Chapter 8

Naomi stretched as she woke with an exaggerated yawn in her own bed. How the hell did I get here? Recollection of the dirty trick the two men played on her the previous night made her sit up abruptly. The sheet fell away and she noticed her clothing of the previous eve gone, replaced with a t-shirt and shorts.

"Those dirty, rotten pigs," she cursed as she swung her legs out of bed and sat on the edge.

"You called?" A head topped with tousled hair poked out from around the door frame of the bathroom. Number sixty-nine's dark eyes twinkled and his lips curled in a sensual smile. Despite her irritation, her body flooded with warmth.

"You!" She pointed at him and shot him a dark glare.

He grinned wider. "What about me, darling?"

"I'm going to kick your balls so hard you're going to choke on them. How dare you drug me and then do despicable things to my body while I was unconscious?"

Stepping forward from the bathroom, he raised his arms in surrender and her eyes couldn't help drinking in the sight of him. No one should look that delicious, especially in the morning, was her disgruntled thought. Shirtless, Javier's tight and toned muscles beckoned. Encased in smooth, tanned skin, his muscular torso tapered down to lean hips where his jeans hung, partially unbuttoned and displayed a bulge that grew as she watched.

Unbidden heat flooded her cleft and her nipples shriveled so tight she could have drilled holes with them. She forced herself to swallow and look away before she did something stupid-say, like, licking her way down from his flat nipples to the dark vee of hair that disappeared into his pants.

"It would take a braver man than me to disobey your mother's orders. Besides, you needed the sleep," he added in a placating tone. Scowling, Naomi mentally planned a loud diatribe for her mother. "Let me ask you, how does your head feel now?"

His question derailed her for a second, and she paused to realize she actually felt pretty damned good-but now I'm horny and it's all his friggin' fault. She dove off the bed and stalked toward him, five foot four feet of annoyed woman craving coffee, a Danish, and him-naked inside her body. The first two she'd handle shortly, the third, she'd make him pay for. He stood his ground as she approached, the idiot.

"What did you do to me while I was out?" she growled as she patted her neck looking for a mating mark.

"Nothing. Contrary to your belief, snoring women with black and blue faces just don't do it for me."

His jibe hurt, but not as much as her foot when it connected with his undefended man parts. He ended up bent over, wheezing while Naomi smirked in satisfaction.

"That's for knocking me out. But, if I find out you did anything to me other than dress me, like cop a feel or take nudie pictures, I'm going hurt you a lot worse."

"Has anyone ever told you you're hot when you're mad?" said the man with an obvious death wish.

Only his speed saved him from her swinging fist as she screeched at him. "Go away. Can't you tell I'm not interested?"

"Liar." He threw that comment at her from the other side of her bed. "I can smell your arousal, sweetheart. And might I say, I can't wait to taste it."

The gush of wetness between her thighs made her groan in frustration as she fled to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Chest heaving, she took a moment to compose herself. It didn't work so well, not when she couldn't get the image of his naked upper body out of her mind.

Needing a reality check, she braced her hands on the sink and peered at herself in the mirror. Most of the bruising on her visage had faded from dark purple to green and yellow. She still didn't look pretty, but at least her nose had returned to its normal size.

Yet, despite the way I look, I have two men clamoring to mate with me. Or should she revise that to only one? She hadn't seen or heard Ethan this morning. Perhaps, he'd wisely given up and left. Wishful thinking on her part probably because somehow she doubted she'd gotten so lucky. She got the impression number forty-four's giant body possessed even more stubborn genes than tanned sixty-nine.

Ignoring the fact a gorgeous man-that her inner bitch wanted to jump and gnaw on-roamed her bedroom, she stripped and jumped into the shower. As she washed her body, her hands lingered on her breasts and the apex of her thighs. She couldn't seem to stop, her body aroused and clamoring for any kind of touch, even her unsatisfying own.

It occurred to her that perhaps her out of proportion reaction might have come about because she'd not taken care of her needs in a while.

Maybe if I come, they won't affect me so much.

With that plan in mind, she cupped her breast, squeezing it, but she needed more stimulation than that-a hot mouth sucking my nipple would feel so nice right about now. She moaned as a mental image of Javier's dark head, bent as he tugged at her bud, made it shrivel and protrude. She rolled her hard nipple between her fingers while her other hand slid down her body to find her cleft. She leaned against the tile wall as she found her clit and stroked it.

Back and forth, she caressed herself, her hips gyrating as her wanton mind pictured Javier at her breast and Ethan on his knees, pleasuring her sex. Totally forbidden, so not what she wanted, but the erotic fantasy excited her like nothing she'd ever imagined and she rubbed herself with quick, slick strokes.

Would they take me one at a time, or would one thrust into my sex while the other fucked my mouth? No matter the answer, her cleft quivered at the thought of them penetrating her, filling her with their cocks and pounding until she orgasmed around their hard lengths. Stimulated in both mind and body, her climax approached and she let out a whimper as she increased the speed of her movements.

"You know, if you want some help in there, I'd be more than happy to oblige?" Javier's drawled words just outside the shower acted like a cold bucket of water. With a startled cry, Naomi snatched her hands from her pussy and breast as if scalded.

"Get out!" she screeched.

"Is that any way to treat one of your future mates?" he sighed. "And after I went through the trouble of warming a big, fluffy towel for you in the dryer?"

Incredulity made her peer around the plastic curtain. "You did what?"

A grin covered his face as he shook the towel at her. "Come on out while it's hot. I promise I won't look." He squeezed his eyes shut in exaggerated fashion and Naomi really thought about staying in the shower until he got the hint and left, but, of course, the water-in cahoots with the men apparently-turned cold. Standing there shivering, she reminded herself shifters didn't have the same hang ups about nudity as humans did-most of the time.

