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thud of her footsteps.
“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked. “Did something happen?” He and Jackson automatically angled themselves so they had all directions covered, ready for any threat.
Kirra shook her head. “No. Nothing like that. I just...”
“Just what?” he rasped, taking a step closer, until they were so close their breaths mingled. Her mind went blank. Going on instinct, she flung herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to reach.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” she whispered in his ear. “For saving my life and bringing me here, and well, for everything.” She pressed a kiss against his cheek and released him.
Off to the side, Jackson waited, a scowl on his face and arms crossed. Before she could lose her nerve, Kirra crossed over to him and took his hands, gently tugging his arms down. “I wanted to thank you, too, Jackson,” she said. “I know you don’t really like me—or any humans—and I understand why, so it means a lot to me that you didn’t leave me to the Cats.” She released one of his hands and beckoned him closer with her index finger. He bent his head toward her, and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I think you’re a lot nicer than you let on.” Rough stubble on his jaw rasped against her skin, and she turned her head, ready to plant a kiss on his cheek too.
Jackson’s head turned at the same time, and their lips met in a featherlight touch, sending a jolt of electricity running through her body. He groaned and tugged her closer, pressing her against him with a firm hand on her lower back. His warm tongue traced the line of her lips, and Kirra parted them to let him enter.
Their tongues tangled, and the rough caress had her nipples hardening in response. Breaking away, his breathing ragged, Jackson wound a hand into her hair and tugged her head back, exposing the length of her neck to him. He worked his way down it with his mouth and lips, and she felt an insistent pressure nudging at her belly.
Her hands were reaching down to stroke his cock through his jeans when a throat cleared, breaking through the fog of arousal consuming her. She realized what she was doing and pushed at Jackson’s shoulders, trying to put space between them. Her head was spinning, but one thing was clear. She’d been making out in the middle of a public space—anyone could have seen them.
Marcus had seen them. His eyes glowed in the dim light, and Kirra dropped her gaze, unable to face the accusation there. What had she been thinking?
“I-I sh-should go back,” she stuttered, fingers pressed to her lips.
***
F lushed and shaky, Kirra left the men, forcing herself to stay to a brisk walk. She wasn’t running away. She was making a tactical, measured retreat back to Gran’s house, away from the wild, wounded jealousy in Marcus’s eyes and the burning lust in Jackson’s.
The blue curtains in the front window twitched as she reached the porch. Great. Gran had watched the whole spectacle. From Gran’s vantage point, it had probably looked as if she’d thrown herself at both men. Which she kind of had.
Desire and arousal still burned through her, making her breath come short. She’d never in her life reacted to a man as quickly and violently as she had with Jackson. But it wasn’t just Jackson. Every touch of Marcus’s body against hers, every glimpse of their hard bodies, and every daydream and fantasy about them that she’d indulged in over the last two days, had left her body primed for action. If they hadn’t been in a public space...
Kirra paused with her fingers on the door handle and willed her cheeks to cool. When she felt semi-composed, she straightened her spine and entered the house.
The dishes had been cleaned and put away, and Gran reclined in her chair at the table, obviously waiting for her. She motioned to another chair, and Kirra sat, back straight and hands tightly clasped in her lap.
“They’re good
“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked. “Did something happen?” He and Jackson automatically angled themselves so they had all directions covered, ready for any threat.
Kirra shook her head. “No. Nothing like that. I just...”
“Just what?” he rasped, taking a step closer, until they were so close their breaths mingled. Her mind went blank. Going on instinct, she flung herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to reach.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” she whispered in his ear. “For saving my life and bringing me here, and well, for everything.” She pressed a kiss against his cheek and released him.
Off to the side, Jackson waited, a scowl on his face and arms crossed. Before she could lose her nerve, Kirra crossed over to him and took his hands, gently tugging his arms down. “I wanted to thank you, too, Jackson,” she said. “I know you don’t really like me—or any humans—and I understand why, so it means a lot to me that you didn’t leave me to the Cats.” She released one of his hands and beckoned him closer with her index finger. He bent his head toward her, and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I think you’re a lot nicer than you let on.” Rough stubble on his jaw rasped against her skin, and she turned her head, ready to plant a kiss on his cheek too.
Jackson’s head turned at the same time, and their lips met in a featherlight touch, sending a jolt of electricity running through her body. He groaned and tugged her closer, pressing her against him with a firm hand on her lower back. His warm tongue traced the line of her lips, and Kirra parted them to let him enter.
Their tongues tangled, and the rough caress had her nipples hardening in response. Breaking away, his breathing ragged, Jackson wound a hand into her hair and tugged her head back, exposing the length of her neck to him. He worked his way down it with his mouth and lips, and she felt an insistent pressure nudging at her belly.
Her hands were reaching down to stroke his cock through his jeans when a throat cleared, breaking through the fog of arousal consuming her. She realized what she was doing and pushed at Jackson’s shoulders, trying to put space between them. Her head was spinning, but one thing was clear. She’d been making out in the middle of a public space—anyone could have seen them.
Marcus had seen them. His eyes glowed in the dim light, and Kirra dropped her gaze, unable to face the accusation there. What had she been thinking?
“I-I sh-should go back,” she stuttered, fingers pressed to her lips.
***
F lushed and shaky, Kirra left the men, forcing herself to stay to a brisk walk. She wasn’t running away. She was making a tactical, measured retreat back to Gran’s house, away from the wild, wounded jealousy in Marcus’s eyes and the burning lust in Jackson’s.
The blue curtains in the front window twitched as she reached the porch. Great. Gran had watched the whole spectacle. From Gran’s vantage point, it had probably looked as if she’d thrown herself at both men. Which she kind of had.
Desire and arousal still burned through her, making her breath come short. She’d never in her life reacted to a man as quickly and violently as she had with Jackson. But it wasn’t just Jackson. Every touch of Marcus’s body against hers, every glimpse of their hard bodies, and every daydream and fantasy about them that she’d indulged in over the last two days, had left her body primed for action. If they hadn’t been in a public space...
Kirra paused with her fingers on the door handle and willed her cheeks to cool. When she felt semi-composed, she straightened her spine and entered the house.
The dishes had been cleaned and put away, and Gran reclined in her chair at the table, obviously waiting for her. She motioned to another chair, and Kirra sat, back straight and hands tightly clasped in her lap.
“They’re good
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