Sunday
It was almost five when Anne parked the car in front of a sprawling log building nestled in a large clearing with forest all around. Towering pines and dark green fir trees shadowed part of the area, and the tangy scent of cedar filled the air. The lodge was surrounded by a beautiful deck, and it was all absolutely breathtaking—even better than the pictures online.“Okay, ladies. Rise and shine.” She turned and poked Stephanie, who slept soundly in the backseat.Grunting, Steph slowly pivoted and sat upright. Sort of.Christa stretched her arms overhead and arched her back. She’d ridden shotgun the last seventy miles or so. The sound of popping vertebrae made Anne wince. She hated to think what her own back was going to sound like. “I’m surprised neither of you ladies thought to mention that the last eleven miles were nothing but a dirt road.” It was well marked, so she hadn’t been afraid of getting lost, but the forest was so thick and impenetrable looking, it was scary when you didn’t know your way.Then, at a wide spot in the road not a quarter mile from here, there’d been a professional-looking sign pointing toward Feral Passions Resort. Of course, on the opposite side of the road was a cute little bar that really fit the surroundings, though she wondered who the customers were, since they were on the preserve and there hadn’t been any houses along the way. There’d been a couple of beat-up trucks parked in front and a hand-painted sign that said “Growl” nailed over the door.Seemed apropos. She’d looked for wolves. She might have caught a glimpse of one shortly after they’d come through the electric gate marking the entrance to the fenced wolf preserve. That was back where the paved road ended. A long way back.She still felt as if Christa and Steph had pushed her into this trip, and Anne wasn’t quite able to give up the feeling of resentment, the sense the elusive Gina didn’t exist and she’d been manipulated. At the same time, it was hard to stay grumpy in a setting this peaceful. Craggy mountains cut into a brilliant blue sky and a thick forest grew below with trees in all shades of green.There was even wild dogwood blooming among the tall evergreens. She’d seen a few deer and wondered if she’d really spotted that wolf a couple of miles back, but the best part was the smell. Air so fresh it made her want to breathe deeply and just hold that clean air deep inside her lungs.Unfastening her seat belt, she glanced at the front of the lodge. Three young women sat at a table on the deck with glasses in front of them.Any kind of drink sounded really, really good about now.“Holy shit.”“Christa!” Anne snapped around and gaped at her sister, who was staring out the passenger window.At what could only be a male model. Maybe a god. Whatever. Anne almost swallowed her tongue. The man walking toward their car was tall, dark, and sexy, and he walked with that loose-hipped swagger that hinted at all kinds of things he could do with those hips.Hands shaking, she opened the door and got out. No way was she sitting in the front seat and staring up at a man that hot. She needed to plant her feet firmly on the ground.“Welcome to Feral Passions.” He walked directly toward Anne with his hand out. She shook hands with him, but hers totally disappeared in his. She bit back a nervous giggle as that old cliché popped into her head, about the size of a man’s hands and feet correlating to his … No. She was not going there.“You ladies must be Cheraza, Christa, and Stephanie. I’m Traker Jakes. We were getting worried about you. I hope the trip wasn’t too difficult.”He still held Anne’s hand. His palm was rough, his skin dry and warm. She knew hers was starting to sweat. “No. Just long,” she said, slipping her fingers free of his light grasp. “I’m Cheraza, but everyone calls me Anne; that’s my sister, Christa, and our friend Stephanie.”Steph crawled out of the backseat, looking deliciously rumpled. Anne just looked rumpled, but she’d learned not to let it bother her. Too much.Steph grinned. “Hi, Traker. Nice to meet you.” Then she covered her mouth and yawned. “Oops. Just woke up.” Laughing, she turned away to grab her handbag from the backseat.Christa got out of the car and slung her huge leather purse over her shoulder. She looked adorably messy with her ponytail hanging sideways and a sleep crease on one cheek. “Nice to meet you. Anne, hon, thanks for driving the rest of the way. I thought we were going to switch off.”Anne merely shrugged. “Not a problem.” She flipped the lever inside to pop the trunk. Traker beat her to the back and laughed at the huge number of bags shoved into the tight space. Glancing toward the lodge, he called out, “Hey, Brad. Grab Cain and get your asses out here.” Turning to Anne, he said, “We’ll get you ladies settled in your cabins. As soon as you’re unpacked, come on up to the lodge and Brad’ll fix you a drink and let you take a look at the menu for tonight. That work for you?”Anne could only nod. The term “speechless” had never had more profound meaning than it did right now. That had to be Brad and Cain walking across the deck, now coming down the steps. She’d thought Traker was handsome. These two took her breath.