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His innocent words sent a blast of heat straight to my core.My nipples hardened with a sharp ache, and a rush of slick warmth spilled onto my panties.Completely caught off-guard by my instant arousal, I swallowed back a gasp and peered over my shoulder.Though worry still stormed in his eyes, a kind smile tugged his lips while his luscious heat surrounded me.
“If you want to take her to the truck so she can warm up, I’ll call for a tow,” he stated to the other man while the wind violently whipped through his long hair.
“No hospitals,” I reminded as he gathered the wild strands in his fist before tucking them in the back of the black tee hugging his sculpted chest.
While I ogled him as if he were a fat, juicy steak, he cupped his wide, warm hands around my cheeks and held me with a stern stare.“You need to get checked out, pet.”
Pet?Oh, hell!He’s a Dominant?
My mouth went dry as a massive tremor quaked through me.
I’d read about Doms and subs…read every book I could get my hands on.I’d even spent hours combing the web, drinking in all I could about BDSM.Pet, a common nick-name that Dominants called their submissives.So were terms like girl, precious, kitten, and little one.
Oh hell.
He’d already called me little one earlier.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.Black spots began clouding my vision.And my heart thundered like a drum line.Fearing I was about to pass out, I closed my eyes and dragged in a ragged breath.
“Easy.”His rich velvet voice echoed in my ears as his hands tightened upon my face.“Relax, little one.Take a deep breath.”
Little one.There it was again.
“What’s your name, kitten?”the blue-eyed man asked.
Little one?Kitten?Holy shit!
The chances of both men being Dominants pinged through my brain while every cell in my body danced and cheered.Images of them binding me, spanking me, and submitting to their every whim sent tingles racing down my spine.While my favorite kinky fantasy was sailing the seas on a luxury yacht with two commanding Sheiks, being Dominated by these two gorgeous hunks now rescuing me on this deserted gravel road, turned me on even more.
Was fate or divine intervention at play?Had I actually just won the grand prize in the kinky sexual lottery?
You’re not that lucky,chided the little voice in my brain.
“S…Savannah.Savannah Carson,” I stammered, inwardly cursing my usual tongue-tied response.
“I’m Nick Masters.”The Native man smiled, releasing my cheeks.
Master Masters?I nearly snickered, but instead, cried out in surprise as the blue-eyed man suddenly hoisted me off the ground and into his burly arms.
“And I’m Dylan Thomas,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile.“Come on, let’s get you inside our truck so you can warm up.”
Gaping at the man intimately nestling me against his steely chest, I clutched his wide shoulders as more lurid images—that included himwarming me upin other ways—flashed in my head.As he carried me toward their truck, his name finally soaked through the lust saturating my brain, and I blinked up at him.“You mean like the poet?”
“Yeah.”He sheepishly chuckled.“Like the poet.”
Easing me onto the bench seat, he turned up the heat, then closed the door before jogging around the vehicle.I leaned forward and placed my fingers on the vents as Dylan climbed in behind the wheel beside me.
“Where were you headed before the accident?”
“Kit’s Korner.It’s a bed and breakfast down the—”
“I know exactly where it is.Nick and I are staying there, too.We stay there every year.”
“So do we.”
His brows knitted together as his blue eyes delved deeply into mine.“Do you need us to call someone for you?A husband…or boyfriend to let them—”
“Oh, no.I’m not…I don’t have either,” I muttered, gazing into his dangerous eyes.“I’m meeting my sister, Mellie, at Kit’s.It’s our annual Sisters Getaway.We usually meet up at Kit’s in the summer when it’s nice and warm.But we couldn’t do it until now because we’ve both been too busy working and…well, you know…life happens.People get busy, and…”
