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by Vella Day

  “I’m starving.” She’d barely had time to eat lunch. While she was given forty-five minutes, the only place to offer fast service was fifteen-minutes from the clinic.

  Riley wrapped her in a much-needed hug. “How would you like to go on a romantic boat ride to an island restaurant?”

  Sarah leaned back and chuckled. “Who are you and what did you do with the old Riley?” Not that she didn’t enjoy this new side of him, but unless they were engaging in carnal pleasure, he was often gruff and distant.

  Riley stroked her arms. “I’m the same as always, but Jay and I figured you probably had a tough day, what with being alone with Elkhart. We thought you could use some relaxing down time.”

  That sounded like heaven. “I did have a rather tough day, and I figure it won’t be long before the women are freed. Regardless, your offer sounds fantastic.” She thought her unease had come from being cooped up in only one or two rooms for most of the day, but most likely it was because she missed having Riley around.

  Jay came up behind her, placed his hands around her waist, and squeezed. “Go put on a pair of jeans and a warm top.”

  “Mind if I take a quick shower?”

  “Sure, but hurry.”

  “I’ll be ready in two shakes.”

  Sarah took her change of clothes into the bathroom. Knowing the men, if she dressed in front of them, they’d be spending the next few hours making love. As much as she wanted to delve into their wondrous bodies, she was hungry and needed to relax with them over dinner—anything to help her forget the stressful day even for a little while.

  Once she cleaned up, they left. Riley helped her into the front seat then jumped in the back. “So where is this place?” she asked.

  “Not quite an hour southeast of here.”

  That would be from the clinic and far from the warehouse. Good. She twisted in her seat so she could speak with Riley. “What did you do today?”

  “Several of us had the not-so-fun job of dismantling the warehouse since Statler didn’t want any evidence to indicate he’d been there.”

  “That makes sense. What did you do with the supplies? And the stuff in his office?”

  “We burned almost everything in back. The supplies we’ll deliver to the clinic tomorrow.”

  She supposed that was a good solution. “Did you find anything of interest in his office?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  Jay reached across the seat and squeezed her hand. “How about we forget that Paul Statler exists for one night and concentrate on us?”

  “That’s a great idea.” Assuming she could do it.

  During the rest of the drive, he and Riley discussed logistics and what they planned to do when the buyer arrived in a few days. So much for putting work on the back burner.

  She crossed her legs. “What happens if the buyer decides the women are too thin or too sickly and refuses to purchase them?” she asked, fearing Statler would come after her if the deal fell through.

  “We rescue them before Statler has a chance to regroup,” Riley said. “I don’t think Elkhart will give us any problem. He probably doesn’t care one way or the other about them. As long as he gets paid, he’ll be happy.”

  “Let’s hope.” Exhausted, Sarah leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. She must have lightly dozed because the engine died and a second later Riley shook her.

  “We’re here,” he said.

  A bit groggy, Sarah eased out of the truck. A pontoon boat was tied up at the end of a dock situated on a large lake. Several people were milling about, probably waiting to board.

  “How did you find this place?” she asked.

  Jay grinned. “I was doing a little search on what there was to do in this remote part of Canada, and other than hiking and fishing, I found squat, so I called Riley to see if he had any ideas.”

  Riley stepped next to her. “One of the new guards was talking about the nice restaurant on this island.” He took her hand and led her over to the boat.

  She couldn’t picture a Colter going to a classy restaurant like this. The men she’d run into all seemed like Neanderthals. Then again, Statler prided himself on being sophisticated.

  While the sun was only now setting, she could make out some lights behind the trees and pointed to the west side of the island. “Is that the restaurant?”

  “Yes,” they said in unison.

  The ferryman motioned they climb aboard then collected their fares.

  “Is there anything else on the island?”

  “No, just the restaurant,” Jay said.

  The trip across the lake was lovely, and the clear sky gave her hope they would have a starred-filled evening. Once they disembarked, with a man on either side of her, they headed inside. To her delight, Jay had made reservations, which meant they didn’t have to wait.

  The dress code appeared casual despite the grand nature of the rustic building. Three fireplaces were blazing and the flickering lights from the flames bounced off the high-beamed ceiling.

  “It’s amazing,” she said trying to take in the decor.

  “I agree,” Jay said.

  “This way, please.” The hostess guided them to the back of the restaurant where lit candles graced their booth that overlooked the other side of the island.

  She slid in and let the men decide where they wanted to sit. Riley took the seat next to her and Jay sat across from her. Almost immediately their server approached and asked for their drink orders.

  “We’ll have a bottle of your house red,” Jay said.

  Sarah looked between both men. “Are we celebrating?”

  Jay reached across the table and clasped her hand. “In a way. We’ve been feeling bad that we haven’t had a chance to court you.”

  She chuckled. “Court me? Do people do that anymore?”

  He leaned back in his seat, looking hot and sexy. “You know what I mean. I think we need to get to know each other better, and what better place than a romantic restaurant far from Mr. Statler?”

  “Sounds good. If we’re here to learn about each other, how about we start with you?” Jay had given her snippets of Riley’s upbringing but hadn’t revealed anything about himself. “Tell me how you came to work for him.”

