Wild Lust(47)

“No. I can’t. Not until we know.”

Reese backed away, leaving her feeling alone. “Until you know what?”

“We have to know if you still want us, Charlie. Now that you know what we are.” Blane came close to her but didn’t try to touch her. “Not just as men, but as werewolves. We’re a package deal, too. If you accept one of us, you accept the other as your mate.”

She bit her lower lip and started to answer, but Blane held up his hand, quieting her voice.

“I know you liked what Shannon and her men have. I saw it in your face as you watched them today. But then you took off once you found out that she was a werewolf. If you can’t accept your sister, then what hope do we have that you’ll love us for who and what we are?”

“But—”

“No buts, Charlie. We’re werewolves. We can change whenever we like and for as long as we like. We have just one woman who fate has intended to be our mate. That’s you and only you. If you don’t think you can join us, if you don’t want to change into what we are, then we need to know right now. If you want to leave, we’ll take you back to your rental home and you’ll never see us again.”

“He’s right, Charlie. I can’t have you again until I know you’re ours.” Reese dragged a hand through his hair.

Their hopeful yet sad expressions tore at her heart. Everything she’d worried about, every horror she’d imagined was for nothing.

“We want to spend our lives with you and only you. We want to do everything we can to make your life fulfilled and happy. If you want to keep working, then you can. If you want to go back to Boston, then you can. We’ll die inside, but we’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Blane’s eyes blazed with yearning.

Blane stalked away then pivoted to face her again. “Maybe we’ve been stupid for not saying this clearer or enough times, but we love you, Charlie Newman. You’re our mate, and we’re yours forever.”

“Blane, please understand—” She wanted to take him into her arms but didn’t think he’d let her.

“No. I won’t understand. If you turn us down, I’ll let it drop and never bother you again.” His face contorted into a mask of pain. “But I’ll never understand it. You can’t ask us to do that.”

“Please, Reese, make him listen—”

“Tell us, Charlie. Give us your answer.” Blane’s tone had dropped lower, his voice a whisper. “Come on, Charlie, tell—”

Reese grabbed his brother by the hair and yanked hard. Blane yelped then whirled into a fighting stance. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Reese ignored his brother’s snarl. “Bro, you talk too much. Will you shut the hell up and let her say what she’s been trying to say?”

The men, her men turned to her for her answer. “My answer is”—she darted her gaze between the two large and very naked men—“yes.”

Had they heard her? She giggled, more out of nerves than the strange looks on their faces. “Guys?”

“She said yes.” Blane glanced at his brother. “She said yes.”

Reese’s mouth spread wide to give her one of his rare grins. “Yeah. I heard.”

Both men started toward her but came to a stop when she held up one finger. “I say yes on one condition.”

Reese’s grin died, but Blane still held his. “What’s with you and your conditions?”

Blane whacked his brother’s chest. “Who cares? What’s the condition?”

“My condition is this.” Her gaze slid lower, taking in their large yet flaccid cocks. “I want you to make love to me under the night sky. Then after we finish, I want you to do whatever you have to do to change me.”

Reese and Blane looked at each other and answered as one voice. “Deal.”

She was dragged upward and was hanging over Reese’s shoulder before her brain could register the fact that he’d started moving toward her. She laughed as Blane followed his brother.

“Where are we going?” Hanging over Reese’s shoulder didn’t give her a way to see where they were headed.

“We’re getting off the path and over to a place that’s softer to lie on. Are you sure you don’t want to go back to our ranch?”

“Blane?”

“Yeah, bro?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

She grinned at Blane and reached out for him as she bounced against Reese’s back. Their fingertips touched and, as always, the electric sizzle erupted between them. As if having to stand and look at their muscular physiques and long cocks hadn’t already started her pussy juices flowing, the connection she felt with each man sent her lust soaring.