Melinda’s Wolves(29)

Melinda had entered her closet and pulled out a bag. She glared at him. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“It’s easy. Don’t wear any clothes in the house.”

She giggled. “You wish.”

“Mmm. I have to agree with Trace on that plan. We’ll keep you naked in bed, bring you food and water, and not have to worry about your sloppiness.” Keegan padded across the room, took her bag from her hand, and tossed it on her queen-sized bed.

While she stared at him, stunned, he backed her to the wall and planted his hands on both sides of her face. And then he descended, lowering his lips to their mate’s before she could voice a protest.

Trace watched her reaction. She didn’t fight him. She may have stiffened from the shock for a second, but as soon as Keegan’s tongue entered her mouth, she softened, gripping his waist with both hands and lifting onto her tiptoes.

They made a gorgeous picture.

Perhaps it was strange Trace didn’t feel a hint of jealousy. In fact he hadn’t since they’d met. There was no room for jealousy in this relationship. She belonged to both of them, and sometimes she would be with one or the other. The best part of the arrangement would be never having to worry about satisfying their mate. Between the two of them, they could surely keep her sated.

When Keegan broke the kiss, he set his forehead against hers. His hair fell around her face, curtaining her. “You need to grab a few things, put them in that bag, and hurry, because if you don’t, you won’t make it to the shop for several more hours.”

“Why?”

Trace chuckled. “Because this entire place is filled with your scent, and you’re about to find yourself flat on your bed, naked, and worn out.”

She ducked from between Keegan’s arms and hastily stuffed items from drawers into her bag. Without looking at either of them, she shuffled to the bathroom and shut the door.

Trace heard the lock turn. He glared at the wood, willing it to disappear or for him to suddenly develop the ability to see through things. Five minutes later, she emerged in jeans, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. Her bag was bulging—probably with bathroom shit—and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail.

“Ready,” she declared. Before either man moved, she dodged them both and practically ran to the front door. Throwing it open, she called over her shoulder, “Coming?”

Trace took another quick glance around her bedroom, learning more about her. She liked candles. A lot. They were scattered on every surface, most of them halfway burned. If he thought about it, the various scents mingled together, making up part of what Melinda smelled like.

She loved pillows. They were tossed all over the bed, falling on the floor, and scattered on an arm chair.

He had no idea how many clothes she had or much about her style. And he was afraid to look in her closet.

Keegan grabbed his shoulder on the way by. “Guess we better make our way to her shop.”

It was going to be a long day.





Chapter Nine


Melinda needed to get out of that house fast. Moving to the car was not better, but at least there was little chance of them fucking in the car. Inside her condo, she’d been weak and shaky. It was a struggle to will herself not to attack one or both of them.

She wasn’t ready. She needed some space. Some separation. Room to think. And they weren’t going to give her that.

She stood by the truck while the men finally joined her. They’d hesitated inside her condo. She didn’t ask why. When they reached her side, they both smirked.

Keegan spoke as he opened the passenger door. “You can run, but you can’t hide. And we’ll catch you eventually.” His words held more promise than threat.

She shivered as he lifted her into the cab, his hands warm on her waist, her shirt lifting so he touched her bare skin. It didn’t seem she’d ever be permitted to climb into the cab herself, so she might as well give up that argument.

She sighed as she settled in the center again.

Seconds later she was flanked and the doors shut, sealing her in the small space once again with the intoxicating scent of her mates. It was so strange. Insane. Who would feel this level of connection with two men she’d never met in her life until last night?

Not even twenty-four hours and she’d already had sex with both of them. In the same room. Each watching the other.

Suddenly feeling very hot, she wiped her forehead, closed her eyes, and tipped her head back against the seat.

“You all right, hon?” Keegan’s hand was instantly on her thigh. His voice was tender, caring, filled with just the right tone of emotion.

She leaned into him. “Yes. Overwhelmed. Scared.” She needed to be honest.