do. They would just be distracted making sure you were safe, so
just sit down. I know my brother, he’ll be back soon.” Turi tried to reassure
her. “How about I tell you about the time Taber, Thorben, and Tad snuck off the
island. They took Dad’s boat, thinking they’d never be caught and tried to come
over to the mainland.”
“What
happened?”
“Not
much. They watched something on the news about a club in Anchorage, and thought
Nome must have one they just didn’t know about. They weren’t too smart back
then, and sure as hell not very quiet. Dad heard them, but instead of stopping
them he followed with his brother.” Turi chuckled before continuing. “They took
the boat back, leaving my idiot brothers stranded.”
“How
did they get home?”
“Leo
called Dad,” Tad said, opening the door.
Uninterested
in the rest of the story, she ran to him, wrapping her arms around him. “You’re
okay!” Tears streamed down her face. “Where’s Milo?”
“Right
here, darling.” Milo stepped out of Tad’s shadow, wrapping his arms around her.
“I told you everything would be fine.”
“Jeffrey?”
“Dead.
He’s no longer a threat to you,” Tad whispered before pressing his lips to
hers.
“Devon
was shot in the shoulder. He’ll be up once the medics attend to him.” Milo took
the hands of his mates and led them toward the door. “If you’ll excuse us.”
She
allowed herself to be led away, her heart fluttering. Everything was over, and
her life was changing—hopefully in a good way. Weeks ago when all this started,
all she could think about was getting her life back, getting back to her job. Now
work seemed unimportant. No longer did she care about chasing down the hottest
stories in the name of news. All she knew was she wanted her future to include
a lot of time with these two men—naked.
The
hallway seemed smaller, trying to squeeze down it with two bulky bodies on each
side of her. Occasionally an elbow would bump against the wall as they tore off
their clothing. Tad’s shirt was the first to go because there wasn’t a shoulder
holster to worry about. Followed closely by hers.
By the
time they made it to the bedroom door, she was out of breath and every ounce of
her screamed for them. She turned into Milo’s body after he sat his gun and
holster on the dresser, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. Meanwhile, Tad
pressed against her back, his shaft hard against the crest of her butt as he
kissed a path along her shoulder and up the nape of her neck.
Milo’s
hand tangled in her hair, pulling her close to him as he claimed her mouth. The
underlying tension that had tightened her men since she met them was gone. Relief
that it was over, and she was all theirs without any danger lurking, relaxed
them. Exploring his mouth, she realized just how much she enjoyed the
connection. It let her feel what they were feeling, keeping her completely in
tune.
Her
soft moan was muffled only by Milo’s mouth as she reached back to touch Tad, her
hand gliding along the side of his chest. The hardness of his muscles made her
want to turn to him and explore them, to run her fingers along the groves, to
feel them constrict as his excitement grew.
Tad
unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms before his fingers found her
nipples. Breaking the kiss she threw her head back in pleasure, resting it on
Tad’s chest. Never before had her nipples held such sensitivity. They felt like
a direct like to her core, sending a burning fire of need through her.
“Please,
I need you…”
“Who
do you need?” Milo asked, a joyful light in his eyes letting her know he was
pleased she was enjoying herself.
“Both
of you. Take me…however you please.” Earlier, she’d thought one would tire of
her eventually, that there was no way she could divide her attentions equally
between them. In that moment, she knew it didn’t matter. They’d find a way to
make it work, because it was what they wanted. She wanted
just sit down. I know my brother, he’ll be back soon.” Turi tried to reassure
her. “How about I tell you about the time Taber, Thorben, and Tad snuck off the
island. They took Dad’s boat, thinking they’d never be caught and tried to come
over to the mainland.”
“What
happened?”
“Not
much. They watched something on the news about a club in Anchorage, and thought
Nome must have one they just didn’t know about. They weren’t too smart back
then, and sure as hell not very quiet. Dad heard them, but instead of stopping
them he followed with his brother.” Turi chuckled before continuing. “They took
the boat back, leaving my idiot brothers stranded.”
“How
did they get home?”
“Leo
called Dad,” Tad said, opening the door.
Uninterested
in the rest of the story, she ran to him, wrapping her arms around him. “You’re
okay!” Tears streamed down her face. “Where’s Milo?”
“Right
here, darling.” Milo stepped out of Tad’s shadow, wrapping his arms around her.
“I told you everything would be fine.”
“Jeffrey?”
“Dead.
He’s no longer a threat to you,” Tad whispered before pressing his lips to
hers.
“Devon
was shot in the shoulder. He’ll be up once the medics attend to him.” Milo took
the hands of his mates and led them toward the door. “If you’ll excuse us.”
She
allowed herself to be led away, her heart fluttering. Everything was over, and
her life was changing—hopefully in a good way. Weeks ago when all this started,
all she could think about was getting her life back, getting back to her job. Now
work seemed unimportant. No longer did she care about chasing down the hottest
stories in the name of news. All she knew was she wanted her future to include
a lot of time with these two men—naked.
The
hallway seemed smaller, trying to squeeze down it with two bulky bodies on each
side of her. Occasionally an elbow would bump against the wall as they tore off
their clothing. Tad’s shirt was the first to go because there wasn’t a shoulder
holster to worry about. Followed closely by hers.
By the
time they made it to the bedroom door, she was out of breath and every ounce of
her screamed for them. She turned into Milo’s body after he sat his gun and
holster on the dresser, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. Meanwhile, Tad
pressed against her back, his shaft hard against the crest of her butt as he
kissed a path along her shoulder and up the nape of her neck.
Milo’s
hand tangled in her hair, pulling her close to him as he claimed her mouth. The
underlying tension that had tightened her men since she met them was gone. Relief
that it was over, and she was all theirs without any danger lurking, relaxed
them. Exploring his mouth, she realized just how much she enjoyed the
connection. It let her feel what they were feeling, keeping her completely in
tune.
Her
soft moan was muffled only by Milo’s mouth as she reached back to touch Tad, her
hand gliding along the side of his chest. The hardness of his muscles made her
want to turn to him and explore them, to run her fingers along the groves, to
feel them constrict as his excitement grew.
Tad
unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms before his fingers found her
nipples. Breaking the kiss she threw her head back in pleasure, resting it on
Tad’s chest. Never before had her nipples held such sensitivity. They felt like
a direct like to her core, sending a burning fire of need through her.
“Please,
I need you…”
“Who
do you need?” Milo asked, a joyful light in his eyes letting her know he was
pleased she was enjoying herself.
“Both
of you. Take me…however you please.” Earlier, she’d thought one would tire of
her eventually, that there was no way she could divide her attentions equally
between them. In that moment, she knew it didn’t matter. They’d find a way to
make it work, because it was what they wanted. She wanted
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