“Hmm.” She leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you, Jack.”
He watched her leave the living area and head toward Grant’s bedroom. He walked out fully dressed as she walked in, pausing to give him a kiss, too. He thought about joining her, offering to rub—well, everything—and giving in to his baser urges.
Given the look on Grant’s face as he watched their mate saunter into his bedroom, his best friend had the same thoughts.
“Whew,” said Grant. “I want her.”
“I want her, too.”
“Well, work on sealing the deal, would you?” Grant headed toward the door. “I’ll get her stuff sent up, and then I’ll track down the Bloods.”
“Recon only,” said Jack. “Get us information. No fists of werewolf fury, all right?”
Grant shrugged. “Sure. Whatever.”
Grant left, and Jack knew there was a 50-50 chance Grant would not punch a Blood in his gonads. But Grant could handle himself.
It was Jack who drifted in uncharted waters.
Hmm. What did an alpha have to do to convince a girl to mate with him and his best friend?
3
JACK TOWELED OFF his hair, the last thing he needed to dry before getting dressed. Roxie’s things had arrived while she was still in the bath, so he’d put the tidily packed suitcases and boxes in Grant’s room where she’d see them when she finished. He tossed the damp towel under the sink and grabbed the terry cloth robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. He put it on, cinching the belt tight, and began to consider what to order from room service.
He was starving—and they’d moved past breakfast and right into lunch.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He strode across the room and flung open the door.
Roxie. Beautiful, curvaceous, luscious Roxie. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a glitzy halter top. Her feet were clasped in zebra-print high heels. Big gold hoops dangled from her lobes.
“Hi. I thought you’d like to see what I looked like dressed.”
“You look amazing,” he said. “But nothing beats naked. I like naked a lot.”
“Yeah? Me, too. Can I come in?”
He moved out of the way, and she sashayed inside.
He watched Roxie wander around the room.
Decorated in dark blue and silver, from the navy carpet to the striped couch, the room, like the entire suite, was both luxurious and comfortable. Cherry wood end tables, each with a thin silver lamp, graced both sides of the huge, circular bed.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and pushed aside the black-out curtains. Jack joined her, and they stood side-by-side and stared at the Las Vegas Strip. It looked less glitzy during the day when the desert sun beat down on the buildings and the people like a Mafia enforcer. In daylight, you could see the grit, the dirt, the underbelly. It was hot and ugly out there without the cover of night and bright, shiny lights to hide the truth of the inhospitable land.
Jack felt Roxie’s gaze on him, so he turned to face her.
Her eyes flared with desire and his blood stirred. Jack grasped her arms and pulled her into his embrace. She looked at him, wide-eyed, anticipation and lust colliding in the depths of her gaze. He wanted her. She wanted him. It could be just that simple, if they let it.
He kissed her.
She responded passionately, her lips melting against his as her tongue dipped into his mouth.
He quivered. God, she made him hot, she made him want. One taste of Roxie would never be enough.
Her hands dove into his robe. Her palms coasted down his stomach, seeking the evidence of his desire. She gripped his cock and stroked.
“I want you,” she said in a husky voice. “Desperately.”
“Then you better get out of those clothes.”
She smiled, her eyes glittering with excitement. “That’s exactly what I plan to do.”
* * *
ROXIE’S HEART THUDDED from both exertion and sexual need. Ever since she met Jack, and then Grant, she couldn’t stop thinking about them naked. With her. She knew there was a whole big thing involved with being the mate of two alphas—and the responsibilities involved with running an Earth Pack. She loved the idea of joining a community that focused on contributing to society meaningfully. Being a member of the Blood Pack had made her wary of trusting anyone, even her own family. You either survived or you didn’t. If she and Derek hadn’t had each other growing up—well, they might not have made it past puberty.
Jack took her hand and pulled her onto the bed. His lips captured hers, his tongue slipping inside to ratchet up the heat. She melted into his arms and deepened their contact. He tasted like peppermint. She could smell the light scent of soap and the musky scent of sex.
Desire and need streaked through her, pooling wet and hot between her thighs. Reaching between them, she stroked his cock through the robe.