  Jay looked off to the side, unfolded his napkin, and placed it on his lap. “Let me start by saying I didn’t have the best childhood.”

  She didn’t know if he expected sympathy or wanted her to be a sounding board. Regardless, his harsh tone pained her. “I’m sorry.”

  He nodded. “My dad was a prick and a criminal.”

  She’d never heard such bitterness from Jay before. “What did your dad do?” She prayed he hadn’t killed anyone. Growing up as a murderer’s son would have been terribly traumatic.

  “He cheated a lot of people by running a Ponzi scheme. Eventually, he was caught and tossed in jail. I felt betrayed and became withdrawn, angry, and a bit combative.” He glanced at Riley. “Some might claim I haven’t change.”

  Riley held up a hand. “I’m not saying a word.”

  “What happened to your dad?”

  “He’s still rotting in jail, thank God. Mom hired the best lawyer money could buy, but even he couldn’t do much for the crooked son of a bitch.”

  “You don’t have any fond memories of him?” Perhaps that was too personal, but if they truly were interested in getting to know each other, they needed to share.

  “I guess. When I was in seventh grade, my father took me on a hunting trip. It was at a time in my life when I was innocent and looked up to him. That weekend, he taught me how to shoot to rifle and how to take down a deer.”

  She wasn’t a fan of the sport, but several of her friends’ husbands loved it. “I’m surprised your dad didn’t shift and teach you to take down the deer in your wolf form.”

  “Actually, I wanted to, but Dad feared other hunters might shoot at us. If they had, it would have looked a bit odd if after a few minutes, we got up and ran off.”
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  “I see his point. Did you have fun learning to shoot?”

  A small smile lifted his lips. “I did. The best part was when I killed one of those innocent creatures, but my dad failed to land one. I think I actually earned some of his respect that day.”

  She wondered if he’d joined the Bureau to make his dad proud. She sank back against her seat. “I can’t imagine growing up without a father or having one who was absent.” The moment the words left her mouth, she realized that was exactly how Riley had grown up. She looked over at him and clasped his hand. “I’m sorry for what you had to go through. Is that why you two became friends?”

  He shook his head. “No. Jay and I met at the Bureau when we were assigned a case together.”

  The waiter interrupted their intimate conversation to deliver their bottle of wine. After pouring three glasses, he nodded and left. Riley held up his glass. “To us.”

  Her hand shook as she tapped her glass, but she didn’t add to the toast. In a perfect world, she’d date the men for a few more months and possibly ride off into the sunset with them. But that dark cloud of an uncertain future billowed over their heads and could change their lives forever. She adored both of them, but she wasn’t ready to say I do anytime soon. She couldn’t tell if the only reason they were with her was because of the incredible sex, their need to find a mate, or if they truly cared for her. The answer to that question would require time.

  They probably decided to court her because they’d sensed she wasn’t ready to declare she wanted to mate with them. Finding out more about them would help clarify her position.

  “Jay, you never answered the question about how or why you were assigned to work with Statler.”

  “Even before he became head of the Colter organization, the Bureau became aware of his evil deeds, and assigned me to go undercover there. The chose me specifically because he was my dad’s lawyer before moving to Florida.”

  She sucked in a breath. “So he knew you?”

  “He did. As I said, I was angry—the perfect person for him to recruit.”

  Something didn’t add up. “How did you end up working at the FBI?”

  “I came to my senses in college. My roommate’s father worked at the Bureau, and he thought it might be something I’d like. So after a stint in the service, I trained hard, applied to be an agent, and was accepted. When Statler’s name came up in association with human trafficking, I asked to go undercover. Because of my father’s connection to Statler, he welcomed me. All I had to do was act like my old self. The man never suspected anything was amiss until I tried to kill him.”

  “I would have liked to have been a fly on that wall.”

  Jay grinned then sipped his drink. The waiter returned for their order. Riley had once mentioned that he loved fish and proved it by ordering a cedar-planked Salmon. Jay had some kind of chicken dish, and she chose the steak. From seeing a few of the meals on other tables, all the dishes appeared to be delicious.

  “What about you?” Riley asked. “Did you and your dad get along?”

  “We did, mostly because he was often on tour in the Middle East. My father was a Staff Sergeant in the Marines, and needless to say, he was tough. Perhaps, because I was an only child, he wanted to impart all of his beliefs and wisdom to me. I had to learn at an early age how to accept responsibility and do what was right. Always.”

  Riley leaned closer. “Did you ever have fun?”

  She chuckled. “Yes. My mother saw to that. It was because of my father, though, that I joined the Bureau.”

  “That’s not fun.” Riley’s eyes began to change color, implying he had sex on the brain.

  She leaned closer to both men. “If you must know, I found pleasure in sex. It was my way of coping with the rigid structure in my life and was my form of fun.”

  “While I agree sex can be fun,” Jay said, “there is a difference between them.”

  “Do tell.” She was interested in his interpretation.

  “To me, fun is going out with a bunch of my friends, watching a fantastic football game, or fixing up my car and then racing it.”

  She laughed. “You are such a guy.”

