While she would never admit out loud, Naomi actually found herself glad of Javier's support. The process of getting her broken car on the flatbed tow truck proved hard to watch as bits and pieces fell off, clanging to the floor, or in the case of the broken glass, in a tinkling shower. Naomi alternated between rage and melancholy, her emotions in such a fluctuating state, she didn't object when he draped an arm around her shoulders and kept her hugged tight to his body. Even more surprising was Javier's calmness. If her dad or brothers had shown up and seen the mess the thug made of her car, a copious amount of yelling and punching of things would have occurred. With Javier, while she could see ire in the flashing of his dark eyes and the rigidity of his jaw, those were the only outward signs. She appreciated it, but a teensy tiny part of her kind of wanted him to rant and rave, to show vocally and physically how much he cared. I'm such an indecisive ninny. It took a
Javier closed the bedroom door to give Naomi privacy while she spoke to her mother. He grabbed his cock and shifted it in his pants, a move aped by Ethan. "Dammit, how much longer are we going to suffer, Javier? You heard her downstairs, she wanted us." "She wanted out cocks. We need her to want our hearts and souls." What a change from a few days ago when all Javier thought he'd ever need was a warm pussy to sink into. "I still don't see how torturing ourselves is helping," Ethan grumbled as they headed back downstairs. "By showing her that her needs are more important than ours, we are laying the foundation for trust, my friend." "Whatever. Trust won't matter if our dicks fall off first." "If that happens, then we'll become oral experts. I wouldn't worry though. I don't think it will be much longer. Haven't you noticed? She's not threatening us or cussing us out as often. I think she's starting to like us." Ethan chuckled. "But I like it whe
Curled on her bed, Naomi cradled the glass butterfly in the palm of her hand. It was absolutely gorgeous, and even worse, thoughtful. The idea that Ethan had actually gone into a novelty store selling such girly items as glass butterflies warmed her. It seemed so incongruous given his size and athletic profession. And yet, both he and Javier kept showing her other sides to themselves, gentler sides imbued with intelligence and respect. A respect for her and her wishes she'd never imagined with her own kind. Instead of acting like cavemen and slinging her over their shoulder to have their wicked way with her-which admittedly would probably be lots of fun-they listened to her and followed her-sometimes irrational-dictates. They were turning out to be better than human options, the jerks. Her resolve to never settle down with another shifter was melting rapidly beneath their determined assault. And after this evening's wicked orgasms, she found herself more tempted than ever.
She liked it! The knowledge he'd chosen well warmed Ethan as he stared down at Naomi while she slept. The present he'd agonized over in the tiny shop-which he'd feared tripping in and creating a catastrophe-hung on a chain and swirled with the air currents. When Javier had told him to pick something up that would cheer her, he'd immediately thought about her collection. After hearing her story, he congratulated himself silently on making the right choice and fell in love even deeper. Some people scoffed at the notion of love at first sight. In the case of shifters, some argued that the mating instinct should not be confused with the emotion. However, while the mating instinct initially drove him to seek her out, everything he'd discovered since enchanted him about her. Now, several days since their first disastrous meeting, he was truly and completely in love with the feisty hellion who hid an inner softness, which made the fact she'd faced danger all the harder to bear.
Naomi stretched in her bed-alone. Strange, because she could have sworn, she'd ended up pillowed between a pair of male bodies at one point during the night. Even more miraculous, they hadn't attempted to molest her. The jerks. Surprisingly enough, she didn't find herself annoyed the guys had stayed the night in some sense of misplaced chivalry. It was kind of hard to remain irritated after the extreme pleasure they'd given her after dinner. It still blew her mind they'd expected nothing for themselves in return even though she saw the evidence of their turgid desire. Worse, she almost wished she'd begged them harder to take her last night and mark her just so she could feel their cocks inside of her. Actually, in the light of day, she still had that urge. The mating call or lust, whatever she wanted to call it, rode her, making it difficult for her to keep recalling the reasons against binding herself to them. A prism of light caught her eye and she looked up to see
Horny, but happy at how things were progressing, Javier left Naomi's office and met up with Ethan at the shifter's private sports complex. The big bear shook his head in silent reply at Javier's questioning look. Ethan had gone to talk with some contacts he had in the shifter underground to see if anyone might have heard anything about Naomi's attack, apparently in vain. Damn. Another dead end to go with last night's visit to see Naomi's client. A total bust as it turned out the bamboozling uncle wasn't the car vandal. Javier, in the hopes of gleaning some clues, had left early that morning-reluctantly from Naomi's bedside-and slipped into her office where he copied her hard drive onto a USB memory stick. The amount of info to sift through proved staggering, but they needed to find out who threatened her. The most logical explanation remained a client of hers trying to hide something. Finding out who was a task he'd tackle later. Right now, he headed upstairs for a team me
Rage drove her to run. She needed to exert herself, expend the boiling anger at the knowledge that because of her someone had dared harm her family. Cowards! She howled aloud, the sound echoing through the woods, a nature reserve set aside by the province to promote wildlife. And right now, given her turbulent emotions, she certainly counted. To think, Chris thought to hide the reason of his beating from her. Trying to protect her. Idiot. They just didn't get it. She could handle herself and she didn't need them running interference for her anymore. She'd fight her own battles thank you very much. Now if only she could figure out whom she needed to kill. The warning to back off just didn't make any sense, not without a name or another clue. She so desperately wanted an inkling, someone to turn her murderous focus on. Where she lacked the strength of a male, she made up for in deviousness. She wasn't stupid. She knew she couldn't tackle the problem face to face, but th
Ethan kept peering in the rearview mirror at Naomi, curled up and sleeping on the backseat. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get her to agree to leave and come with them to Toronto. She'd kept insisting she needed to stay and protect Chris, who in turn yelled she was treating him like a little girl. And then, it degenerated even further when she played the world's tiniest violin. They'd only managed to pry her from the doorframe, as she sang the refrain from "Cry Baby, Cry," by whispering in her ear that she couldn't play a crucial part in their plan to snare her assailants if she didn't come with them. "Are you going to use me as bait?" she'd asked with narrowed eyes. "Yes," Ethan had answered bluntly. "I'm in," she'd chirped. The process of packing her a bag and grabbing their stuff took some running around, but they finally got on the road to Toronto mid-morning and she'd promptly fallen asleep in the back of the SUV, using Ethan's sweater as