comment, but knew it would do no good. He needed to show her that he and Devin meant forever when they asked her to stay with them. “Are you doing okay? Hurting at all?”

“I’m sore, but okay. That bruise on my hip hurts the most. They gave me some pain pills at the hospital just in case I need them.” She rubbed her hip as though thinking about it made it ache more, and her gaze drifted to the passing landscape. Damon wasn’t sure what else to say to ease her mind. She seemed tense, and he hated that she was uncomfortable.

“Do you and Devin do everything together?” He was surprised when she spoke.

“Mostly. We are very close, and like hanging out. You would think I would get tired of his serious ass, but I don’t. He is my best friend. We work the same shift at the station, so we’re usually off at the same time. We share the same friends, and interests for the most part, so we end up spending a lot of time with each other. We are twins after all. They say there is a unique bond between twins.” He paused and glanced over at her to judge her reaction, and when she didn’t respond, he went on. “Do you have any siblings?”

“No, I’m an only child. My mom had a tough time during my birth, and my dad didn’t want her to go through it again. It bothered me when I was young, but I got over it. Tina is like a sister to me, and Molly and Tyler were close enough to be my family. How long have you guys been firemen?” she asked. Damon felt a spear of heat in his gut when he looked over at her and she smiled at him. That smile could stop traffic.

“Since we got out of school. That’s all I ever wanted to be growing up, and it keeps us close to home and our family. Why? Do you like firemen?” His tone changed as he spoke, and his voice got slightly more playful. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and Caroline gave a quick laugh.

“What red-blooded woman hasn’t fantasized about a hot fireman? All that strength and masculinity wrapped up in a uniform…” She tapped her chin with her index finger as if she were deep in thought over a difficult puzzle.

“Beautiful, I promise you I will help you fulfill whatever wicked fantasies you have about firemen, and then we can make some new ones.” He moved his hand in a firmer caress higher up her thigh, and let his hot gaze drift over her.

Caroline shivered slightly under his scrutiny, and then she flipped her long hair over her shoulder in a nonchalant gesture. “Promises, promises. I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and you shouldn’t either.”

“I don’t. And this is one promise I can’t wait to keep.” He laughed when her eyes widened just a bit. It was the only crack in her otherwise solid armor, but he could tell that he was getting to her. He couldn’t wait to get her home.

* * * *

Caroline quieted after Damon’s last statement, trying to keep her body in control. She wished he wouldn’t say things like that because it made it harder for her not to jump on him and kiss the breath out of him. Her body was revolting against her, and she wanted to let go and just enjoy the ride, but her type-A personality was fighting the reaction hard.

She watched Devin’s large black pickup truck behind them as they drove, and couldn’t help but grin at how perfectly the vehicle matched his personality. Strong, dependable, and oh so masculine. Damon’s dark-blue mustang seemed to fit him just as smoothly, with speed and flash, and a definite sex appeal. As she watched Devin following them, she noticed that there seemed to be another vehicle following him. This one was a white SUV with tinted windows, and there were definitely a couple of people in it. Why would someone be following them from the hospital? She blinked and laughed internally. Now she was imagining a stalker? It was probably just a coincidence that that vehicle was following the same path. She couldn’t keep her eyes from straying to that SUV though as they reached the twins’ home, and she watched it pass behind them slowly as if continuing on to their destination. Her puzzled thoughts were broken as they parked, and she got her first glimpse of her temporary home.

It was a pretty little ranch-style house that had a beautifully manicured lawn, and a cute iron bench on the small front porch. Small, neatly kept flower boxes holding red and yellow geraniums hung from the front windows, and four glorious rosebushes were blooming along the front walk. It was lovely, and gave her a sense of peace about coming to stay with these guys. Axe murders weren’t flower gardeners, right?

Devin reached Caroline’s car door as Damon shut off the ignition, and she blinked up at him. How did he get over here so fast? He held his hand out to her to help her stand, and his lips quirked up when he saw her tremble as she felt his touch again.

“This place is great! I love the flowers.” She pulled away from him a step just to keep herself from running her hands over his perfect chest, and looked around.

“My secret hobby is gardening, but don’t tell anyone. We wouldn’t want to ruin my rep,” he said, and she had to do a double take, because she thought she saw him flush as he shared this with her. She was surprised that this manly man would take the time to tenderly plant flowers and maintain them. It spun her opinions of him completely off track.

“Well, you obviously have hidden talents.” She breathed out roughly, and immediately she felt herself become horny again as many other possible talents rushed her mind.
Stop it
right now, Caroline told herself.
These men are just trying to be nice to you, and you will accept their hospitality without raping them.
She took a deep breath and marched forward up the walk.

* * * *

Both men grinned at each other over her head as they moved toward the front door. They had noticed her struggling with herself. She was clearly horny, and they were enjoying every second of it. Devin walked behind her, watching her rounded ass sway as she moved. He loved the glints of gold and burgundy that flashed from her hair as it swept the top of her jeans. He couldn’t wait to wrap his hands up in all that hair as he pressed against her ass, while she rode the hell out of Damon.

Wait. Where did that image come from? he thought to himself. He had never shared a woman with his brother before. Though they had slept with a few of the same women, it was never a ménage situation. He was usually jealous of his partners and not much of a sharer, but for some reason the image of Damon fucking Caroline hard and fast slithered through his brain and turned his cock rock hard.

