Indecent Encounters (24 page)

“The karats are just the chain,” he said proudly. “The diamond is the real surprise.”

“A diamond?” she asked in disbelief. “Brenn! This is too much!” She fingered the stone as it reflected the morning sunlight. “This is too much for…” She trailed off. She wasn’t sure how to end that sentence. A friend? A fuck buddy? Though they’d been having sex for nearly three weeks, they’d never once mentioned it being anything more than that—just sex.

Dihn still flirted mercilessly with her, and, though she’d tried to hide her feelings for him she had to admit, she reciprocated. It never seemed to even faze Brenn.

Maybe it was because they both knew their fantasy would have to end eventually. She would have to return to her own world, and he’d go back to living his life as he’d done before her arrival. There was no sense in being protective or jealous over something that would never be yours to keep.

Either way, she hadn’t been able to keep herself from falling head over heels for Brenn. She was afraid she might be in love with him. The only reason she doubted her true feelings was because of her attraction to Dihn.
Is it possible to love two men?

Brenn interrupted her worried thoughts. “It isn’t too much. We don’t have anyone else to buy for besides each other. Having you around to spend money on was exciting, and when I saw that necklace, I knew it was made for you.”

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed in awe.

“Told you,” he said proudly, as he slipped the necklace on her. “Perfect.” Leaning over, he kissed her cheek. “I have to head out.” On her curious look, he smiled. “Every Christmas I take a goody basket to the elderly couple who live a couple miles down the road. I’ll be back within an hour. We can open the rest of the gifts then.” He kissed her softly before disappearing into the connecting bathroom with a change of clothes.

Vanessa lounged in bed for a few minutes, listening to him prepare before she crawled out of bed and donned a robe, then headed into the hall toward the main bathroom. She made a detour when she heard Dihn in the kitchen. She found him packaging Tupperware containers of pancakes, cookies, and homemade soup into a large box.

“Getting the care package ready?” she asked, feeling her heart warm in affection for these two wonderful men. Knowing they were werewolves, and yet they made care packages for their neighbors was unexpected to say the least.

“Yep.” Dihn grinned slyly. “Yet it’s not nearly as charitable as tagging along while you did your Christmas shopping. What a pain in the ass that was.”

“Ouch,” Brenn said as he stepped around Vanessa to enter the kitchen. He took the box from Dihn, his gaze intent on her. “I think you’ve just been insulted.” He headed toward the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. You two better be ready for some gift opening,” he said over his shoulder.

As the door shut behind Brenn, Dihn turned to say something to her, but the words seemed to die in his throat.

“What?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

With supernatural elegance, he hopped over the counter and was in front of her in the blink of an eye. He nodded to something above her head. “Mistletoe.”

She glanced up. “Oh...” She broke off with a squeak as Dihn yanked her toward him and crushed his mouth to hers. She was surprised by his aggressiveness but not disappointed. With a noise of pleasure, she wrapped an arm around his neck and returned the kiss, unable to fight her attraction to him any longer.

“I’ve wanted to do this for weeks, ever since that night on the porch,” he admitted against her lips.

Vanessa closed her eyes with a moan as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. “I need…to get…a shower,” she said regretfully. It was her last feeble attempt to resist him, one she silently prayed would fail.

“Good idea. So do I.” He began walking her backwards toward the bathroom, his mouth once again on hers. He had his shirt unbuttoned and on the floor before they reached the door.

Giving in to her needs, she helped him by unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down around his ankles.

As Dihn stepped out of them, he opened her robe and slid it down her shoulders, his fingertips skimming her bare flesh. He growled in approval as his hands cupped her breasts.

“Commando under your jeans?” she asked as she wrapped a fist around his erection. “Sexy.”

Dihn groaned and walked her backwards into the shower.

As he turned the water on, hitting them with a blast of heat, Vanessa grabbed his shoulders. She hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She knew it was wrong of her to be doing this, but she couldn’t resist him. She’d been yearning for him even as she slept in his friend’s bed. Vanessa wasn’t easy by any standards. In fact, she’d been called a prude by more than one ex-boyfriend. Yet something about these two men made her want to throw her morals out the window and fulfill her every sexual desire.

