Love Under Two Navy Seals by Cara Covington Page A

future husbands.”
    “Imagine the nerve,” Dev deadpanned. He carried her out of the en suite bathroom and into the bedroom.
    Julia smiled. “Add that stress to the very wonderful orgasms I’ve just had, and yes, I am tired. But I’m hungry, too.”
    “Nap first, then food.” Dev’s tone brooked no argument. He set her gently on the bed.
    Julia raised one eyebrow as she looked at him. “That sounded very bossy, very alpha male,” she said. “I don’t generally take orders all that well, especially from alpha males. You should probably write that down for future reference.”
    Dev nodded. “I’ve a good memory, so writing it down won’t be necessary. I understand your feelings on the subject. It’s because your brothers, being all alpha males and bossy men, had a tendency to order you around,” Dev said.
    “Yes, that’s it, exactly. It pissed me off to no end.” Julia looked at him. She had accused both him and Drew of not knowing her, but maybe she didn’t give them enough credit. Perhaps they knew her better than she realized.
    “I imagine it would,” Dev said. He easily pulled the top sheet out from under her, and then climbed into bed beside her, on her right side. He pulled the sheet up to her waist.
    “We don’t blame you one bit for being pissed with them. They’re your brothers. It wasn’t their place to order you about.” Drew tossed the comforter on the bed, straightening it neatly. Then he climbed into the bed on the other side of her.
    Dev cupped her face with one hand. He turned her head toward him and met her gaze. “We, on the other hand, are your mates. It is our place to order you around.” Then he grinned. “Which we will only do in the interests of taking care of you when you need us to do so. You fell asleep on my lap while we were drying you, baby doll. Nap first, eat later.”
    She’d discuss that delusion they seemed to have about being her mates, later. For the moment, her top priority was not letting them get the upper hand. Her mother had always told her to start out as she intended to go. That meant she had to establish her boundaries immediately. “I’m not tired!” Julia thought the effect of the stern tone was probably somewhat negated by the yawn she couldn’t quite stifle around it. Not only had her yawn weakened her argument, but the ease with which Dev stretched her out on the bed worked against her, too.
    “Do you want to stomp your foot, kitten?” Drew’s smile should have made her mad as hell. Whenever Richard, Trevor, or Kevin—her triplet brothers who were the bossiest of her siblings—compounded their sin of bossiness by laughing at her protests, her vision would literally turn red. Since she possessed one hell of a temper, it was a miracle she hadn’t killed at least one of her brothers by now.
    Looking at Drew’s smile, all she wanted to do was laugh.
    Well, I am being kind of silly . However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t come out on top in this particular exchange. She just had to work her way around to it.
    “You’re right, I am tired. I should just go home, get some sleep.” She sat up in the bed, only to be eased back down again, by both men this time.
    “You’re too tired to get dressed and go home, baby doll.” Dev turned onto his side and laid his arm across her middle.
    Well, that’s convenient. No way can I leave the bed when he’s pinning me down . “I am, huh?”
    “Absolutely,” Drew agreed. He turned on his side, too. His arm spanned her waist, just beneath Dev’s.
    Julia liked being in the middle of these two Navy SEALs, having them both looking down at her, though of course, she wasn’t going to tell them that. Time to turn the screws .
    “All right, then.”
    Dev met Drew’s gaze and she could practically see their minds working.
    “All right?” Drew repeated her words, and she didn’t miss the caution in his tone.
    “Mm. Yep. I am sooo tired.” She yawned again, partly for effect and partly because she