Lindsey’s Wolves(22)

“Ain’t that the truth.”

As if planned, Alejandro headed to one side of the bed and sat next to Lindsey while the man he was forced to share her with did the same on the other side.

“We have to talk.”

“You do realize every time one of you opens your mouth, nothing makes any sense, right?”

Alex chuckled lightly. “Yes, we do. And we’re sorry. And we want to explain. If you’d please just look at me?”

“If you have something to say, say it. I’m fine right here.” Her voice was muffled by the blanket.

“She has spunk, you have to give her that,” Ryan provided through their link. “Sinfully sexy with a backbone to go with it. I love her already.”

Alex tugged on the covers until she released her tight grip and allowed him to reveal her face. Her hair was strewn all over the pillow and across her eyes, pieces sticking up in all directions from the static created by the sheet. She’d never looked sexier than she did right then, all pouty-lipped and pissed off.

Alex reached to cautiously brush the loose strands from her cheeks and forehead. He couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t pounce on him.

“Remember how you accused me of being a panther?”

She stared at him, finally nodding.

“I must have stared at you like you were possessed.”

Again with the nodding.

“That’s not far from the truth.”

Alex could feel Ryan’s urge to reach out and touch her himself. “Not yet. She’ll freak.”

“Doing my best here.”

“Uh huh. You’re a cat. Got it. Can I go back to sleep now while you two quietly slink your nimble bodies out?” She turned to face Ryan. “I suppose you’re a cat too? Fine. I forgive you, both of you. Now leave me alone to lick my wounds … whiskers.” She chuckled as though this were all a big joke.

“She’s not getting it … at all.”

“Yeah, I got that. Claro. Let me think.” Alejandro took a deep breath. Time to jump in with both feet.

“We’re wolves.”

Two heartbeats. “Oh, not cats. Wolves.” Lindsey sat straight up, her furious eyes darting from one man to the other.

The sheet dropped to her waist, completely baring her full breasts covered only in a scanty scrap of black lace to their perusal. Now was not the time though.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Would you stop speaking in metaphors and just spit it out? If you two are in a relationship with each other, that’s just peachy, but at least have the balls to admit it and leave me alone to mourn the loss to society. Really, I’m a big girl. I can take it. The two sexiest men within a hundred miles are both gay. I’ll get over it.”

Alejandro sucked in a deep breath. Ryan must have been holding his all along because a glance his way showed his face to be beet red.

“She thinks we’re gay?”

“You think we’re gay?” Alex mimicked the voice in his head. He flinched just uttering the words. He had nothing but respect for anyone who chose that lifestyle, but he sure as hell wasn’t one of them.

“Which part of my actions in the kitchen five minutes ago made you believe that?”

“I didn’t say it made sense. I just haven’t been able to come up with any other explanations.” Her chest heaved as she spoke, her nipples pressing against her bra, demanding release.

She turned to Ryan. “Is it just Ryan that’s homosexual? And he’s jealous because he wants you for himself?”

Ryan leaped up as though she’d burned him. “I am not into men,” he blurted with as much emphasis as possible. Alex could feel the stress radiating off him. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But, I’m as attracted to Ramos over there as I am to that lamp.” He pointed a finger to a corner with a gaze nobody bothered to chase.

“Fine. Two straight panthers just hanging out together. Not remotely interested in anything except torturing me to death with their strange antics.” Her voice rose with each word.

“Wolves,” they both stated at once.

Ryan sat back down gingerly. Not as close. “Think she might hit me?”

Alex ignored the rhetorical jibe.

“Wolves.” Her words were flat. “Great. Go lick each other’s wounds or something.” Just realizing her state of undress, she grabbed the covers in front of her and pulled them to her chin. “Jeez.”

“Did you mean it?” Ryan asked tentatively. “Do you really think we’re the hottest men this side of the Mississippi?” He beamed.

“I didn’t go quite that far. You might be geographically impaired though. It’s a common affliction for the mentally unstable.”