Sharon’s Wolves(38)

Sharon rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She didn’t have the energy to lift a single limb. Judging by the rays of sun streaming through the window, she’d been asleep a few hours.

She could hear Jackson and Cooper in the living room, their voices muted. When she’d fallen into a deep sleep, they’d been at her sides. How long had they napped?

It seemed as though she might be able to stay right where she was all day, or several days even, but then she caught a whiff of food. Her stomach growled seconds later. She was starving.

Cringing at the effort, she hauled herself to sitting and then swung her legs around and eased off the bed, holding on to the edge until she was sure her wobbly muscles would support her weight. It wasn’t as though she was in bad physical shape. She could normally ski eight hours, hike all day, or even clear trails single-handedly in the spring. But after mating all morning and several orgasms, she was weak.

“Food,” she muttered under her breath. She padded across the room and pulled open drawers until she had at least a meager hodgepodge of clothing. In other words, panties, track shorts, and a clean tank top. Enough to give her some modesty without going to too much effort.

As she stepped into the great room, pulling her hair into a loose bun on top of her head, both men turned to face her. They were smiling, and they each had something in their hands, evidence of lunch being prepared.

“You cook?”

Cooper chuckled. “When I want to eat, I do.”

Jackson lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head to one side. “I’m thirty-four. I live alone. So yes, I cook too.”

Cooper yanked his body around to face Jackson. “You’re thirty-four?”

Jackson swatted him on the arm. “Yes, wiseguy, I’m that old.”

Sharon leaned against the entrance to the room and crossed her arms under her chest. Her heart swelled. They were getting along. “Cooper is the baby here, then.”

“Ah ha.” Jackson pointed a spatula at his male mate. “You act like you’re much older than you are. I knew it was a ruse. How old are you anyway?”

Cooper shrugged. “You have almost a decade on me. Ten years after you’re gone, I’ll still be chasing Sharon around the bedroom.”

Jackson tipped his head back and laughed. “Don’t count on it. With your anal need to control everything around you, I bet my longevity extends yours.”

Sharon’s smile grew until her face hurt. They weren’t just getting along. They were enjoying each other. She decided to join the banter and make their blood boil. “Being female, statistically I will bury you both and go on to mate another man or two or three.” She shrugged.

They both paled, exactly what she intended.

“Get your sweet ass over here,” Cooper demanded.

“See? What did I say? Bossy.” Jackson turned back around to flip something in a pan on the stove.

“Smells good. What are we having?” she asked as she sauntered closer.

Jackson twisted his neck around to respond. “Grilled whatever-you-had-in-the-refrigerator.”

“Ah, so lunch meat and a variety of sliced cheese. Smells delicious. I’m in serious need of nourishment.”

Jackson turned back around and leaned against the counter, crossing his legs. He wore the same jeans as earlier, but nothing else. Even his bare feet were sexy as hell. When he bent one arm under his chest and set the other elbow in his hand, his broad shoulders stretched forward, making her salivate. “That’s because Bossy tried to kill us both with his words in the tub. My arms are still shaking from the effort.”

She heaved herself onto one of the bar stools at the island and giggled. “Yeah, what’s up with that? You planning to order us both around regularly?”

Cooper smirked. “I may be the youngest, but I do what works. And holy fuck that was hot. You should have seen the look on your face, babe.” He stalked toward her, his eyes narrowed, his full lips parted. When he got close enough, he set his elbows on the island next to her, his face inches away.

She held her breath. The proximity alone scrambled her brain. She didn’t think she could go another round again so soon. But if he got in her space like this…

“You came completely undone under my directions. Made my cock so hard, I had to stroke myself to completion watching.”

Suddenly Jackson was right behind her, his breath landing on her shoulder as he leaned in to sandwich her. “I have to say, it was one of the most explosive, sexiest moments of my long long life, if you remove how unnerving it was to be ordered around by Bossy over there.”

They were right. There was no sense denying anything. She would do it again in a heartbeat, though she’d rather not discuss it verbally. If Jackson found it unnerving, how did he think she felt? Cooper orchestrated the entire scene with just words. She shivered just thinking about it.