exact—her choice based solely on the fact that each of them had stoked her fire on a purely sexual level. She liked them well enough, but she didn’t feel anything deeper for them. Which suited her just fine.
Apart from Nathan, her only sojourn into sexual adventures since she’d returned to Bodmin had been last night. From now on, she’d stick to what she knew.
And what she knew was currently bringing her to orgasm once more. Nathan’s eyes were closed, his breath hissing through gritted teeth. He speeded up, his cock pumping hard and fast. He let out a cry and emptied himself into the condom mere seconds before she came too.
“Shit,” Nathan hissed. “Fucking came before I got the chance to work you hard.”
Naomi laughed. “Not sure I could have survived if you’d worked me any harder.”
She shifted, encouraging him to withdraw.
“Wait,” he grated. “Give me a second, okay?” It took him a full minute to slide out of her and roll onto his back. He turned his head and looked at her. His dark hair, cropped at the sides but longer on top, combined to make his hooded eyes seem languid. “You get off?”
She wondered that he could have any doubt, seeing as her cries would have woken the neighbors, if he had any. She grinned. “Am I beginning to look relaxed?”
His gaze traveled leisurely up and down her naked body, then he returned her grin. “Yeah. I’d say so.” He sat, swung his legs over the bed and glanced back. “Let me get rid of this, and I’ll see what more I can do to help our esteemed town doctor unwind.”
She watched that sexy swagger all the way to the bathroom and wondered why her thoughts turned to Tynan. Probably because he had that swagger thing going too. In fact, they all did. Caleb, Nathan and Tynan. They’d probably learned it from each other, seeing as they’d grown up together and been thick as thieves all their lives.
When the first-borns had been called away to help another pack, and Caleb had been kidnapped, Nathan had stayed on in South America to try to find out where his friend was being held. Tynan had gone too, but Naomi imagined that being forced to conduct his efforts from behind a laptop, while Nathan was in the thick of the action, would have weighed heavily on someone as proud and fiercely loyal as Tynan.
She felt for him, she really did. His accident had not only limited his physical abilities, as bad as that was for a shifter, but had stolen a fundamental part of his identity, of his purpose in life.
She knew how it felt to be in that position. Knew how devastating such a loss could be. And how it ripped away everything that made you the person you believed yourself to be. The life you were born to live, everything you hoped for, planned for, was gone.
On the surface it would seem that Tynan had fared much better than she had. Or had he? Like her, he had shaped a new life, and while it wasn’t the one he wanted or had been born for, he now excelled at his imposed profession.
She pushed down both the guilt and the little tingle of pride that welled in her chest.
And damn it. Why was she thinking about Tynan again? Because that bloody kiss had stirred things up, that was why. It had plunged her back into the past, to things she didn’t want to remember. To things she wouldn’t remember. Tynan wasn’t the only one who had moved on.
Nathan came back and flung himself onto the bed. “Want something to eat before we get down to round two?”
Seeing she had been denied her supper when Tynan came calling, Naomi nodded. “What’s on offer?”
Nathan pillowed his head on his folded arms. “Can heat up a pizza, toss some salad.”
“If you didn’t live in the middle of nowhere, we could get takeout delivered.”
He tapped her on the nose. “You love my pizza.”
“Right now I’m so hungry, I’d love anything as long as it’s remotely edible.”
He was silent for a few moments, watching her. “Feeling better?”
His soft inquiry gave her
Apart from Nathan, her only sojourn into sexual adventures since she’d returned to Bodmin had been last night. From now on, she’d stick to what she knew.
And what she knew was currently bringing her to orgasm once more. Nathan’s eyes were closed, his breath hissing through gritted teeth. He speeded up, his cock pumping hard and fast. He let out a cry and emptied himself into the condom mere seconds before she came too.
“Shit,” Nathan hissed. “Fucking came before I got the chance to work you hard.”
Naomi laughed. “Not sure I could have survived if you’d worked me any harder.”
She shifted, encouraging him to withdraw.
“Wait,” he grated. “Give me a second, okay?” It took him a full minute to slide out of her and roll onto his back. He turned his head and looked at her. His dark hair, cropped at the sides but longer on top, combined to make his hooded eyes seem languid. “You get off?”
She wondered that he could have any doubt, seeing as her cries would have woken the neighbors, if he had any. She grinned. “Am I beginning to look relaxed?”
His gaze traveled leisurely up and down her naked body, then he returned her grin. “Yeah. I’d say so.” He sat, swung his legs over the bed and glanced back. “Let me get rid of this, and I’ll see what more I can do to help our esteemed town doctor unwind.”
She watched that sexy swagger all the way to the bathroom and wondered why her thoughts turned to Tynan. Probably because he had that swagger thing going too. In fact, they all did. Caleb, Nathan and Tynan. They’d probably learned it from each other, seeing as they’d grown up together and been thick as thieves all their lives.
When the first-borns had been called away to help another pack, and Caleb had been kidnapped, Nathan had stayed on in South America to try to find out where his friend was being held. Tynan had gone too, but Naomi imagined that being forced to conduct his efforts from behind a laptop, while Nathan was in the thick of the action, would have weighed heavily on someone as proud and fiercely loyal as Tynan.
She felt for him, she really did. His accident had not only limited his physical abilities, as bad as that was for a shifter, but had stolen a fundamental part of his identity, of his purpose in life.
She knew how it felt to be in that position. Knew how devastating such a loss could be. And how it ripped away everything that made you the person you believed yourself to be. The life you were born to live, everything you hoped for, planned for, was gone.
On the surface it would seem that Tynan had fared much better than she had. Or had he? Like her, he had shaped a new life, and while it wasn’t the one he wanted or had been born for, he now excelled at his imposed profession.
She pushed down both the guilt and the little tingle of pride that welled in her chest.
And damn it. Why was she thinking about Tynan again? Because that bloody kiss had stirred things up, that was why. It had plunged her back into the past, to things she didn’t want to remember. To things she wouldn’t remember. Tynan wasn’t the only one who had moved on.
Nathan came back and flung himself onto the bed. “Want something to eat before we get down to round two?”
Seeing she had been denied her supper when Tynan came calling, Naomi nodded. “What’s on offer?”
Nathan pillowed his head on his folded arms. “Can heat up a pizza, toss some salad.”
“If you didn’t live in the middle of nowhere, we could get takeout delivered.”
He tapped her on the nose. “You love my pizza.”
“Right now I’m so hungry, I’d love anything as long as it’s remotely edible.”
He was silent for a few moments, watching her. “Feeling better?”
His soft inquiry gave her
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