Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lori King Page B

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    Devin reached Caroline’s car door as Damon shut off the ignition, and she blinked up at him. How did he get over here so fast? He held his hand out to her to help her stand, and his lips quirked up when he saw her tremble as she felt his touch again.
    “This place is great! I love the flowers.” She pulled away from him a step just to keep herself from running her hands over his perfect chest, and looked around.
    “My secret hobby is gardening, but don’t tell anyone. We wouldn’t want to ruin my rep,” he said, and she had to do a double take, because she thought she saw him flush as he shared this with her. She was surprised that this manly man would take the time to tenderly plant flowers and maintain them. It spun her opinions of him completely off track.
    “Well, you obviously have hidden talents.” She breathed out roughly, and immediately she felt herself become horny again as many other possible talents rushed her mind. Stop it right now, Caroline told herself. These men are just trying to be nice to you, and you will accept their hospitality without raping them. She took a deep breath and marched forward up the walk.
     
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    Both men grinned at each other over her head as they moved toward the front door. They had noticed her struggling with herself. She was clearly horny, and they were enjoying every second of it. Devin walked behind her, watching her rounded ass sway as she moved. He loved the glints of gold and burgundy that flashed from her hair as it swept the top of her jeans. He couldn’t wait to wrap his hands up in all that hair as he pressed against her ass, while she rode the hell out of Damon.
    Wait. Where did that image come from? he thought to himself. He had never shared a woman with his brother before. Though they had slept with a few of the same women, it was never a ménage situation. He was usually jealous of his partners and not much of a sharer, but for some reason the image of Damon fucking Caroline hard and fast slithered through his brain and turned his cock rock hard.
    Cool it, Devin, I can’t think if you keep planting those images in my brain.
    Sorry. It’s not like I can help it. You should see her ass in those jeans you bought her. I want my hands and cock in her so bad I can hardly stand it.
    I feel your pain! Did you see how that shirt shows her tits? I had to bite my own tongue to keep from drooling on her in the car.
    We have to control ourselves or we will push her away.
    Damon could see Devin shake his head as if to clear his brain of the dirty thoughts. He, too, wanted to do sexy things to Caroline, but he had already pushed her too hard once, and he couldn’t risk scaring her away.
     
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    They stepped into a bright foyer, and Caroline paused to look around her. There was a hallway to her left and a doorway to the right. A coat closet stood in front of her, and Devin stood directly behind her. She wished she could just relax into his heat as she stood there, but she forced herself to step to the side a few inches, putting space between them.
    “Your room is this way, Caroline,” Damon said over his shoulder as he led her down the hallway from the front door. He stood aside after opening the door at the end to let her go in first.
    Caroline absorbed everything in the room as she entered it. It was simple with a queen-size bed that had an old quilt on it, and a tall wooden dresser next to what appeared to be a closet door. Both the bed and the dresser were a lovely dark wood, and looked like they were antiques. The quilt was obviously handmade, and just begged her to snuggle under it on the soft mattress. There was another door on the other side of the dresser that led to a small bathroom with a glass-enclosed shower. The two rooms were fairly undecorated, but the bathroom sported a set of luxurious white towels on the hooks that Caroline would swear were brand new. She could also see the edge of a pink bathrobe sticking out from behind the