Chapter 9 You’re beautiful, baby
Mark hesitated before finally telling her. “I won’t lie. Yeah, we have. Not a lot, but some.” “Sometimes we tried to make a go of it with them, but we couldn’t. None of those women could
ever live up to our memories of you.” Brennan’s hungry look devoured her. “Or to what we hoped you’d look like now. And, by the way, you look a hell of a lot better than our sorry imaginations could ever have imagined.”
She couldn’t blame them for having sex with other people. She’d had sex, too. And like them, she’d tried to forget about them. But none of the other relationships, all short-termed, had turned into anything serious. How could they when she’d already committed herself in her heart to them? The connection between mates wouldn’t have allowed it.
“Come into a private room with us, Jenny.”
Mark looked so earnest, his gaze fixed to hers, the need in him radiating into her. She felt the sizzle spark into a hotter flame. How could she resist them? How could she turn down a chance to be with the only men she’d ever really wanted? She didn’t care that they were werewolves. Didn’t care what her father or anyone else would say if they ever found out. They were her men and she was their woman. Nothing could be plainer than that.
“Yes.”
“Did she say yes?”
Brennan’s excitement was contagious. “Does a bear love honey?” He laughed. “Yep. Just like a dog likes to dig holes.”
“Damn, you two. Cut it out with the animal stuff.”
It surprised him, but she was the one who pulled Mark and Brennan along with her back into the
interior of the club. Doubts tried to change her mind, but she pushed them away, and instead, concentrated on the sensation running from their hands into her body.
They’re my mates.
Could there be a better thing in the entire world?
She didn’t stop until they were outside the first sex room they came to. “Do either of you have a key?” Funny how she hadn’t thought to ask before.
“Yeah. I snagged one from the bartender while you two were dancing.” Mark put the key in the lock, then opened the door.
She’d never been to The Underground before, but she’d heard about the private rooms. The furnishings were simple. Just a big bed, a large dresser, and a couple of nightstands. It looked like any bedroom in any house. But she’d also heard about the toys and sex tools hidden away out of sight.
Were they into tying girls up? Was she into getting tied up?
“Um, guys, I hope you don’t think I’m a prude or anything, but I’ve heard about the, um, toys and that…” She dragged in a big breath, then let it out.
Mark took both her hands in his and backed up, pulling her inside the room. “Don’t worry, baby.
Let’s keep it simple this time. We can get into the other stuff some other time. If you want.” “Maybe.”
This time. Some other time.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“All I need is to be with you.” Brennan came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and put his face to the back of her neck.
She closed her eyes a moment, savoring his touch, then opened them to see Mark starting to unbutton his shirt. The need inside her went flying with every button he undid. Brennan stepped away, going to his brother’s side to start his own disrobing. Her mouth dried up as her pussy grew wet.
“Take your clothes off, Nic.”
Mark’s commanding tone was the catalyst she needed. She crossed her arms in front of her, then took hold of her skirt and pulled her simple shift dress over her head. By the time she let it fall to the floor, they’d undone their shirts and were letting them slip off their arms.
She stared at them, their hard muscles flexed, shadows from the dimly lit overhead light dancing over their pecs and down their ribbed abdomens. Her memory of them as handsome, sexy guys had kept her going through the years, but she hadn’t dreamed they’d be so perfect. They had the bodies of gladiators, but weren’t overly built. Their jeans hung low in the front, their lean waists a perfect top to the lines pointing the way lower.
“Holy shit. You’re beautiful, baby.”