Sebastian explains to Emma that, yes, wolves are very fond of hugs, kisses, and fucking, and I make a promise to myself. AsI scent her pussy getting wet at my friend’s words, I know that fate has made the right choice for us. I will do anything to make Emma stay.
Anything.
Chapter
Five
EMMA
It’s my rumbling stomach that finally moves us off the couch and into the kitchen. I have no idea why these guys are so fond of me when we’ve only just met, but I can’t say I hate it. If I had to get stranded overnight, it’s definitely a stroke of good luck that it happened here.
The cabin is a cozy paradise, all three of the men are gorgeous and very polite, even if Troy has barely let go of me. To top it all, Sebastian is an amazing cook.
Once he consoled himself that I wasn’t, in fact, dying from hypothermia and that I wasn’t running for the door either, he relaxed enough to unleash his culinary genius in the kitchen. It turns out he was in the middle of dinner prep when he ventured outside for firewood and was surprised by our arrival.
“I’ll take cooking over shoveling cow shit any day,” he confides. He quickly juliennes the carrots for the beef stir-fry he’s making from scratch. “So I volunteered to make dinner.”
“Mom said you can come by and just keep her company.” Troy lazily strokes his big hand up and down my back. “WhileCarter and I clean out the barn. I think she likes you best out of the three of us.”
Sebastian flushes with pleasure, and his grin is devastating. “I’ll do that next time. And Emma will join us. Sandra will love meeting her.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Carter groans as he takes four beers from the fridge and hands them out to each of us. “Will you put on the brakes?”
He’s the only one who’s more reserved, lingering at the sidelines of our conversation, though his gaze never leaves me for long. He seems to know that Sebastian’s and Troy’s behavior isn’t really acceptable in human society. Like meeting the parents before we even hooked up.
Which begs the question. Are we hooking up?
Everything points to these guys being completely up for that. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man this interested in me without being sleazy. Troy, Carter, and Sebastian are honest in their enthusiasm, but not one of them has pressured me to do anything I don’t want to do. Every touch that lights up some forgotten part of me could be interpreted in a sexual way, but they never cross the line of uncomfortable.
I think I’ll have to sleep on the decision. Tonight, too much has happened for me to be able to think rationally.
There’s also the fact that there are three of them. As much as they claim that they’re together, surely this isn’t usual. They can’t expect to share me. Can they? I stomp down on the naughty thought, unwilling to create fantasies that will only lead to disappointment later.
Dinner is delicious. Sebastian serves the beef stir-fry over fluffy jasmine rice. I drink one beer and stop myself from having any more. There’s no use in getting drunk. I don’t want to blame any decision I make here on alcohol. It wouldn’t be fair to the guys either.
There’s a small scuffle as the guys fight for the privilege of sitting next to me—their words, not mine. Troy wins by pushing Carter over and sliding onto the chair next to mine while blocking Sebastian from me with his big, bulky body. He spends the entire dinner focused on what I’m eating. His big paw never leaves my knee either. It doesn’t come across as overly possessive, though, just attentive and sweet.
It’s like I’m getting the exact treatment that I’ve always wanted from my boyfriends who didn’t know that they should put me first in relationships. Who didn’t know that I wanted them to listen to me when I talked. That I only wanted someone who would touch me and hug me, and fuck me like I was their favorite person in the world.
Now, I’m getting all that times three. And I’m afraid to go to sleep in case this is all a dream and I’ll wake up in the morning in my own bed, alone again.
After dinner, Sebastian takes one look at me, grabs my hand, and hauls me toward the living quarters. He shows me the large bathroom, one of two, he explains, but they never finished the second one because it’s just the three of them living here.
“You never have any guests?” I ask.
I’m fishing for information. I need to know whether I’m intruding on someone else’s relationships here. There aren’t any traces that anyone else lives here, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth.
But Sebastian only grins at me. “No, Emma. You’re the first one we’ve ever had stay over.”
I watch him with suspicion. “The first woman ever?”
He dips his chin in a nod. His cheeks flush, pink again, and I love how expressive his face is. “I’ve never been with a woman.”
I stare at him, disbelief coursing through me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were gay. I just thought…”
His face flushes even more. “I’m not,” he says. “I mean, I love Troy and Carter. I’minlove with them, too. We, uh, fuck a lot? But I don’t think any one of us is gay. Bisexual, probably? I’m attracted to them because they’re exactly right for me. And now you showed up, and you’re exactly right for all of us.”
I don’t get to ask what he means by that before he throws me another grin, points out where the towels are, and disappears out the door. I take a shower, scrubbing away the remains of my long day, the smell of the diner, and any reservations I still had about staying here tonight. I’m too full of good food and way too tired to keep debating this with myself. If the guys wanted to hurt me, they would’ve already done so.