“Hey, ladies. Glad you’re here. We were getting worried.” The dark-haired one stopped beside Christa and tugged his baseball cap off. Then he turned his full focus on Anne. “I’m Brad. Why don’t you show me which bags are yours.” It was the oddest thing—he looked as if he was sizing her up, but instead of giving her a dismissive glance, he continued looking right at her. His brown eyes actually twinkled, and then he winked.Her knees turned to jelly. She pressed her hand to the side of the car, unobtrusively, she hoped, but it was that or fall on her butt. Men never looked at her for long. A quick glance to check out her oversized assets, and then they moved on.Brad didn’t. He grabbed her bags out of the trunk and lifted them with ease. She’d needed help from Christa to load the large one. Brad held it lightly in one hand.“C’mon,” he said. “Your cabin’s all ready, and I’ll help you get settled.”She had to swallow to speak and then decided merely nodding was easier. He smiled and nodded to Traker. “Trak, I’ll be back behind the bar in a few minutes.”For some reason, Trak looked like he was trying not to laugh. “No rush. Take your time. I’ll cover for you.”A cloud coasted right over the top of Anne’s sense of well-being. Of course, Trak was probably thinking of how he was going to tease Brad later, about getting stuck with the fat one.She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Meet you two in the bar in about half an hour, okay?”“Sounds good.”Christa grabbed her overnight bag and followed Cain, while Trak led Steph in the same direction.As Brad led Anne toward a trail that angled away from the big lodge and away from Christa and Steph, Anne felt a moment of panic. She hadn’t thought about the fact that they’d be in individual cabins—she’d pictured the lodge as a large hotel with separate rooms. Not only were they rooming by themselves, she didn’t even know which cabins Steph and Christa would be staying in. She glanced over her shoulder as her sister and Steph disappeared into the woods, and then she turned and almost ran into Brad.“Oh. I’m sorry.” Flustered, she realized she’d slapped her hand to her chest like an old lady with the vapors, which had her feeling like a fool. Heat raced over her chest and face and she knew he was thinking she was an idiot, a complete loser. Her eyes filled with tears.“You okay?” He set the bags down on the hard-packed trail.She dug through her handbag for a tissue, but she didn’t look at him. “Fine,” she mumbled. This was all a mistake. She never should have come; it was—“Hey, Anne. Whatever it is, it’s not worth tears.”Arms wrapped around her. Strong, warm arms pulling her close against a broad chest, so close she heard his heart beating, felt the steady thud, thud, thud against her cheek. He smelled so good. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had hugged her, and there’d never been one that smelled of pine forest and wood smoke. She should pull away, she really should, but he was holding her close and stroking her hair, and whispering stuff she couldn’t really hear, and she was just so damned tired from the long drive, and so … she wasn’t sure what to call it. Vulnerable? But somehow, even though he was a stranger, even though he was probably the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and that alone should scare her to death, it settled her.He settled her.She sniffed, drew in a shuddering breath, and sniffed again. He shoved a clean white handkerchief into her hand. “I’m a firm believer in the healing value of a good hug. You okay?”When she nodded, he leaned over and grabbed her heavy suitcase in one hand and threw the strap to her second bag over his shoulder. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose and then didn’t know what to do with the handkerchief.He took it from her with his free hand, wiped a tear she’d missed, and then stuck the soggy thing into his pocket.“I’ll wash it—”“Forget about it. I’ll take care of it. You must be exhausted after that long drive. Let’s get you to your cabin.”They were only a short distance away, but with the trees all around and ferns lining the trail, it was as if they’d stepped into the deepest, darkest woods. Still rattled, Anne followed him up the steps, across a small front porch and into the cutest little log cabin she’d ever seen. Surrounded by trees but with the front of the cabin in sunlight, it fit like a natural addition to the forest. Inside were a large bed at the back, a sitting area near the front window with four chairs, a bathroom with a huge shower, a tiny kitchenette with a coffeemaker and a microwave, small refrigerator, and a cupboard stuffed with chips and all kinds of other munchies.Brad set her suitcase on a stand beside an old-fashioned Shaker-style armoire that was well over six feet tall. Her smaller bag went on the floor beside it. Inside, there was more than enough space to hang the clothes she needed to hang, and plenty of drawers along one side for all the little things.“That’s beautiful.” She ran her hands over the smooth wood, glanced around the small room, and realized all the furniture matched. Simple, solid, and very utilitarian, but also an incredible fit to the style of the rough-hewn log cabin. “Is it antique? It looks really old.”“Some pieces might be, though I don’t know which ones. Depends on whether Trak made it, or his father, or his grandfather. Their woodworking skills are a family trait.”He turned to Anne and lightly rubbed her shoulder. She automatically tensed, but his warm hand quickly had her feeling about as tense as sun-warmed honey.“Relax, Anne. You’re wound too tight for this place. You need to let it all go, relax, and just put yourself in my hands. Or Cain’s.” He slowly turned her to face him and rested his hands on her hips. She felt their heat through her yoga pants and almost sighed—but she didn’t even think of pulling away.