certain
she’d seen a wolf near the town earlier. By her estimation, the cabin was only
a few more minutes away. She’d passed the curve in the lake, so she had to come
across it sooner or later. The evening chill was already creating goosebumps
along her arms, and if her heart beat any faster she’d faint on the spot. When
Helen saw the distant glow from a window, she nearly sank in relief. It was her
beacon in the night.
The final steps toward the house took a herculean
effort. This was so unlike her. Good girls didn’t meet up with strange men
alone after dark. Targus would probably think she had only one thing on her
mind. He’d think she was some depraved pervert looking for a good time.
Oh my
god, it’s true.
After last night, she wasn’t sure who she was any
more. She’d been ready to give Wesley free reign of her body—a complete
stranger. Then new lust bubbled up when she’d found the guy on the ground in
front of the hotel. There was a unique connection between her and the two men,
but when it occurred a third time, she knew something was wrong with her. How
could she have an instant crush on three different men at the same time? She
couldn’t blame her desperate attraction on herself. Their bodies were built for
pleasure, their fuck-me eyes impossible to ignore. There was even more to it,
an odd connection binding her to each man as if they were meant for each other.
Her desperate adventure into the forest proved how far she’d go in search of
love.
To get here, she had to sneak out of the hotel
without rousing the bus driver a few doors down from her. Without a vehicle of
her own, she had to start her walk by foot. It was terrifying hiking through
the forest at night. She envisioned being dismembered by wolves or pounded into
the earth by a grizzly bear. Fortunately for her, she’d made it to her
destination in one piece.
Was Targus still expecting her? Had he been joking
all along? Her nerves kept firing off, filling her with mounting doubts. The
dating game was still a mystery to her. Helen hadn’t even played in ages, so
she wasn’t sure what move to make. All she could remember was the way Targus
made her feel when she was with him—desirable. And there was something pulling
her to him besides the fact he was one of the most handsome men she’d ever
seen.
After an initial hesitation, she took a deep breath
and knocked on the door. She kept reciting what she’d say in her head. It she
didn’t, she’d become tongue tied or her shyness would take control and make a
fool out of her.
The door wrenched open, giving her a welcome blast
of heat. The warm light was inviting, casting out the darkness. “You? What are you doing here?”
She hadn’t prepared for this. But she should have
been after spotting him with her binoculars earlier in the day. “I–I came for
Targus.”
He narrowed his eyes. It was the guy she’d found
asleep on the road in town. The same one she saw on the wraparound porch of the
cabin. She’d originally gone hiking in hopes of running into him , not Targus. He cleaned up well,
only a five-o-clock shadow covering his jaw.
“Targus? What
about him?”
The man in question entered the room with a
confident swagger. With a body like his, he could get away with murder. Tonight
he was in all black—low-cut jeans and fitted T-shirt. “I didn’t think you’d
come tonight. How did you get here?” He motioned for her to enter the rustic
home, closing the door firmly behind her. Her breath caught when the lock
latched into place.
“I walked.”
“Walked? From town? That’s really
not a good idea,” said Targus. “It’s too dangerous for you, Helen. Far too dangerous.”
“Helen?” repeated the other man. “You’re on first
name basis now?”
“She’s my dinner date, Marco.” He winked at her
while talking. Were they brothers? They were both built like brick houses, tall
and fit. They also had similar black tribal tattoos decorating the exposed
she’d seen a wolf near the town earlier. By her estimation, the cabin was only
a few more minutes away. She’d passed the curve in the lake, so she had to come
across it sooner or later. The evening chill was already creating goosebumps
along her arms, and if her heart beat any faster she’d faint on the spot. When
Helen saw the distant glow from a window, she nearly sank in relief. It was her
beacon in the night.
The final steps toward the house took a herculean
effort. This was so unlike her. Good girls didn’t meet up with strange men
alone after dark. Targus would probably think she had only one thing on her
mind. He’d think she was some depraved pervert looking for a good time.
Oh my
god, it’s true.
After last night, she wasn’t sure who she was any
more. She’d been ready to give Wesley free reign of her body—a complete
stranger. Then new lust bubbled up when she’d found the guy on the ground in
front of the hotel. There was a unique connection between her and the two men,
but when it occurred a third time, she knew something was wrong with her. How
could she have an instant crush on three different men at the same time? She
couldn’t blame her desperate attraction on herself. Their bodies were built for
pleasure, their fuck-me eyes impossible to ignore. There was even more to it,
an odd connection binding her to each man as if they were meant for each other.
Her desperate adventure into the forest proved how far she’d go in search of
love.
To get here, she had to sneak out of the hotel
without rousing the bus driver a few doors down from her. Without a vehicle of
her own, she had to start her walk by foot. It was terrifying hiking through
the forest at night. She envisioned being dismembered by wolves or pounded into
the earth by a grizzly bear. Fortunately for her, she’d made it to her
destination in one piece.
Was Targus still expecting her? Had he been joking
all along? Her nerves kept firing off, filling her with mounting doubts. The
dating game was still a mystery to her. Helen hadn’t even played in ages, so
she wasn’t sure what move to make. All she could remember was the way Targus
made her feel when she was with him—desirable. And there was something pulling
her to him besides the fact he was one of the most handsome men she’d ever
seen.
After an initial hesitation, she took a deep breath
and knocked on the door. She kept reciting what she’d say in her head. It she
didn’t, she’d become tongue tied or her shyness would take control and make a
fool out of her.
The door wrenched open, giving her a welcome blast
of heat. The warm light was inviting, casting out the darkness. “You? What are you doing here?”
She hadn’t prepared for this. But she should have
been after spotting him with her binoculars earlier in the day. “I–I came for
Targus.”
He narrowed his eyes. It was the guy she’d found
asleep on the road in town. The same one she saw on the wraparound porch of the
cabin. She’d originally gone hiking in hopes of running into him , not Targus. He cleaned up well,
only a five-o-clock shadow covering his jaw.
“Targus? What
about him?”
The man in question entered the room with a
confident swagger. With a body like his, he could get away with murder. Tonight
he was in all black—low-cut jeans and fitted T-shirt. “I didn’t think you’d
come tonight. How did you get here?” He motioned for her to enter the rustic
home, closing the door firmly behind her. Her breath caught when the lock
latched into place.
“I walked.”
“Walked? From town? That’s really
not a good idea,” said Targus. “It’s too dangerous for you, Helen. Far too dangerous.”
“Helen?” repeated the other man. “You’re on first
name basis now?”
“She’s my dinner date, Marco.” He winked at her
while talking. Were they brothers? They were both built like brick houses, tall
and fit. They also had similar black tribal tattoos decorating the exposed
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