She’d come with a quiet little mew and wanted nothing more than to scream the house down as his cock pounded her.
What was wrong with her? She couldn’t afford thoughts like this with any man, particularly one she was sent to protect. Because of the risk inherent in working for Hawkeye Security, many employees were fueled by adrenaline, and affairs were common. But everyone knew the rules. No commitments. No emotions were allowed to get in the way of the job. But the way he held her was an invitation she wanted to accept. “You can let me go. It’s you who needs to be careful. Otherwise we’ll be spending the next week undoing the damage.”
“So speaks my physical therapist.”
Did he know who she was?
Before she had a chance to reply, he added, “I want you out of the storm.”
He released her, and the chill crept under her jacket. This time, being more careful, she followed Nate’s path.
The trip up had taken maybe about fifteen minutes. Down took half an hour. And by the time they reached the home’s patio with its outdoor kitchen and oversize hot tub, the sky was spitting out pieces of ice in the form of hail.
Very polite country, this.
Minding her manners, she took off her shoes and left them on a rubber mat, then hung the slicker on a peg.
Kayla told herself two lies. First, that she wasn’t stalling. Second, that her fingers were shaking because of the cold weather.
Stone unlocked the back door and indicated she should precede both men into the kitchen.
Nate followed her, and then Stone relocked the door behind them.
“You.” Stone pointed a finger at Nate. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Nate took a step back for self-preservation.
Both men dripped water and tracked mud. Neither seemed to care. And neither seemed to notice she was even there.
“Hawkeye didn’t assign you,” Stone surmised.
“No,” Nate said.
“Which means you volunteered.” The storm hadn’t remained outside. It had gathered force around Wolf and its heat threatened to consume them all.
Nate’s retreat was brought up short when he backed into the countertop. “So? What of it?”
“You knew I wouldn’t invite you here.”
Nate shrugged. “You don’t want anyone. Because you’re a fool.”
“A fool?”
“For always thinking you can do it alone. And you damn well know it.”
The men were a study in contrast. Fair to dark. Alpha to beta.
“Fuck your ego, Stone. There’s no place I’d rather be.” Nate’s tone was flat, as if that explained everything.
Kayla sucked in a breath when Wolf devoured the distance to pin Nate against the counter. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
“Wolf,” she said, licking her lower lip.
“You.” He shot Kayla a frightening glance. “I will deal with you directly.”
Her stomach plummeted to her toes. She was watching two magnificent warriors spar, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d be collateral damage.
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