The arm against her back tightened and his hand became a hot brand on her behind as he kneaded her ass. The other hand found its way back between her legs, the hem of her dress bunched between them. His fingers stroked through the slickness of her release and she heard him give a little roar. His thumb rubbed against her clit.
The sound of male voices helped to chase away the final layer of her fog. And the realization that those men were watching her being fingered to release. “Quinn!”
“Shut up woman, and kiss me,” he griped. His teeth scraped her neck and she almost said to hell with everything and let him take her.
“Hey! Bro!” Ryker shouted. “Unless you want us to join you, I suggest you stop. Now.”
The seductive suggestiveness, as well as the note of hardened steel, in the man’s voice did what nothing else could. Broke them apart. Paige jerked away, leaving Quinn with wet lips and an angry disposition.
“What the fuck do you want?” Quinn roared as he turned his head toward the two men standing on the landing. He really roared, hammering home to Paige the fact that he truly was a bear shifter. A grizzly bear shifter.
Her mind was still foggy and for a moment, she thought she was seeing things. Two men stood before her. Who liked just alike. Heck, they were even dressed alike. A black t-shirt and worn jeans. Ryker. Ryland’s identical twin. That gorgeous face graced not one, but two male faces. The female population was in deep trouble Paige thought as the last of the sensuous buzz left her. One man who looked so good was enough to make a woman pant with desire, two, together, made her want to rip the panties from her body herself.
“Just making sure everything was okay.”
Ryland’s tone forced Quinn down from his sexual high. He eased his hand from between Paige’s thigh. He didn’t have to see her face to know she was blushing. He looked at Ryland and frowned. “How the hell did you get up here?”
“There’s a second elevator, dude. And something appeared to be wrong with this one. It was stuck on the third floor.”
Quinn face broke into a shit-eating grin. “Yeah. It was.” He hadn’t deliberately stopped the elevator. When Paige’s gorgeous ass had hit the stop button…and he’d felt the wetness of her slit…
He picked up the blanket and tote from the floor and ushered Paige out. “Well, now you can use this one.”
Two hawks circled overhead, their magnificent bodies casting a shadow on the ground below. The storm from last night was over, but clouds still lingered in the blue summer sky.
Paige couldn’t believe how relaxing and freeing being ten stories off the ground could be. After Quinn had gotten rid of his brothers, he’d thrown the blanket down near the edge of the floor. He wouldn’t let her as close as she wanted, citing safety issues. She knew it was because he was afraid—for her.
When had anyone ever shown such concern for her? She had no siblings and even before her parents had died, they had always been a little aloof and unfeeling. Even as a child, Paige had always been a good girl, rarely giving her mother and father any trouble. She supposed that was why they’d rarely interacted as a family. It was a heady sensation to know someone cared for you.
She looked at the circling birds once more and asked. “Are there hawk shifters?”
“Yeah.” Quinn didn’t want to talk about other shifters. Hawks might not have the size of the bear or the swiftness of the wolf, but they were birds of prey and a potential threat to a mate. He wanted all her attention focused on him. He reached up and released the clip holding her hair in place, letting the long dark tresses spill in waves over her shoulders and down her back. It wasn’t as curly today. “Your hair is beautiful.”
He slipped the clip into his pocket and ran his fingers through the long strands, stirring up the sugary vanilla scent he already associated with her. In the animal kingdom and the shifter world, most assumed the wolf had the strongest sense of smell. It wasn’t true. A bear could smell a mate or a cub almost twenty miles away.
Images of Paige in his bed, her legs folded over his shoulders as he licked her honeyed essence from her body had his cock jerking back to life, causing him more than a little discomfort in the tight confines of his jeans. The need to bury himself inside her was stronger than ever. His brothers were still going to pay for interrupting them last week. And again today.
She sat on the unfinished floor of the building with her legs stretched out, head tilted back, the sun barely caressing her face. He knew he could watch her for hours, he was that far gone. Her legs were as curvy as her body, shapely calves and rounded thighs. She’d painted her toenails a light creamy pink. He wanted to start with her big toe and lick his way up her gorgeous body.