They both kissed their mate marks and mumbled, “Ours.”
Sandy sighed and snuggled between them, and Jake watched as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Three
Sandy woke to aching muscles she didn’t know she had. Stretching, she thought that the self-defense class at the gym last night must have given her a more of a workout than she thought. But when both her hands came in contact with hard muscular bodies, Sandy let out a squeal and sat up as all of last night’s events came back to her. She stared at the two gorgeous men in her bed as they looked back at her.
“Holy shit, you guys are really here?” A hysterical giggle escaped her as they both gave her wicked grins. “How on earth did you get in? I’m sure I locked my front door, and my brothers would have taken the side exit. Did they leave that door open?” They both shrugged, and she narrowed her eyes. “Why are you here? Why me? I’m sure I’m nothing like the women you usually go for. I’m short, fat, and to top it off, a redhead.”
They both snarled and sat up. Zack pulled her over to him and kissed her with a passion that left her almost begging for more. As his lips left hers, he smacked her bottom. Speechless she stared at him. “Don’t let me her you hear say that about yourself again. You’re perfect.” Jake grabbed her and gave her a morning kiss too.
Zack jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, grinning. “Morning, my little firebird.”
Jake moved her so she straddled his naked body. Finding her voice, she shrieked as she realized she was also naked. “You’re naked. I’m naked.”
Jake didn’t answer except his lips came down on hers again, and his tongue snuck out, tracing the seam, before she opened and her tongue meet his in a tangle. They pulled away panting when the bed dipped, and Zack took her from Jake, leaned over, kissed her shoulder, and then got off the bed. “Good morning, my Little Red. And I feel the same way. You’re beautiful.” He trailed his fingers down her chest and squeezed her fleshy stomach.
She shot Jake a glare as he wandered to the bathroom. She turned that glare on Zack too. “Stop calling me those things, and answer my questions.”
Sandy’s words seemed to have no effect on them in the position she was in. Growling, she pushed on Zack’s hard chest. A sigh escaped her and her traitorous body started to heat up as her hands trailed down rock-hard abs. Oh God, what was is it about these men that turned her into a weak woman?
A banging on her bedroom door broke the spell she was under, and she jumped out of Zack’s arms as her brother yelled, “What the hell are a Porsche and a friggin’ Harley doing in your driveway?”
She shot a shut-up look at both men as growls escaped them, and they seemed to grow and their eyes glowed. Oh shit. What was going on? Glancing at them before she turned back to the door, she muttered, “Explanations later, now quiet.” They didn’t say anything, and the hair that had started to grow on their humongous bodies receded.
Taking a deep breath, she said in a calm-as-possible voice, “Give me a minute, Philip, and I will explain. I just need to shower and get dressed.”
Turning to the two men she mouthed, “Stay.”
There was a pause before her brother answered, “Five minutes tops and I’m coming in, Sandy.”
Sandy groaned and ran to the bathroom. She shut the door and turned the shower on. After getting in, she washed the crazy thoughts of what she saw in her exhausted state out of her mind. She must have imagined it.
Closing her eyes, she dunked her head under the spray, only to open them as hands came around her waist and pulled her into a hard body. Lips came down on her shoulder, and hands leisurely travelled up her stomach to cup her breasts.
“Zack, I don’t have time to play.” He hummed against her shoulder, and his hand slid down to dip into her pussy.
“Firebird, there is always time for play.”
Her head fell against him as ecstasy set in. “Where is Jake?” She panted as he nipped at her neck.
“He went out to meet Philip.”
Sandy tensed, spinning in his arms. “He what?”
She pushed at Zack and jumped out of the shower without bothering to dry herself before she ran into her room to see it empty. She heard a loud crash from the direction of her kitchen. Grabbing the closest thing to her, she shoved it on and ran out of her bedroom.
Arriving in the kitchen, Sandy screamed at the sight before her. On her kitchen floor were smashed glasses and two men she knew well fighting. One was her lug of a brother, and the other was one of the idiots she slept with last night.
“Stop. Stop right now.” They continued beating the crap out of each other. After growling in frustration, she screeched, “Stop! Stop right now, you two, or so help me God, you will not like the consequences.”