“Cain’s the resort’s masseur, and I swear the man has magic fingers. I have to go back to the bar, now. The ladies on the deck are probably ready for a refill. Don’t be too long.”She loved the way his voice rumbled up out of his chest. Deep and sexy, to go with those soulful brown eyes and thick, dark hair. “Tonight’s all about relaxing,” he said. “A drink, a good dinner, maybe a massage later, a walk in the moonlight, or time to sit by the fire in the main lodge with a glass of good port or a decadent dessert. We’re all about helping you relax so you can enjoy the peace and quiet.”With his hands still resting loosely on her hips, his lips curved up in a smile she felt all the way to her toes. The man was dangerous. Her heart had to be hammering a million beats a minute, but he was just so … so … Cocking his head to one side, he gazed intently into her eyes. “Now are you going to be able to find your way to the lodge? It’s only about fifty yards. Just follow the path out the front door and go back the way we came. If you’re not at the bar in twenty minutes, I’m going to send someone after you.”“I think I can find the way.” She couldn’t shake her gaze from his. He blinked once and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Almost as if he read her mind, his head lowered and his lips met hers. Shocked, Anne gasped, her lips parted, and Brad deepened the kiss. She lost herself in the warm pressure of his lips, the minty taste of his mouth, the unexpected but welcome thrust of his tongue.Surprise quickly faded into desire, and when he pulled her close Anne didn’t even think of fighting his embrace. No, because all she could think of was the heat and the size of the larger-than-life erection pressing against her stomach. Much too soon, he slowly, sweetly ended the kiss. Then he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered, “Eighteen minutes.”She felt his heart pounding in his chest, almost as loud as hers. He rubbed his bristly chin across the side of her throat, sending chills along her spine. “I’m sorry you’re only here for a week. That’s not going to be nearly long enough.”She didn’t know what to say, could barely make her lungs work to draw each breath, but it didn’t seem to matter. Brad smiled at her, and he was even better looking, if that was at all possible, when he smiled. Then he leaned close and kissed the tip of her nose and without another word was out the door and gone.Stunned, Anne stared at the door he’d closed on his way out. Her heart pounded in her chest and all her girl parts clenched as if she’d just spent an hour with her favorite vibrator. She might have thought he was leading her on—just playing with her—but when he kissed her she’d felt him. Brad was erect, the hard length of him pressed close against her belly, so long and solid she was actually wet from wanting him.Guys could fake a lot of things, but she’d never known one who could fake an erection.Anne clipped her hair into a knot on top of her head and took a quick shower. Long trips always made her feel grimy, but that wasn’t the only reason. The old cliché about horny guys taking a cold shower to cool down actually made sense. Her body was on fire after Brad’s kiss. The man kissed like he’d meant it. She’d only known him for what? Fifteen minutes?How would he kiss her after a few days? After they got to know each other.Why wasn’t she freaking out? She never kissed men she didn’t know. Actually, they never kissed her. But Brad did. And damn it all, he kissed her like he meant it.The shower helped, though the minute she got out and thought of him she flushed hot all over again. “Oh. My.” Fanning herself, Anne stared at the woman in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes sparkled, and she could swear her lips were swollen from kissing. She’d never, ever reacted to a guy the way she did to Brad, but then she’d never had a totally hot guy kiss her just minutes after meetin
Brad heard the women telling one another good night. He’d really enjoyed all of them, but Anne called to him. He wasn’t quite sure what it was about her, but both he and Cain had felt drawn to her from the moment she crawled out of the car looking tired but delicious. Thinking about her swollen lips and the soft sounds she made when he kissed her, he finished wiping down the bar and checking the kitchen to make sure the stove was off and everything was ready for morning.He’d just hung up the damp towel to dry when he sensed someone near, looked out the front window, and saw Anne standing on the deck, staring at the twinkling fairy lights in the forest. She looked lost in thought, leaning against the railing, her hands clasping the top rail.He realized he wasn’t nearly as tired as he’d thought and spending some quiet time with Anne was just what he needed. She had absolutely no idea how she affected him. Why was that so refreshing? It was definitely attractive. She wasn’t a doormat a
