A heavy thump of wings created a wind that whipped her hair into her face and she braced for an attack. When nothing more happened she looked up but, the creature that caused it disappeared against the black sky.
“What are you doing out in the woods, Chrysta?” Scorch brushed back her hair with one hand, the other lay like a hot brand against her lower back. She stared at his jaw, fighting the inappropriate urge to run her tongue along the strong line. “Spying?”
“N-n-n-no.” It was hard to try to speak as she panted, but looking up into his black gaze, the languid calm washed over her again. “My car broke down, back there. I was looking for a phone.”
“Why don’t you carry a cell?”
“We’re in a dead zone. No signal for miles because of the mountains.”
Scorch muttered a curse under his breath, “That’s why they’re holed up here.” He stared over her head, scanning the darkness as if he could really see through the night.
“Who?”
He blinked and she found herself the focus of his dark gaze again. “Doesn’t matter, what does matter is you being here now.”
“My car really broke down.” She waved a hand in the general area to her left. “I’ll show you and then I’ll go.”
Scorch shook his head, “No. You’re finally where you belong. I’m not letting you go.” He cupped his hand along one side of her jaw, preventing her from looking down. “Besides, you have a terrible sense of direction. Your car is the other way.”
“What do you want me to do?” Her heart pounded against her chest and her panting hadn’t eased but now it had everything to do with the man holding her. How many times had she fantasied about him and his friend, Griffin, stretched out in her small twin bed in her tiny apartment in town?
Scorch lowered his head, closing the distance between them. “I want you to say…Yes.”
There wasn’t any point asking to what, the gleam in his eye was obvious. Her base fears were obliterated under the soul deep assurance that this man could and would keep her safe. Her rational side wasn’t as easily convinced. It’s nuts. This is a bad idea. Knee him in the nuts and run.
“Yes.” She whispered the word so quietly that when he froze for a moment she wasn’t sure she’d actually said it.
A heartbeat later he closed the distance between them and plundered her mouth. Lips softer than any man had a right to slid against hers igniting her fantasies and waking a voracious hunger she never knew existed inside of her. It swamped over her senses, desire pulsed against her senses demanding to be fed its due. She made tight needy noises in the back of her throat and tugged the back of his shirt out of his pants. The need to feel his skin under her palms overrode any logical nonsense. She needed to touch him, a craving so strong the world might be obliterated if she didn’t touch him.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” He whispered against her lips, breaking their kiss long enough to get his shirt over his head.
She danced her fingers over the line delineating his muscles, sliding over abs that she could easily do laundry on and back up his sides. Every inch of him felt like a coiled spring quivering to attack, but he touched her like a delicate flower.
Another wave of warmth cloaked her back, a heartbeat before she felt hands wrap around her shoulders. “I’m all yours too, Chrysta.” She turned as best she could and glanced behind her, unsurprised to see Griffin standing there. He and Scorch were always together. His jeans hung low on his hips, button undone, and his chest bare. They were built the same, layers of powerful muscles, black hair and dark eyes but Griffin’s hair was longer and he often kept it tied back at the base of his neck. Tonight the soft breeze lifted some strands up to float around his face.
Her brain tried to explain what she’d seen earlier and create a logical explanation. Other than someone slipping her a massive dose of a hallucinogen before she left work, nothing else came to mind. “I saw…you’re…you’re both a…” the thought was so foreign she couldn’t complete it.
“Yes,” Griffin answered, catching both her sweater and t-shirt he lifted both of them over her head in a quick swipe. “But, we’d never hurt you.”
Heated longing for them coursed through her veins but hadn’t completely obliterated her sense of self-preservation. “How do I know for sure?”
“Because, you’re meant to be ours,” Scorch’s hands felt hot against her skin. He stroked her over her rib cage and up under her breasts, his thumbs sliding along the underwire of her bra. “We’ve known it since the moment we walked into your diner. “
“This might rank at the top of the list of bad timing, but I can’t keep my hands off you. Not now.” Griffin pressed a line of kisses along her neck to her shoulder, his hands rested on her hips, flexing as he held her.
She looked up at Scorch, “Because, I saw what you are?”