by Nawtay Brat
Say goodnight Josh. Penny is mine.
WOLVES IN WAITING
CHAPTER ONE
Sarah's cheeks ached from the smile she'd had plastered there for over an hour as she watched couple after couple come to the counter with their cute couple orders of coffee.
Two caramel lattes. Two espressos. Two regular coffees, no need for sugar because she's sweet enough. A lull in the line gave her some breathing room.
She pulled out her cell phone, tapped the button on top to make sure she still had a charge. The time flashed on the screen. No call or text message from her date last night but her shift was almost over at least.
She could go home and wallow in a pint of Rocky Road with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top for good measure.
Another couple came to the counter. When had the coffee house been renamed to Noah's Cafe? What was with all the couples coming two by two? Was it the universe's way of mocking her own lack of a love life?
Hope lingered that her date would call back. Something had to break the first date curse. Lately she'd had lots of great, at least to her, first dates but no second dates.
She quickly got the couple's beverages placing them in front of the woman and stared wistfully at the crowded tables in the coffee shop. Each one of them taken by families or cooing couples.
She pulled out her phone again and tapped the power button. No texts. No missed calls. The clock on the screen ticked over to mark the end of her shift. The couple smiled at her and walked away with their drinks, a newspaper discarded on the counter.
"Hey, your paper."
"Could you just toss that?" the woman asked.
"Sure why not. I've got nothing better to do."
The woman smiled again, her eyes twinkling with what Sarah could swear was mischief.
She yanked off her apron with the logo of the coffee house emblazoned on the front, grabbed the paper and headed to the back room. She tossed her apron in the basket of dirty laundry just inside the employee change room door. About to toss the paper in the recycle bin a small ad at the bottom of the page caught her attention.
Tired of lonely nights, watching everyone else be happy? Is it your turn for love? Let us introduce you to your perfect match. Turn to page six for instructions."
She turned the paper over in her hands, perusing it quickly. She didn't recognize it. There were a few local papers and a couple of underground news rags. But this one was new to her.
She flipped to page six and scanned down the page until she found a larger ad for a mail order bride. She burst through the change room door and walked into the employee lounge.
She slumped into the soft leather couch pushed up against the far wall. As far as employee lounges went she'd seen worse. And there was no one at home to miss her if she didn't leave right away.
Mail order brides were outdated, weren't they? Why would a woman sign up for that? Why would a man agree to marry a woman he hadn't met yet?
She closed the paper and put it beside her. Her hip buzzed. Hope surged through her as she yanked her phone out. Just a text from her friend asking how her date last night had gone.
Obviously not as great as she'd thought.
She shoved her phone back in her pocket and contemplated the mail order bride ad. Still skeptical, Sarah picked up the paper again and read the ad thoroughly.
That couldn't be right. But she read it again. And a third time for good measure to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The ad wasn't for one man to marry the successful candidate but two!
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of two men pleasuring her, loving her.
If she'd been drinking any of the coffee she served all day she would have sputtered it out at the next line of the ad. The two men were wolf shifters. Denial stormed through her brain but she kept reading the ad over and over again.
The possibilities were endless. If they picked her. She pulled out a pen and paper and started her letter. There was no time to waste while ideas were running through her head.
When she got home she'd type everything into the computer and hit send. The twenty minutes it took her to get home would give her time to think about what she was about to do.
The image of her date last night flashed through her mind. With fresh perspective she saw what he really looked like when he saw her. The slight disappointment in his eyes when he saw her plump frame. The small grimace when he looked at her wide hips and ample breasts.
There was no way she would change her mind. When she got home she would send the letter of a lifetime to two wolf shifters.
CHAPTER TWO
Asher's fingers few over the keyboard as he typed up another message to Sarah. For weeks he and Culver had been corresponding with the woman and every time his email program announced a new message from her his cock jerked.
They hadn't met yet but he already felt a pull, a desire for her that he couldn't explain. In the beginning she had been reluctant to send a picture of herself, insisting she looked better in person.
When she'd finally relented he'd nearly fallen off his chair at the voluptuous beauty that smiled at him from the computer screen.
"What are you saying to her this time?" Culver asked hovering over his shoulder trying to read the missive.
"What we talked about."
Culver whistled and dropped into the chair beside Asher. "You think she'll agree to meet after only a few weeks of emails?"
"I hope so. I can't take any more cold showers. And the pack is getting more insistent that we find a mate."
Culver chuckled. "I know what you mean. I can't wait to sink into that supple flesh."