Cool it, Devin, I can’t think if you keep planting those images in my brain.

Sorry. It’s not like I can help it. You should see her ass in those jeans you bought her. I want my hands and cock in her so bad I can hardly stand it.

I feel your pain! Did you see how that shirt shows her tits? I had to bite my own tongue to keep from drooling on her in the car.

We have to control ourselves or we will push her away.

Damon could see Devin shake his head as if to clear his brain of the dirty thoughts. He, too, wanted to do sexy things to Caroline, but he had already pushed her too hard once, and he couldn’t risk scaring her away.

* * * *

They stepped into a bright foyer, and Caroline paused to look around her. There was a hallway to her left and a doorway to the right. A coat closet stood in front of her, and Devin stood directly behind her. She wished she could just relax into his heat as she stood there, but she forced herself to step to the side a few inches, putting space between them.

“Your room is this way, Caroline,” Damon said over his shoulder as he led her down the hallway from the front door. He stood aside after opening the door at the end to let her go in first.

Caroline absorbed everything in the room as she entered it. It was simple with a queen-size bed that had an old quilt on it, and a tall wooden dresser next to what appeared to be a closet door. Both the bed and the dresser were a lovely dark wood, and looked like they were antiques. The quilt was obviously handmade, and just begged her to snuggle under it on the soft mattress. There was another door on the other side of the dresser that led to a small bathroom with a glass-enclosed shower. The two rooms were fairly undecorated, but the bathroom sported a set of luxurious white towels on the hooks that Caroline would swear were brand new. She could also see the edge of a pink bathrobe sticking out from behind the bathroom door where it was hung. The bedroom was as big as her whole apartment had been, and it was simply perfect. She visibly relaxed as she looked around, and then turned back to the men in the doorway.

They dominated the room, shrinking it in size just by being there. The air rushed from her chest. She could feel the edge of the bed at the back of her thighs and had to use every ounce of control to stay standing. She could sense that falling back onto the mattress would be an open invitation that she wasn’t quite ready to make.

“Thank you, this will be wonderful.” She gave them both a warm smile.

“I’m glad you like it. Damon hung a robe in the bathroom for you, and there are fresh towels if you want to take a shower.” Devin watched her with an amused smile as she took in her new surroundings. She felt slightly awkward standing in a bedroom with two huge slabs of sexy man meat watching her and talking about buying her a robe and showering. Images of showering with both men swamped her brain and her knees grew shaky. “If there is anything else you find you need, let one of us know. We can take you over to the apartment building to see about your car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I will need to go to the mall and pick up some clothes I guess. Now that I don’t have anything left. My renter’s insurance should cover some of that, I suppose. I need to call the insurance guy, too, huh?” Her voice was sad, and her hands trembled with emotion. Devin reached out and took her small hands in his and pulled her to him. Caroline let herself fall against his chest and rest her forehead there as his large hands stroked up and down her back.

“Don’t worry so much, sugar, it’s all going to work out. You’ve got Damon and I to help you. We can take you to get whatever you need tomorrow. But for now you need to just relax and rest.” He voice was low and took on a husky quality.

Caroline shivered, and he pressed her closer to him. She could feel the ripped muscles of his abs and chest against her breasts, and his scent enveloped her, muddying her senses. She felt Damon reach a hand out to pet her hair, and his fingers caught in the curls. The slight tug on her scalp as he pulled his hand away made her moan, and the two men froze briefly, watching her. Gently, Damon wrapped his hand more tightly in her hair, and tugged until she lifted her face to look up at him. Her eyes had darkened with desire, and he watched her body melt deeper into his brother’s embrace. He brushed his lips gently across hers, and shuddered when she moaned against his mouth. Instead of deepening the kiss, he pulled back from her, and his gaze met Devin’s. The two men stood with her between them, and Caroline could feel her thin strings of control ready to break. Without even speaking, they both simultaneously pulled slightly away from her, and waited for her response. Irritation that they stopped, and then embarrassment that she didn’t stop them herself stabbed through her. She could sense that if she said yes, they would make love to her, and her body wanted them to desperately, but she needed more time before she could let herself be in this kind of fling. She wanted a forever kind of love, and children. How would she do that with two men?

Caroline surveyed them both through heavy-lidded eyes, and grimaced. The bulges in their jeans told her that she was definitely not alone in this attraction. Surprisingly they both stayed quiet, just waiting for her next move. Once she had her own reaction under control, she struggled to grasp for words that would fit this situation. Oh hell, I just got here and I’m already letting them seduce me, she thought to herself. Squeezing her eyes shut to block out their heated gazes, she counted to ten, and then smiled again more confidently at them.

“How about that pizza and beer?” she said without moving a muscle. The reminder broke the sexual tension, and they all breathed again.

“You got it, beautiful.” Damon chuckled. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Devin’s loose embrace and down the hallway.

At the end of the corridor, they entered an oversized great room that had an open kitchen with a breakfast bar. It was obviously intended for entertaining a large group of people, but where a dining table should have sat at the back of the room, instead there was a poker table. It was covered in paper plates, cups, and the remnants of some recent poker night. To the right of the poker table was a massive sectional couch that faced an enormous big-screen TV. The couch was bare of pillows, and she noticed the walls were bare of any art, pictures, or knickknacks. There were two leather recliners that lined up perfectly for viewing that TV, and had a table with a lamp between them, but that was the extent of the furnishings. It was a bachelor’s pad for sure.