She dashed into the warm towel-oh my god, that feels heavenly-which he wrapped around her before sweeping her off her feet to carry her back to her room.

"What is it with you and your friend carrying me?"

"Exercise," he replied with a deadpan expression.

She snorted. "You are so full of shit and annoying. Did I forget to mention annoying?"

"But cute," he added, his lips tilting into a smile that made her stomach do hand stands.

He dropped her on the bed where she bounced with a squeal as she thrashed to hold onto her towel. She wasn't sure she entirely succeeded judging by the smoldering look in his eyes when she finally settled.

Tucking the edge of the towel securely around her body, her wet hair hanging down her back and dripping, she tried to regain her composure. "So where's the other Neanderthal, or is he the smart one and left?"

"Nope, dumber than a rock still," Ethan announced walking into her bedroom with a tray. Naomi's eyes widened as she saw the logo from her favorite coffee house on the Styrofoam cups and at least four Danishes.

"How did you know?" she asked as she dove on the steaming java. She took a burning sip and sighed happily.

"Your mother called to check on you. We actually had a great chat," Javier announced. He went to grab a lemon pastry and Naomi slapped his hand.

"Mine," she growled.

"But there are four of them. Surely you can share one?"

She shook her head. "I don't share, and I warn you, I bite."

"Promise?" Javier leered, his eyes twinkling.

Heat of a different kind burned her cheeks as she realized how her claim sounded. She ignored him and concentrated on her breakfast.

The mattress sank alarmingly as Ethan sat down beside her. She scooted over lest gravity drag her into the well he made. "Thanks for breakfast," she muttered through a mouthful of cherry Danish.

"My pleasure," he rumbled. "You're looking a lot better today."

"No thanks to you," she replied, shooting him a dark look. She almost felt bad at his chagrinned look-but got over it quickly when she reminded herself of the way they were attempting to take over her life. While she devoured her breakfast, begrudgingly letting the last Danish go because to eat it would have probably caused her to explode, Javier left. He returned with his upper body clothed. A shame.

"So what else did my mother tell you?" she asked, leaning back to suck on her coffee.

"That you were a colicky baby, hate the color pink, love your car, and that you're more stubborn than a mule," Ethan supplied.

"She would," Naomi grumbled darkly. "Did she also tell you I don't want to hook up with a shifter for the rest of my life? I want peace and quiet, not constant chaos."

"Yes, she mentioned something about a harebrained scheme involving marrying a human. Personally, I think you have way too much passion for a human male. Hell, from what I've seen, I'm not sure two shifters will be enough." Javier waggled his brows and leered comically.

Ignoring how cute this rendered him, she concentrated on his annoying-totally untrue-observation and used it to jump start her anger. She sprang up on her bed, only belatedly remembering she wore a towel, which plummeted leaving her naked. Ire, though, made her stand tall and wave her coffee at him. "I am a delicate, misunderstood flower, goddammit," she yelled. "Why does no one see that?"

Javier's eyes glazed over as he stared at her. "Delicate," he murmured. "Yes, certain parts of you certainly are."

A hand tickled up the back of her bare thigh, close to her core, which pulsed with heat and moisture. "Nice view," Ethan added.

Naomi, coming to her senses, realized the spectacle she presented and hopped off the bed with a bellowed. "Out. I need to get dressed." And a way to get myself off before I embarrass myself completely.

They complied, but not before Javier said, "We'll be just outside in case you want any help finishing what you started in the shower." Her inarticulate yell went well with the cordless phone she threw at him. They slid out into the hall and swung the door shut before it could hit them, and her poor phone hit the portal with an ominous crack. Great, now I need a new phone.

Panting, and not only out of irritation, she still managed to catch due to her damned wolf hearing Ethan's whispered, "What happened in the shower?"

Banging her head on the wall a few times, wincing as it brought back some of her pain, she wondered what she'd done to deserve this. Her inner wolf just howled in frustration and asked why she was so determined to act stubborn.

I don't want to mate with those two, chest-thumping shifters. I don't want to screw, at the same time, those two yummy shifters. I don't want to lick every inch of those two deliciously sculpted shifters. I don't?

Failing miserably with her inner pep talk, she took her time getting dressed, blow drying her hair and itemizing the reasons why her pair of jocks should look elsewhere for a mate. Unfortunately, her body kept coming up with its own list: they had wicked bodies, handsome faces, senses of humor, chivalrous tendencies. And, they're also domineering, pig headed, probably violent and so obviously chaotic.

Battle armor in place, rejection speech prepared, she sailed downstairs to give them a piece of her mind, only to discover they'd already left. She found a pair of notes in their place.

Naomi,

I had to leave for lacrosse practice. I'll see you later today.

Yours, Ethan

Short and to the point, yet the claim he'd see her later made her flush. She read the second note.

Dearest Naomi,

Holding you in our arms last night, while you slept, was pure heaven. The glimpse we were blessed with of your delectable body? Absolute torture knowing we couldn't touch you and please you as you so rightly deserve.

We can only hope you'll think of us today, my face buried between your thighs, lapping at your sweet core as my friend takes care of your beautiful breasts. If you need to stroke yourself during our absence, please think of us and the pleasure we'll soon have plowing your body and making you scream in ecstasy.

Until I kiss you later, Javier.

The note should have disgusted her, annoyed her or at the very least ended up crumpled into a ball and tossed; however, nothing in the last twenty-four hours was going as expected. Instead of getting worked up at his dirty and presumptuous words, her knees trembled, her sex flooded with moisture, and a quiver ran through her body.

She just thanked god they weren't around or she just might have asked them to act out the scenes in the note-more than once.