Anne’d only taken a few steps before she saw the back side of the lodge through the trees. She decided to go that way first—just in case Brad or Cain was there. Brad was behind the bar making margaritas for Fred and Suni, but there was no sign of Cain.“Hey, Anne. You’re back!”“Hi, Brad. Those margaritas look so good.” She slowly parked her butt on one of the stools at the bar. Her legs were really sore from all the hiking.“Trust me, they are,” Suni said. “Did you have fun on the hike?”“It was terrific, though my muscles might disagree. You’ll have to ask Darnell about the day’s activities. Ronan and Wils are better than any cruise directors for making things fun.”Brad set the drinks on the counter for Suni and Fred. After they each took theirs and left, Brad smiled at Anne. “Would you like one?”Regretfully, Anne shook her head. “I’d love one, but I need to go and get a shower. I stopped by on the way to my cabin because I wondered if Cain had checked on the pups today, if they w
Cain was still in his wolf form well after Brad had shifted, but he was planning to go check on the new pups. The wolf was a first-time mother and the male was young—Brad was glad Cain was keeping an eye on them. He took a quick shower and dressed, but the two of them hadn’t really talked much about last night. He wondered if part of Cain’s reason for not shifting was to avoid a conversation.They really needed to talk about Anne. Cain was convinced she was on to them or at least suspicious, but Brad wasn’t all that sure. But if she was and she still liked them, wasn’t that a good thing? He glanced out the window at the trail that led to Anne’s cabin and wondered if she’d gone back to sleep after booting them out. She hadn’t seemed at all concerned about waking up with two wolves on her bed. That had to be a good thing, too. At least he hoped it was.But what about two men in her bed? He glanced at Cain. The big silver wolf sprawled on the bed, watching Brad, and his heart actually hu
After she showered, Anne stared at the bed for a few seconds too long, finally gave in, and lay down. The next thing she knew, she heard someone at her door. A four-legged someone, from the soft whine and scratch of claws against the wood.Anne stretched carefully, well aware of an aching tenderness between her legs, a scrape on her shoulder where she’d rubbed a bit too much against a rough spot on the granite, and the sense that she’d not been exaggerating when she’d told herself that making love with Cain would change her life.In a very good way—at least so far—and didn’t that suck, that the best sex in the world came with the caveat that it could all be so much fairy dust.Would she ever be able to put her first time behind her?Whoever was on her front porch whined and scratched at the door once again.Anne had fallen asleep wrapped in her damp towel, so she tightened it around herself and glanced at the clock to make sure she hadn’t slept through dinner. She’d only been lying do
They’d all gathered on the deck as the sun went down—Ronan and Wils with Christa and Steph, Trak with Suni and Fred. Darnell sat in Evan’s lap sharing a Long Island Iced Tea that Brad had mixed for her and Evan had convinced her was such a strong drink it really should be shared.Cain and Brad had become Anne’s personal bookends, one on either side of her, never intrusive, yet a sexy and highly entertaining presence. The guys were relaxing this evening while a couple of men she’d not met built a fire in the pit near the swimming pool and got a good bed of coals going.“I hope you like s’mores.” Brad had his arm around her shoulders and squeezed.“Doesn’t everyone?”She knew from the look in his eyes he’d easily caught her noncommittal answer.“Most everyone, but what about you?”What was the point of lying? Shrugging, she said, “I don’t know. I’ve never tasted one.”His eyes went wide. “Anne, every little kid’s had s’mores.”She was really getting tired of being questioned over everyt
Anne sat back on her heels. She really wanted to do this right, but for a first time, one guy at a time. If this worked out the way she hoped, she’d have a lifetime to practice on two at a time. Just the thought had her vaginal muscles clenching into a yearning knot between her legs.She pointed at Cain. “You. Sit. You’re next.”He grinned and saluted. And sat on the edge of the bed.She knelt with her hands planted on Brad’s hips. The drop at the tip of his cock had become a steady stream. She licked him, just, well … just because. “You can stand up or sit. Whatever you want.”“This…” He cleared his throat. “This is fine. Thank you.”“I like that. Polite.” For some reason she’d slipped into the role she’d taken in graduate school when she was a teaching assistant. Then she’d known she was in charge of the classes she taught and she knew her stuff better than anyone else in the room. At least she let them think she did.This was just the opposite. She didn’t know anything about what s
Stunned, Anne lay there in the darkness. The last of the candles had finally gone out, and Brad’s welcome weight covered her. He was still hard enough that she felt the gentle pulses of his cock deep inside, and he was conscious enough to hold much of his weight off of her, resting on his forearms, head hanging low with his face between her breasts.She had fairly large breasts, but she knew she hadn’t smothered him, and wouldn’t that be a hard one to explain. Yes, Your Honor, we were having wild monkey sex and he collapsed on top of me and I smothered him with my boobs. No, it was not intentional.She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but then she turned her head to her left and there was Cain, lying beside them, resting his weight on his elbow with his head propped on one hand, slowly stroking himself with the other.He smiled the moment she turned his way, and shook his head. “Good lord, Anne, that has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. You and Brad together? You’re bot