Madison Layle - Falke’s Captive

“Really? I mean good. I uh…After this morning, I figured you’d be so mad, you’d never want to see me again.” She forced a soft chuckle out and glanced at Reidar. “I thought you’d both be glad to be rid of the crazy, gun-wielding scientist.” Would she ever be able to swallow the boulder stuck in her throat?

“You armed now?” Reidar asked.

Her abrupt burst of laughter was more genuine this time. “No, I’m not.”

He flashed a set of pearly whites. “Good. Neither are we.”

Not true. The man was armed with that captivating smile and kissable lips.

Kelan held his hand out to her, and she stared at it a long moment before slipping her hand into his. He tugged her toward him, and she slid into the booth. His broad shoulders made her feel tiny, even though she was far from it. Both men’s bodies were lean, yet muscled and sexily outlined by jet black T-shirts. She took a quick glance down at their hands as Kelan’s thumb skimmed over her knuckles.

The room grew ten degrees warmer before she looked back up at his face. Such an intriguing color of eyes. Stunning.

She got a whiff of his masculine scent over the smell of fryer oil, beer and barbeque sauce. Mmm .

He smelled like the outdoors, not some expensive cologne. Different, and more than a little pleasant.

If they could bottle up that fragrance and sell it, he’d be a rich man.

She needed to get her brain back on track. “How many are there of you?”

Kelan’s eyebrow rose, and Reidar, across the table, chuckled. She turned to look at him, only to find his gaze on her just as hot—and demanding?—as Kelan’s. She licked her lips, trying to get some moisture back into mouth.

“We’re two of a set of quads,” Reidar answered, sliding out of the booth and then in beside her, trapping her between him and Kelan. “Axel’s the oldest, and Gunnar is second.”

The invasion of her personal space didn’t make her want to elbow them away. No, just the opposite, she wanted to lean into him—them—either one of them.

“And…” She cleared her throat. Her mouth seemed awfully dry. “And who is the oldest of you two?”

Kelan gave a slight bow of his head, which she found rather cute, but then his gaze snagged hers, and her breath caught. Oh, if that wasn’t sexual interest, she didn’t know what was. She hadn’t been out of the dating scene so long she couldn’t recognize the signals. His thumb stroking the back of her hand and fingers sent electrical charges straight to her breasts, tightening her nipples.

She turned to look at Reidar, and he raised a hand and slid a finger down her cheek. “I sense you like being here between us.”

What woman wouldn’t? she thought, trying hard to get her lungs to work at a healthier pace.

“Your breathing has sped up, your pupils dilated.”

She swallowed hard. The man was way too observant.

Kelan’s index finger stroked the inside of her thigh where her shorts had ridden up when she sat, and her breath hitched. Seriously? Were they both…

Kelan leaned in and whispered, “Have you ever fantasized about two men, Beth?” His tongue stroked the rim of her ear.

She shivered even as her body ignited.

Reidar leaned closer, his lips a mere breath from hers. “Ever wonder what two mouths and four hands would feel like pleasuring you?”

Dear Lord. This was for real. “I…”

“You what?” Reidar asked, his voice a soft whisper against her mouth.

“I thought I’d screwed up…my chances…with you.”

Reidar brushed his lips across hers, not quite a kiss, but a caress that had her longing for one.

“Falke’s back, safe and sound, and Kel’s…well rested.”

She giggled and heard Kelan chuckle too. “Yes, I guess he is,” she admitted.

Reidar smiled. He was incredibly handsome when he did that, she thought.

“How adventurous are you, Beth?” Kelan’s hot breath tickled her ear. “A woman going into the wilds in search of beasts…How about some animal activity closer to home?”

As Kelan spoke, she stared at Reidar’s lips, so close yet not touching. Her breaths grew shallow.

Her heart rate doubled. Damn, the man smelled good.

“B-both of you?” Her voice came out as a squeak, but she had to be sure.

Reidar brushed his nose against hers, and his grin was pure male temptation. “Would you like that, Beth?”

She nodded, afraid to open her mouth. She’d been hoping for one, but two was good. No, two was great. They were offering her every woman’s darkest fantasy. Her fantasy. Two gorgeous men—twins at that. At once. Oh. Yeahhh.

Without hesitation, she leaned toward Reidar and kissed him. His tongue swept into her mouth, and he tasted of beer and masculinity, a downright sensual flavor. Sizzling heat flowed through her, and she opened for him, wanting more. His fingers scooted up her outer thigh, edging beneath the hem of her shorts.

Kelan’s free hand, the one not holding her hand, slid over her stomach.

She moaned.

“Beth,” Kelan whispered, and Reidar slowly pulled back, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes,” she said on a soft breath.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kelan continued, “before we do something to embarrass you. We don’t want that.”

The strangest thing happened right then that she didn’t understand. Kelan’s thoughtfulness, his voice combined with Reidar’s tender gaze, gelled into…something that tugged at her chest. She’d completely forgotten where she was, much less her vulnerability in almost doing something shockingly risqué in such a public arena. But the men hadn’t—they’d thought of her.

A peace settled over her, as if she belonged between these two men. It should be wrong. Two men at once was nothing more than a fantasy. But it was one she couldn’t pass up. She wanted—in that moment needed —to be with them.

She breathed in deep, realizing Reidar’s scent was ever so slightly different than Kelan’s, but just as potent. And the mixture of them both made her insides melt.

“My room is close,” she said, never taking her gaze from Reidar’s.

He nodded and slid out of the booth, then held his hand out to her.

The sun was peeking through the treetops on its westward decline when they stepped onto the sidewalk. It wouldn’t be dark for another couple of hours.

Kelan stopped and spun her around to face him. “You ready for this?”

As ready as I’ll ever be. “Of course,” she said, trying for confidence.

He used a finger to lift her face toward his and leaned closer, whispering, “Care for a little experimentation, my sweet and sexy scientist?”

A thrill shot through her, and her pussy clenched. She nodded, rising to reach his lips with her own, but he pulled away.

Kelan grinned. “Patience, hon.” Like the first night they met, he tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, this time settling his own hand over hers.

She blinked. “Um, okay.” She could wait. The hotel wasn’t far. But she wanted so badly to yank him into at least a jog, preferably a record-breaking sprint.

Reidar moved to her other side as they walked along the sidewalk, lacing his fingers with her free hand without missing a step.

She didn’t know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut. Excitement skittered through her. It had been a while since she’d been with any man, and her last few dates had been lab geeks not unlike Tim.

Nothing against Tim. He was a nice guy, as were her dates. She’d enjoyed the pleasant evenings of intellectual conversations at the time, but this was different.

These two brothers stirred up the woman inside her, the one that read erotic stories until 3:00 a.m. and dreamed for one chance to experience the type of passion embodied in a best-selling romance. They might be way out of her league, but she wasn’t about to mess anything up by saying something stupid.