"What if she isn't the one of us?" Asher asked.
The ad in the underground paper had been a last ditch effort to find a mate for them. The pack had been pestering them for months now because they were the only ones who hadn't found their mate.
Once the triad bond was sealed their place in the pack would be assured. But if it turned out she wasn't meant for them they would have no more options. The pack could wait only so long before they were kicked out and left to fend for themselves.
"She's the one. You have to believe that," Culver said.
Asher wanted to believe that. Every time he opened one of her emails he wanted to believe that. The charm, intelligence and wit in her responses turned him on just as much as her curves. Culver had insisted on a body shot of her.
The embarrassment in her eyes and slight blush on her face in the bathing suit photo made him want to mount her. He'd wanted to find her that second and test the bond between them.
But they needed to move a little slower. Let all parties become accustomed to how their life could change if she proved to be the one.
Asher paced the living room images of her racing through his mind. He didn't want the bond just to forgo being exiled. The more he got to know Sarah through her letters the more he lusted after her.
"I want her to be the one but we have to face the possibility that she might not be. I get the feeling from her emails that she doesn't quite believe we're wolf shifters."
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Besides, what woman can resist my charms?" Culver flexed his muscles and flashed a grin.
"Fine. I'll send the message asking her to meet us at Blood Moon."
"Right on! Dancing and sex. You know me so well."
CHAPTER THREE
Sarah's stomach flipped, her heart hammered in her chest. Pacing her small apartment didn't ease her nerves. She needed a larger space to prowl. Despite her unease a smile spread across her face.
If she hit it off with Asher and Culver would she be able to prowl with them? She still wasn't convinced they were in fact wolf shifters but if they looked even half as good in person as their pictures she would let them mount her in a heartbeat.
A chime and pop up in the bottom right of her computer with the subject Date with A & C set her heart beating double time again. She should turn that blasted thing off.
Every time it popped up old insecurities resurfaced. She went into her calendar program and shut off the reminders.
Not for the first time she wondered if this was a cruel joke, put on by someone at the coffee house. Like the first time a boy in high school had asked her out to set a joke in motion with her at the center of it.
The punchline left her humiliated and wary of any interest from a handsome boy again. Just because she was curvy didn't mean she'd be easy which her “date” for the night hadn't learned until she'd punched him in the nose to stop his advances.
Sure she'd had some dates in the years that followed with men who didn't mind her curves but she always wondered if they were pity dates.
As she paced she caught sight of herself in the mirror and wondered what she'd been thinking when she picked out the dress she wore. At their request she'd chosen a skin tight sheath that hugged her curves and pushed up her breasts until she thought they might fall out of the dress.
Every glimpse in the mirror made her want to tug the top of the dress up and push her boobs down. She'd given up holding in her stomach and let her curves fill out every inch of the garment.
Why they wanted her to wear something so clingy was beyond her but she would do almost anything for the chance at bedding both of them.
A harsh laugh escaped her lips. What was she thinking? Yes, the sight of them made her panties wet, caused her clit to pulse. But that didn't mean they wanted to jump in the sack with her. The flirtatious emails over the past few weeks increased in heat level each day until she was ready to rip her clothes off and let them mount her until she couldn't move anymore.
Shit, she hoped they wanted to fuck her but they were meeting at a club. A public place. And last time she checked it was illegal to have sex in public.
It had been far too long since she'd been laid. She blamed her her uncharacteristic and sudden behavior of offering to be a mail order bride on her forced abstinence. Bride.
The word hit her in the stomach like a rock. If they liked her, wanted her, she would be a bride. She'd have two husbands. Could she handle that? What if they chose her but she didn't love them? Lust and love were two different things.
Could she live the rest of her life in lust with two men but never in love? Worse yet did they want her because they thought she would be easy?
She shoved her insecurities away and took a deep breath. The thought of two men at her side, in her bed, shot a surge of awareness through her. The app she'd installed on her browser to ping every hour on the hour pinged, making her jump. It was time to leave if she wanted to make it to the club on time.
Even though she wasn't big on Seattle night life she knew Blood Moon Night Club was the hottest club in the city. Only Seattle's most attractive people frequented the club. Why had they chosen that place for their meeting?
The guest list had a three month wait. From their pictures it was easy to see why they would always be on the guest list. But her? One look at her and the bouncer was sure to turn her away. To save herself the humiliation she could just stay in.
