Sawyer continued. “There are several acres of land here that my grandfather left Melinda and Miles. He died before the rest of us met him, but Melinda and Miles divided the land into five sections and gave each of the rest of us a parcel. When all the homes are built, we’ll no longer seem to be on top of each other.”
“How is that not a commune?” It seemed exactly like a commune to her.
“It just isn’t. Trust me. And we don’t share. Anything. Especially not women.” He shivered, his hand pressing into her back with more force until she felt the warmth of his fingers through her thin tank top.
Amanda opened her mouth to protest the obvious, but Logan jumped in and beat her to it. “That didn’t come out quite right. What he means is that we don’t share anyone else’s woman. I know it seems odd to you, and hell, it’s odd to us too for that matter, but for whatever reason only Nature knows, our two families seem to be Fated to merge, and in every instance we have taken a third also.”
“Two men and one woman,” she deadpanned.
“Yes.”
“And I suppose you’re going to tell me that your weird mojo woowoo Fate has miraculously chosen me to be your ‘woman.’” She emphasized that last word with sarcasm. Who referred to their wife as “woman?”
“Exactly.” Logan looked proud, as though she’d completely caught on to the game and everything was now resolved.
Amanda squirmed, unable to break free of the grasp Logan had on her hands.
He scooted his butt closer and straddled her legs with his. “You were being sarcastic,” he breathed out.
“You think?” She stiffened and tugged on her hands again. No matter what she did, she was falling further and further under the spell of these men. Their scent surrounded her and lured her into a web she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to escape. Or even want to.
What she wanted to do was lean forward and inhale Logan more completely.
What she wanted to do was let her lips land on his and feel their softness.
What she wanted to do was have Sawyer wrap himself around her from behind and nibble a path up her neck until he tickled her earlobe with his mouth.
She yanked hard on her hands finally and freed them.
“Sorry,” Logan said, glancing down. “Guess I had a grip on you. You’re so potent. It’s difficult to sit next to you and keep calm.”
“Well, scoot back. You’re crowding me.”
A smile spread across his face, lighting it up. “No way.”
“Get used to being crowded, Amanda.” Sawyer leaned closer and inhaled her hair the same way Logan had. Like they were dogs.
“Listen, I’ll admit, this is hot. I’ve never been so turned on—”
“That’s a relief,” Sawyer interjected.
She twisted and shoved at his shoulders to get him to back off.
He gave her another inch. He was like a rock. No way could she move him. In fact, he was so firm she began to doubt he was even human.
“I’m gonna cut to the chase here and get the worst part out of the way.” Logan scooted his seat back and stood. He glanced at Sawyer. “Yeah?”
“Is there any other way?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“Hello? What the hell are you talking about?”
Logan whipped his tight black T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. “This isn’t a commune, and we aren’t in a cult. What we are is shifters.”
Amanda was busy letting her gaze roam over the planes of Logan’s chest. His perfectly formed chest that made her salivate and matched perfectly with what she’d dreamed. His words sunk in slowly. Finally, she lifted her gaze to find him smirking at having caught her ogling. Fine. Whatever. At least she wasn’t the one professing to be a…what? Shifter? “What’s a shifter? Like a drifter? You move around a lot?”
Logan chuckled. “No. We change forms. We’re wolves.”
“Wolves,” she repeated. She licked her lips and scooted forward.
Sawyer inched closer and wrapped his back arm all the way around her waist. His front hand landed on her lap, grabbing both her hands in his one large one. “Just watch. It’s easier that way.”
She stared at Logan some more, shocked into forgetting what they were trying to tell her while he unbuttoned his worn jeans and lowered the zipper. She caught a glimpse of dark hair before he bent and pulled off his boots.
“What are you…?” She stopped the sentence midway when he righted himself and shrugged his jeans over his hips and down his thighs. He didn’t have on underwear. And heaven on Earth…
He stepped out of his jeans and stood before her completely naked. His length bobbed fully erect in front of her.