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Authors: Eve Langlais
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“What’s got your undies in a wedgie?” she asked as she heaped her plate high with food—mama’s cooking was to die for.
“They shouldn’t be here,” Derrick grumbled with a dark glare.
“And we hear they spent the night at your house,” Mitchell added on a growl.
“I assure you, your sister’s virtue remains intact. We simply ensured she didn’t’ come to any ill while incapacitated” Javier replied before she could.
“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Naomi added with an elbow in Javier’s ribs.
“You were unconscious and required protecting,” Ethan rumbled.
“No thanks to either of you and your sleeping cocktail.”
“They drugged you!” Chris, her usually antagonistic brother, stood up from the table his fists clenched.
“Oh, sit down,” her mother ordered. “I told them to dose her because, knowing your sister, she would have cleaned her house top to bottom instead of getting the sleep she required.”
Chris sat down, but his eyes shot daggers, which went well with the lasers from her dad, the death wish from Maverick…Dammit, and they all wondered why she wanted to stay away from shifters.
She pretended not to see any of them and went to work on her food. Trust her mother to not let sleeping wolves—bears and jaguars—sleep.
“So Ethan, I heard through the grapevine you have a university degree. What did you study in?” her mother asked. Naomi almost choked. The behemoth went to school? Probably a token degree received through an athletic scholarship.
“Architecture, ma’am. When lacrosse season is out and before hockey season starts, I do freelance work for a few corporations.”
She couldn’t help the look of incredulity she shot his way. Educated wasn’t something she would have accredited him with. Not that it changed her mind about him. He still remained a big, hulking bear.
Her mother beamed at him. “Call me, Meredith. After all, we’re almost family.”
“Mom!” Naomi shouted almost choking again on her food. “Would you stop that? I am not getting hitched with them.”
Pretending she hadn’t heard Naomi’s outburst, her mother turned to Javier. “What about you? What’s your degree in?”
Naomi, despite her claim of disinterest, stopped chewing to hear what he had to say.
“I studied at the same university as Ethan. Their lacrosse team is where we met and became friends. I’ve got a degree in computer engineering. In the off season, I freelance writing software for two large dot com companies.”
An urge to bang her head on the table gripped her. Why did the jocks have to break the mold and prove they owned brains? Not that it changed anything, but it did make it harder for her to hold on to her reasons not to give in to temptation.
The rest of dinner passed with most of the conversation held by her mother and Naomi’s suitors. When the talk revolved around to lacrosse and hockey, the male half of her family unbent enough to join in, their love of sports thawing them somewhat.
They weren’t the only ones succumbing to warmth, caught between the two of them, Naomi found herself much too conscience of them; the brush of their thighs against hers, the heat of their bodies radiating from them and warming her skin. As if sensing her diverted attention, Ethan’s heavy hand dropped onto her thigh, a huge paw that sent scorching heat straight through the fabric of her jeans to her skin below. He squeezed her thigh and Naomi knew she should shove it off, but she feared antagonizing her simmering brothers. Besides, she couldn’t fight any longer the arousal which flooded her as if anxious to make up for the way she’d dammed its presence during dinner.
As if her growing awareness of Ethan weren’t enough, Javier decided to join the mix, his own tanned hand sliding up and down her upper thigh, brushing so close to the apex of her thighs that she gritted her teeth when he kept missing it.
Desire spiraled inside of
“What’s got your undies in a wedgie?” she asked as she heaped her plate high with food—mama’s cooking was to die for.
“They shouldn’t be here,” Derrick grumbled with a dark glare.
“And we hear they spent the night at your house,” Mitchell added on a growl.
“I assure you, your sister’s virtue remains intact. We simply ensured she didn’t’ come to any ill while incapacitated” Javier replied before she could.
“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” Naomi added with an elbow in Javier’s ribs.
“You were unconscious and required protecting,” Ethan rumbled.
“No thanks to either of you and your sleeping cocktail.”
“They drugged you!” Chris, her usually antagonistic brother, stood up from the table his fists clenched.
“Oh, sit down,” her mother ordered. “I told them to dose her because, knowing your sister, she would have cleaned her house top to bottom instead of getting the sleep she required.”
Chris sat down, but his eyes shot daggers, which went well with the lasers from her dad, the death wish from Maverick…Dammit, and they all wondered why she wanted to stay away from shifters.
She pretended not to see any of them and went to work on her food. Trust her mother to not let sleeping wolves—bears and jaguars—sleep.
“So Ethan, I heard through the grapevine you have a university degree. What did you study in?” her mother asked. Naomi almost choked. The behemoth went to school? Probably a token degree received through an athletic scholarship.
“Architecture, ma’am. When lacrosse season is out and before hockey season starts, I do freelance work for a few corporations.”
She couldn’t help the look of incredulity she shot his way. Educated wasn’t something she would have accredited him with. Not that it changed her mind about him. He still remained a big, hulking bear.
Her mother beamed at him. “Call me, Meredith. After all, we’re almost family.”
“Mom!” Naomi shouted almost choking again on her food. “Would you stop that? I am not getting hitched with them.”
Pretending she hadn’t heard Naomi’s outburst, her mother turned to Javier. “What about you? What’s your degree in?”
Naomi, despite her claim of disinterest, stopped chewing to hear what he had to say.
“I studied at the same university as Ethan. Their lacrosse team is where we met and became friends. I’ve got a degree in computer engineering. In the off season, I freelance writing software for two large dot com companies.”
An urge to bang her head on the table gripped her. Why did the jocks have to break the mold and prove they owned brains? Not that it changed anything, but it did make it harder for her to hold on to her reasons not to give in to temptation.
The rest of dinner passed with most of the conversation held by her mother and Naomi’s suitors. When the talk revolved around to lacrosse and hockey, the male half of her family unbent enough to join in, their love of sports thawing them somewhat.
They weren’t the only ones succumbing to warmth, caught between the two of them, Naomi found herself much too conscience of them; the brush of their thighs against hers, the heat of their bodies radiating from them and warming her skin. As if sensing her diverted attention, Ethan’s heavy hand dropped onto her thigh, a huge paw that sent scorching heat straight through the fabric of her jeans to her skin below. He squeezed her thigh and Naomi knew she should shove it off, but she feared antagonizing her simmering brothers. Besides, she couldn’t fight any longer the arousal which flooded her as if anxious to make up for the way she’d dammed its presence during dinner.
As if her growing awareness of Ethan weren’t enough, Javier decided to join the mix, his own tanned hand sliding up and down her upper thigh, brushing so close to the apex of her thighs that she gritted her teeth when he kept missing it.
Desire spiraled inside of
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