Curl up on the sofa with some ice cream and watch a movie. Watch two perfect actors go through the trials and tribulations of meeting, liking each other, fighting silly obstacles until at the end they end up together. Watch yet again what she wanted for her own life.
She took a deep breath, grabbed her purse, and left her apartment before she could change her mind.
The elevator took forever on a good day so she took the stairs, not wanting to let herself change her mind again. She hurried down the stairs as fast as she could wearing a skin tight dress and three inch heels. Finally on the main floor she sucked in a breath and pushed through the door of the apartment building. The cool night air washed over her, calming her nerves as she headed to her car.
After she'd parked she adjusted her dress, making sure it covered all the essentials before walking towards the long line up in front of the club.
An angry looking bouncer towered above the waiting crowd. Thick arms crossed over a broad chest. The frown on his face looked etched in stone. She gulped.
She took her spot at the back of the line, scanning the area for Culver and Asher. If they weren't around they were most likely already inside the club.
Every time the door opened to let in one of the elite the pulsing music filled the air only to be cut off as the door slammed shut again.
She inched forward ignoring the curious glances of the people in line. Why hadn't she dragged a friend with her? At least that way if she didn't get in or the guys ditched her she would be able to salvage the night and get some sympathy. Strength in numbers always helped when it came to nightclubs.
At the front of the line stony faced bouncer perused her body, stopping at her generous breasts. His gaze stayed fixed on her boobs as he shook his head.
“I'm sorry, miss, there's no more room right now. Fire regulations.”
Two thin, petite blondes ran across the road and to the door, giggling the entire time. The bouncer yanked the door open and actually smiled as they slipped inside.
“I thought the club was full,” she said.
His face remained impassive. “They'd already been in earlier. They came outside to get some air.”
Heat flushed her face. Her hands shook. She took some deep breaths and started to walk away when she heard the door open again.
“Sarah?”
The smooth, deep voice shot a surge of awareness to her pussy. She spun around to see Asher and Culver in the doorway. Taller in person than she expected they towered over her. Each had dark brown hair and amber eyes that devoured her.
Mirror images of hard muscle, angular jaws, broad shoulders made her knees weak.
“Hi, yes. I'm Sarah.”
“Bruno, why is she walking away?”
“He said the club was full.”
The men glared at the bouncer who shrank back. His eyes widened. He frowned. “She didn't tell me she was Sarah.”
One of them quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Well, that's true. But he didn't ask."
The angry glares returned to the bouncer. "Look man, I'm sorry. Of course she can go right in. First round of drinks are on me." He pulled out a walkie talkie and mumbled something into it. "All set. Tell the bartender Bruno sent you."
Asher and Culver parted allowing her to enter the club in front of them. They flanked her, the heat from their muscular bodies seeping into her.
The hard pulse of the bass from the DJ enveloped her when she stepped onto the first step of the staircase leading down to the dance floor and tables.
"Asher, show her to our table. I'll get the drinks." The twin on her left planted a kiss on her cheek then disappeared into the throng of gyrating beautiful patrons engrossed in the music.
How many of the people here were shifters? She hated to think that she was the only human in the bunch.
Asher took her hand, twining his fingers with hers. A surge of heat rushed up her arm. Moisture pooled between her legs. She followed him to a booth on the far side of the room that offered a perfect view of the entire club. Strobe lights made it look like people were stop motion dancing.
Asher gestured for her to sit and she scooted into the booth half way. He sat next to her drinking in her face with those amber eyes.
His gaze lowered to her breasts and his eyes filled with desire. She felt her cheeks heat with a blush and she forced herself not to tug the bodice of her dress up.
Moments later Culver returned with a tray of drinks and shots. He placed the drinks on the table and slid into the booth on the other side of her.
Sandwiched between two hot guys had been one of her high school fantasies. The reality was better than anything she had imagined. Heat from both of them enveloped her.
Suddenly the dress she wore felt stiffing. She wanted to be naked writhing underneath them. Wanted to feel them filling her like she knew only they could.
"To us," Culver said as he raised a glass.
> They each took a glass from the table and clinked. A light weight when it came to alcohol she sipped the drink, coughing at the strong taste of whiskey. Maybe the shots would go down better. She should have asked for water as well.
"Sarah, you're as delicious as we imagined," Asher said.
She searched his face for deception. For anything that suggested they wanted to use her body for pleasure never to call her again. But why ask for a bride if that was their intent?
She cursed her insecurities that made it almost impossible to trust a man, let alone two drop dead hot men who appeared to have eyes only for her.