Her filthy mind filled with images.
“Holy shit. We’re gonna need more Eves in this garden.” She moaned and hid her face against his side, taking comfort in the warm and familiar scent of him. Admitting to any sex fantasies did not feel smart. Nothing about this was safe. She might be in love for the first time in a long time and he was talking about adding someone else. Historically, one-on-one proved enough of a challenge to her. How could she possibly keep two men happy? The idea was ludicrous.
“Daniel … You’re so cool about this and, and I’m so not. At all. What happens if we find another woman? We turn it into a circus act and take it on the road? Sounds like you’re using the end of the world as a flimsy excuse to have an orgy every other night of the week.”
He grunted in disapproval. “I disagree, and you’re getting jealous. There’s no need. This is about you and me and possibly him.
That’s all.”
“The three of us?”
“The three of us.”
“Wow.” Right. Sure. It sounded so simple. No chance for broken hearts at all. “No, Daniel. No.”
“Okay.”
Ali raised her head, mouth tense. “That easy?”
“Yep. It’s your choice. I just wanted to make sure you knew you had one.”
“Right. Wel , my choice is no. Meanwhile, this is doing my head in.”
“Enough of that talk then.” Daniel nodded, satisfied. “Instead, let’s discuss why you tried to cover my eyes earlier. Because baby, if it had been a kinky sex game I would have been on board, but I’m thinking it was something else.”
“It was nothing,” she said. “You need to rest. Sleepy time.”
Daniel rubbed his jaw against the top of her head, ruffling her hair. “Nah, I’m fine and so, very much, are you. Time for round two, cowgirl. And this time, we’re going to take it nice and slow with our eyes wide open.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The criminals were back at it.
Smoke lingered in the air at first light, making Finn’s pulse spike and his brain snap to attention. Adrenalin had it over caffeine any day of the week, even after a shit night’s sleep. He jumped to his feet, circumnavigated the Datsun to find the lovebirds tangled up and sleeping. “We have a situation on our hands.”
“Finn?” Al asked in a husky voice. She blinked big gray eyes at him from where she lay wrapped up in Daniel. Her hair was all tussled, and there was a general well-fucked appeal to her.
He was nowhere near as immune to it as he would have liked. Which pissed him off.
And she wore his t-shirt, having gasped words along the lines of “God”, “yes”, and “Daniel” before slipping into it.
“What’s wrong, Finn?”
His. Shirt.
“We’ve, aah …” He took a nice deep breath, focused on the essentials. Things besides what was going on beneath his shirt and inside his head. “We’ve got trouble.”
“Again.”
“Again,” Finn agreed.
She shook the big guy's arm. “Smoke. Wake up, Daniel. They’re lighting more fires.”
“Ah, man.” Daniel rolled onto his back and stretched. He real y was big. Civilian or no, taking him on hand-to-hand for her was not the best idea. Tempting as it was. Better to woo her away. “We were out of beer anyway. It’s time to move along, kids.”
Finn turned his back on the love nest to get his shit together. It also gave him a chance to get his temper back under control. Not that those two were messing around, not taking the threat seriously. The man donned his pants while Al made a dash to the spindly clothesline.
“Finn, your stuff’s dry too,” she announced.
He turned in time to catch the flash of ass as she stepped into black cotton panties. Oh yeah, the swift revelation of the long line of her back as she tugged his shirt off over her head. Breathing didn’t matter and blinking was right out. Anger slipped from his immediate reach in the face of this.
Strangely enough, once removed, he wanted the shirt straight back on her.
Ali fished about for her bra, found it and slipped the straps up her arms. Dark blonde hair fel over her shoulders, sliding across bare skin. Porn had nothing on this.
He needed to get laid.
Pity about the chances.
“Great.” He joined her by the laundry, started dragging on his own clothes before she noticed anything was up. Not that she ever did seem to notice. Living in close quarters with strangers brought politeness to an art form.
The roar of a motorbike gunning up the street had them both jumping. He simply hid it better.
“Fuckers,” the big guy muttered, bending over the sink to drink from the tap.
“Yep,” said Finn.
“So.” Dan clapped his hands together, rubbed. “Who’s up for playing another round of hide and seek?”
Hours later, summer showers had messed with the bonfire tactics. Unfortunately, the vigilant bastards patrolled the streets, making it hard to move far or fast.