Wild Lust(29)

“What do you mean? Charlie, hang on. Charlie?” Blane clenched the phone and glared at it. “She hung up.”

“How’d she get your number, bro?”

“I wrote it on a Post-it before I left her.”

“Well, then, I guess you put us on call.” Reese pivoted, snatching up the keys to the pickup on his way out the door. “Move your ass.”

Blane was right behind him. “I’m coming. We need to get to her before she decides to shoot one of the Holms boys.”



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Charlie wasn’t sure why she’d called Blane. She’d been wrong to think he and Reese were more than mere flings, a way to ease tension and gain information on the locals. They had a way of making her think about love and the future, but she had to get over it. They were just two hot hunks who’d given her a brief moment of fun in an otherwise dismal streak of days.

So why did she want to see them again? They’d spied on her, and yet, instead of feeling threatened or violated, she felt oddly turned on by the idea that they’d watched her.

She bit her lip and felt the tug in her pussy whenever she thought about them. Hell, wanting to see them wasn’t the right way to describe the ache sidelining her thoughts since Blane had left her house. She didn’t just want to see them, she needed to see them. As though they’d placed a spell on her, she couldn’t wait to get both of them in bed, preferably at the same time.

But she’d come to Forever to save her sister, and she couldn’t let anyone, even the Rawlins brothers, get in her way. She eased out of the pickup, taking the rifle along with her. The white, two-story, framed farmhouse of Moonbeam Ranch was several yards away. Although she didn’t have any plans to shoot them, she wanted the rifle nearby, just in case she had to fight her way out. Shannon might hate her for it, but if they tried to stop Shannon and her from leaving by attacking one or both of them, she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot them. She stooped behind one of the barrels sitting at the sides of the driveway gate and waited. Patience wasn’t a virtue for her, but she had no choice but to sit tight.

“Where are you guys?” She wasn’t sure whether she meant the Holms boys or the Rawlins twins. Hopefully, Blane and Reese would show up first so she could prove to them that she wasn’t crazy for saying the men her sister lived with were werewolves.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, fighting back the one question she always tried to keep out of her mind. If Shannon lived with two werewolves, did that mean she’d become a werewolf, too?

Now that the barricade against the possibility had come down, she couldn’t keep the other questions from flooding in. What would she do if her sister had changed into one of them? Was there a cure? If there was, wouldn’t her sister want to take it? More than likely, a cure didn’t exist, because if it did, what sane person wouldn’t want to take the cure instead of remaining a creature like that?

She leaned against the barrel and fought to keep the tears from coming. If her sister was one of the animals, would she have the guts to shoot her, putting her out of her misery? Would her sister return to a normal human body like they did in the movies? But the hardest question was the one that dragged a knife through her heart. If she killed her sister, would she be able to live knowing what she’d done?

A hand closed over her mouth, keeping her from shouting. She struggled a second before the familiar scents hit her.

Blane and Reese are here.

Reese lifted his eyebrows at her, silently asking if she’d scream once he took his hand off her mouth. She shot him a wide-eyed look that even a blind man could’ve understood. He chuckled then took his hand away before darting over to the left side of the gate to hide behind the other barrel. If the barrels hadn’t been the oversized kind used in places like wineries, there would’ve been no way the two big men could’ve hidden behind them.

Blane edged closer to her.

“It’s about time you two got here.” Although she whispered, the intensity of her tone said it all. She was both vexed that they’d taken so long to get to her and relieved that they had come.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Blane glanced at her rifle. “Tell me you’re not planning on using that.”

Reese ground out his words. “Shoot them and there’ll be hell to pay.”

Did he mean hell to pay from him or from other werewolves? Still, she wasn’t about to let Reese call the shots. Even if he did look amazing with his scowl heating the place between her legs.

She glanced at Blane, and the fire roared into a furnace. The men were sexy as hell, but there was something more about them that made her want to lie spread-eagle on the road and have them drive their big cocks into her pussy, her mouth, and her butt. She shivered and pulled herself back to the serious business at hand. Even now it took everything in her to keep from running her fingers into Blane’s golden hair and dragging his mouth to her nipple.