Stepping aside, I followed him into his bedroom. “What did she say? Is she going to reject us, or go along with the rule?” There was tension in my voice. I couldn't have hid it from him, so I didn't bother to try.
Jacob held up a dress shirt, the rich blue fabric stark against his skin. Slowly, he ran his fingers down the front. “Relax. She's going to give in.”
“How can you know that?”
Narrowing his eyes, Jacob pushed his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. “Do you really think that she'll be able to resist one of us, never mind both?” He smirked to himself, clicking the clasps on his wrists shut. “Tonight, we're going on a hunt.”
A hunt. That made Marina the prey. “When you put it that way, I guess she's screwed,” I chuckled. Or she was going to be. My cock was already thickening at the idea of having Marina again.
Jacob shrugged into his ears. “Let's be honest.” Grabbing his tie, he looped it around. “She never really had a chance.”
“Should we talk about the plan for tonight?” I asked. “About Lars, I mean.”
“Keep an eye out for him,” he said, sitting on his bed. “But keep Marina away from him if you do see him. I don't want her making any moves without us being in control. It could go badly, otherwise.”
Nodding, I stuck my hands in my jeans. “Weapons?”
He looked up from under his arched brows. “Bring your gun, just to be safe.” Hesitating, he stopped tying his shoes to watch me closely. “If she asks what we're planning, we say we're just there to gather intel on him, to discover his name.” He peeked at the watch he clipped on. “You need to change.”
Tugging at the front of my shirt, I grinned. “How about you let me borrow something of yours?”
I thought he was going to argue. Instead, he walked to his closet and threw open the doors. The array of button-downs and suits stared back at me.
“If you were after something stylish,” he said, grinning at me, “You came to right place.”
****
I'd picked some grey pants and a black vest, a forest green tie working with my coppery hair. Our suit jackets nearly matched, rich midnight in tone.
I didn't dress like this often, but I knew how to.
Opening my front door, Jacob followed me inside. I was halfway to calling for Marina when we both saw her standing in the kitchen.
Fuck.
Every inch of me—all the thickening inches, especially—wanted a piece of that woman.
Marina wore a crimson dress, and it fit her like she'd been born inside of it. It strangled her thighs, enhanced her perfect ass and left me staring openly at her valley of cleavage.
She was gorgeous and alluring, a combination I was sick with.
The sparkling green necklace enhanced the bare, coffee color of her shoulders. She kept touching the jewelry, and I wished her fingers were mine.
I wanted to speak... I wanted to shout. This woman was fantastic, searing into my memory. If I closed my eyes forever, she would be the last thing I'd see.
I was fine with that.
She fidgeted, shooting her gaze between myself and Jacob rapidly. “You two look good—great, even.” There was a long pause. “Uh, so,” she said, tripping on her tongue. “You guys can stop staring at me like that.”
Say something, I told myself. Speak the fuck up!
It wasn't to be.
Jacob moved beside me, his voice rich in that slick baritone of his. “Sorry, I don't mean to stare, but... Marina, you're honestly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”
Her face flushed, and I was furious I hadn't been the one to make it happen. “Stop,” she said quickly, covering her mouth. “Don't say that. It's embarrassing.”
“The truth shouldn't be embarrassing,” Jacob whispered.
Okay. Nope.
No more of this.
Stepping forward, I exposed a smile and eyeballed her up and down. “He's right, you look amazing. Ready to go?” Offering my arm, I waited patiently.
Marina reached for me, setting my heart on overdrive, then stopped. “What about your gun? Won't you need it tonight?”
My face fell. I'd wanted her to touch me so much I was shaking. Recovering, I said, “Right. Let me go get that.”
I was feeling a rush of possessiveness. I'd kissed this woman, I'd buried my cock deep inside of her. Now, the idea of leaving her alone with Jacob so he could flirt and make her blush had my head swimming.
But it wasn't jealousy. It was something else I couldn't grasp.
Ducking into my room, I wrestled the secret panel away from my bed. Gripping my Ruger, checking it over, I realized what was bugging me.
Even if we share her... I still want to make her react to me. I still want to infect her mind and body.
This was going to get complicated. Jacob and I had shared women before, but no one had ever been able to endure our desires. Either one of us was insatiable.
Together, we were a vortex.
Tucking the gun under my coat, I headed into the main room. Marina was hugging her purse, chewing her lip. I was relieved not to find them making out. “Okay, I'm good. We can go.”
“I'll drive,” Jacob said.
“Let me.” I jingled my keys. “I looked up the address, I know the way.” And Marina can sit up front with me.