  He grinned. “I try. Sex, on the other hand, touches a different part of my mind—and no, I’m not talking about the one between my legs. Making love with the right woman—you—excites and stimulates me to want to fight another day.”

  “That’s incredibly sweet and highly romantic. Thank you.” She faced Riley. “How about you? What do you do for fun?”

  “Same as you. I’d rather spend my time fighting for justice than sitting around shooting the breeze with a bunch of airheads.” He glanced at Jay, whose brows immediately furrowed.

  “My friends are not airheads. They’re jocks.”

  “If you say so.”

  From the sparkle in both of their eyes, they were enjoying the banter. Fortunately, their food arrived and they all dug in. Her steak was divine and the men claimed their meal was one of the best they’d had in a long time.

  In between bites, they talked about the books they’d read, the sports they’d played in school, their heroes growing up, and what their dream jobs might be. Not surprising, they all said they liked what they were doing, though Riley reiterated that he wanted to leave the Bureau and join the Pack.

  By the time they finished eating and polished off the bottle of wine, it was time to head home. If she had any say in the direction of the evening, they’d be enjoying a little fun time soon.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Are you tired?” Jay asked as he tossed the keys on the table in their motel room.

  Sarah had yawned several times during their drive home, but she wasn’t going to let a little sleep deprivation stop her from making love with them. Now that the men had finished with their brainstorming for the night, she wanted to divert their attention to something more pleasant. “I could be persuaded to have a little fun.”

  Jay grinned. “Since you’ve had a long day, how about we help you undress?”

  That would cut short their foreplay since they’d take her right away. “How about I start with undressing you both? That will let me explore your bodies and maybe find a few secret spots that really turn you on.”

  Jay slipped her purse off her shoulder and set it on the table. “I’m game. While we made a lot of progress at dinner toward learning about each other personally, it’s always a good thing to find out more on the physical front.” He looked over at Riley grinning widely. “You good with Sarah exploring us for a bit?”

  Riley’s eyes turned golden and the hair on his face darkened. “Watching her for the last few hours and being so close has made me edgy—very edgy.” He neared. “Sarah, do you think you can help me relax?”

  She chuckled. “I doubt what I have planned will help calm you.”

  He dragged his palms down her shoulders. “I’m willing to give your method a go.”

  “Willing is good, very good,” she said as she licked her lips while staring into Riley’s eyes. “How about you sit on the bed while I help Jay out of his clothes?” She didn’t need Riley shifting on her or trying to take off her clothes.

  “Don’t think so.” Riley growled, grabbed her close, and kissed her. The passion with which he devoured her lips nearly made her crumble. Whatever made her think she’d be able to keep from climaxing if she took off their clothes and touched them all over anyway?

  Jay cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but I thought Sarah was going to rip off my clothes and suck on my dick.”

  She laughed which broke the kiss. “Did I promise that?” Okay, she had said she’d start with Jay.

  Before she could stop Riley, he lifted her shirt over her head. “How about I undress you while you strip him? I’ll be patient and agree to go last.”

  “You’re quite the diplomat,” she said pleased with his concession. “I agree.”

  Jay kicked off his shoes then stepped in front of her. “Don’t take too long.”

 
; As much as she wanted to move into the hot and heavy stage of their lovemaking, she adored the slow seduction, too. He’d worn a nice button down blue chambray shirt and low-slung jeans. She tugged the material from his pants and then began unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up in order to delay the grand reveal.

  Riley’s hands slid up her belly and cupped her breasts over her bra. “Love your big tits.”

  What she loved more was how his fingers could set her body on fire. When he leaned over and kissed her neck, her fingers stopped working, and a groan escaped.

  “You’re distracting her,” Jay said. His voice, while laced with humor, was tinged with a bit of impatience.

  “That’s my goal,” Riley shot back.

  He was such a bad boy. Determined to excite Jay, she undid the next three buttons as slowly as she dared then slid her hands under his shirt. His rippled abs were now covered in soft fur, thrilling her to no end. She clawed her way upward, and as soon as she palmed his large pecs, she lightly rubbed his nipples. Jay’s incisors extended—but only for a second.

  He cupped her face then nibbled on her lips. “You taste so good.”

  “You can’t taste a lip.”

  “I can. I’m a wolf.”

  Probably because he didn’t want to be challenged further, he kissed her. Tongues tangling and lips fervently plastered against each other, she moved her hands from his glorious chest up to his bristled face. He lowered his hands, and then unzipped her jeans. She broke the kiss. “Not fair.”

  Jay laughed. “I was hoping between the two of us you’d be too distracted to notice what I was doing.”

  “Not a chance.” She finished unbuttoning his shirt and noticed more hair had sprouted. “You need to blank your mind against sex.” She dragged her fingers down his fur.

  “Not possible.”

  Riley slid her bra up and over her tits and when he twirled her nipples, spikes of pleasure rushed through her. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do justice to Jay’s cock if Riley didn’t stop turning her on. That was the hazard of loving two men at once.

  When he continued to twist her nipples, she finally spun around. “Riley, how about if you finish taking off my clothes and then sit and watch until it’s your turn.”