What Remains_Reckoning by Kris Norris Page B

know you must have a thousand questions you’d like to ask us. And you can… Ask us anything you want.”
    Her gaze dropped to the shirt again before she held out her hand, obviously waiting to see if he’d return it to her.
    He inched closer. “You’re going to pull on that wound if you try to put this thing on by yourself. Can Wolfe and I help?” At her continued silence he cocked his head. “We’ll just ease this along your arms and over your head. So you don’t have to lift them. Promise.”
    Her chin quivered before she visibly clenched her jaw then nodded. Hamilton motioned to Wolfe across his shoulder, going to one side while the other man stepped up to the other. Together, they drew the cotton along her arms. Ham held back a moan as her skin brushed his knuckles, sending a jolt of pure desire straight to his dick. Damn, one touch, one stray thought, and his body responded. He’d been picturing damn zombies for the past twenty minutes while Gunner had tended her wound, using the horrifying images to keep his cock in check. But being so close to her weakened his resolve until all his thoughts became shaded in the tones of her skin and how it’d look next to theirs.
    Theirs .
    Christ, ever since his buddies had confessed their mutual attraction, he hadn’t been able to keep the visions of all four of them entwined together from playing in his head. How damn sexy she’d look trapped between them, three sets of hands and lips bringing her to orgasm over and over. He could already imagine the sweet essence of her desire and how it’d mix with their spicy scents. And after spending a decade living with Wolfe and Gunner, watching their backs and anticipating their every move, he knew the three of them would fall into step with nothing more than a look and a nod.
    Ham forced himself to breathe, widening the neck so he and Wolfe could slip the damn tee over her head without hurting her side. Her beautiful face disappeared behind a flash of blue before reappearing out the top, her eyes filled with disbelief. Ham wanted to lean forward and kiss the cute lines creasing the bridge of her nose, but he held firm, tugging the shirt the rest of the way down her body.
    Her shoulders relaxed as the fabric fell to her hips, their hands leaving her side. Unspoken questions swirled in her eyes, and he couldn’t resist tucking a curl of hair behind her ear. The silky feel jackhammered his heart against his ribs, and he knew he’d spend the rest of the day wondering what it’d be like to hold the thick mass in his hands as she kissed every inch of his skin, finally taking his straining cock inside her mouth. He could practically feel the wet heat of her tongue, the sweet pressure of her touch. Then he pictured her doing the same to Wolfe and Gunner and damn near creamed his pants.
    Ham pushed the images out of his head, taking a moment to look at her—really look. In all the commotion, he realized he hadn’t taken the time to commit every feature to memory. Sure, he’d noticed the brilliant green of her eyes and the way her hair hung in a long mass halfway down her back. How her button nose and high cheekbones highlighted the easy symmetry of her face or the way her lips glistened when she swiped her tongue across them, accentuating the delicate shade of pink that matched the light blush of her cheeks.
    But when he gazed deeper, he saw so much more than just a stunning smile and passionate eyes. He saw strength that equaled that beauty. Saw the pain she’d suffered fighting to survive. How the battle against unknown forces had left scars, the worst of which she’d hidden inside, shielding them from view. But they were still there—in the dark smudges beneath her eyes and the oppressive tension straining her shoulders and back. No amount of bravado and avoidance could bury her fears from anyone who cared enough to look. And Ham swore that he’d fight his way in—slay whatever demons still lurked inside her, threatening