Oriana and the Three Werebears by Tia Fanning Page B

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    “Aw, man,” she heard Jonathan groan. “I think I’m going to have a black eye.”
    The hard chest pressed to her rumbled slightly and a soft chuckle floated over her head. “I saw her slug you. She nearly laid you out.”
    Oriana looked at the youngest brother. Oh God. I hit him! “I’m so sorry,” she rushed. “I didn’t mean—”
    “It’s not your fault.” Jonathan nudged his chin up. “It’s his. He shouldn’t have scared you like that.”
    Following his glare, she found the face of the man whose arms still imprisoned her.
    A small smile graced Jack’s lips. “It was not my intention to scare you. Are you okay?”
    “I know,” she whispered. “And yes, I’m okay.”
    “In that case...” Jack lowered his head and looked deeply into her eyes. “As I was saying before you destroyed the living room… embarrassed? ”
    Enthralled, she replied, “Not embarrassed to have slept with you, embarrassed because your brothers know.”
    His eyes narrowed.
    “Because of how they know,” she corrected. “They, um…heard me.”
    “Ah.” Jack broke his dark mesmerizing spell and released her. “Jordan, take Oriana to her room so she can shower. Jon and I will clean up in here.”
    Before she could blink, Jordan was leading her away.
    He brought her into her bathroom. He switched on the water, pulled the shower curtain closed so the spray wouldn’t flood the floor, then indicated that she should put her arms up. Though she was more than capable of undressing herself, she numbly obeyed and let him remove her tank top, then turned so he could unclasp her bra. She was getting so used to having them dress and undress her that she thought she might end up spoiled. There would be no sexy menservants waiting for her back at home.
    “Your back and bottom seem to be healing well. How do you feel?” he asked as he pulled down her sweat pants and panties, sending tiny sparks of sensation throughout her body.
    She stepped out of the pool of fabric, and turned back to face him. Like his older brother, Jordan kept his eyes at a respectable level—something that kind of disappointed her.
    “I’m still a little sore, but overall, much, much better. I think I can start showering on my own now.”
    He retrieved a towel from the shelf. Unfolding it, he hung on the wall hook in reach of the tub, then pulled aside the curtain and checked the water temperature. Satisfied, he gently grasped her upper arm.
    “I’ll help you in,” he said, lending her his strength as she stepped into the tub. “If you need my help, feel dizzy or weak, or you’re ready to get out, just holler. I’ll be in your room waiting.”
    She almost asked him to stay, to have a seat on the porcelain throne and chat with her, but decided against it. She needed a few moments alone anyway so she could clear the fog of lust that manifested in her mind. Clearly, her body was starting to associate bathing with sex, and even now, her core tingled in anticipation and her nipples hardened, yearning for Jordan to do more than dutifully undress her. She wanted his hands to caress her, to soap her up, to…well, to pleasure her.
    Damn, spoiled was an understatement. She was an outright greedy bitch. What the hell was wrong with her? She’d just slept with his older brother not a few hours earlier.
    “Thank you,” she murmured.
    He nodded and closed the shower curtain.
    She listened to him pad out of the bathroom then stepped completely under the stream, saturating her sticky hair.
    Oriana took her time, enjoying the hot water as it cascaded down her body. As she washed, rinsed and conditioned, she replayed the last couple of days in her mind. She had become very fond of the three brothers, and though she’d known them only a short time, they had already captured her heart. She would be a sad day when it came time to leave them. She almost wished she didn’t have to go at all.
    What it would be like to stay with them permanently? They