With selfish pleasure at the forefront of her mind, she ignored her guilty conscience and rubbed her clit against Dihn’s cock, whimpering at the bolt of ecstasy spiking through her.

Dihn growled again, the sound only a werewolf could make, and pressed her against the shower wall. His hands slid under her thighs, and he lifted her just enough to enter her, and elicited a cry of rapture. He was rough, forcing his way in and out of her as the water sprayed down on their entwined bodies.

He lowered his mouth over a nipple, grazing his teeth along it, and she cried out. The orgasm slammed into Vanessa quite suddenly. She screamed, gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

She felt him come shortly after her, the sensation of his orgasm prolonging her own. She screamed again, throwing her head back against the shower wall as her legs tightened around his hips, milking every last drop he had to offer.

Brenn had informed her that both he and Dihn had gotten vasectomies for fear of passing down their genetic anomaly. Neither slept around, but they preferred caution to regret. This meant she was in no fear of pregnancy and could enjoy the convenience of no birth control.

As she shuddered and clenched, trembling around his cock buried deep inside her, Dihn chuckled breathlessly. “I think this might top all the other gifts I receive this year.”

While she was overcome with emotion, Dihn grabbed her. He hefted her up and gave her a kiss worthy of breaking in the New Year. He then set her back down on her feet with a joyful laugh. “Happy New Year. Excuse me while I go get really drunk.”

As he wandered into the kitchen for more alcohol, Brenn spun her toward him with a chuckle. “Happy New Year, Ness.” He bent his head over hers and kissed her gently.

He stared at her for a moment before taking her wine glass and setting it to the side. “I have a gift for you.”

“More gifts?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Sort of.” He took a deep breath, looking nervous. “I’ve arranged for movers to clean out your apartment and bring all of your things here next week if you so choose. We don’t want you to leave. You can have the spare bedroom permanently. It’s yours if you want it.”

He held a hand up for her to give him a moment to continue. “And we know you’re nervous about money since quitting your job. Dihn’s secretary just had a baby, so she resigned. He said the position is yours if you’ll take it. He works for the Give A Wish foundation, collecting donations and arranging wishes for candidates. You’d be making a real difference in the world. It’s a good job. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

She stood stunned for a moment, unable to fully comprehend his words. Another part of her fell in love with Dihn all over again. For a man who was supposed to be a scary monster who went bump in the night, he sure did care about people. “You did all this for me?” she finally asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” Brenn said softly. “Please tell me you want this.” He paused, giving her time to think, though his expression was full of anticipation and uncertainty. “What is your answer?”

Chapter Five

It was March, two months since Vanessa had moved in. Life couldn’t be more perfect. She was truly happy like she’d never been before. She couldn’t imagine her life without Brenn and Dihn. She loved her new job, her new home, and the men she lived with…though perhaps the weather could be nicer. They’d been hit with another snowstorm. Brenn was currently outside shoveling snow while Dihn made dinner.

Vanessa had just finished a load of laundry, trying to keep herself busy while the boys worked. Walking into the kitchen, she set the basket down. “How’s dinner coming along?”

Dihn reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him. “Good now that you’re here.” He kissed her firmly, before a wicked grin curved his lips. “Actually, it’s finished, and I’m bored.” He sank into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and pulled her down to straddle his lap. “Can you think of any way to keep me entertained until Brenn comes in?”

His shoulders and chest heaved in anger, his eyes cold and filled with hatred. “What the hell is this?” he snarled. His gaze burned a hole in Dihn. “How could you? You know how I feel about her.”

Dihn stood and put Vanessa behind him protectively. “Me? You knew how
I
felt from the very beginning, yet you went ahead and slept with her anyway! I was the one who dragged her out of that car. I was the one who wanted to share our secret with her.
Me
.”

Brenn growled, the sound low and inhuman. “She chose
me
. She slept with
me
first. She’s mine.”

“Brenn!” Vanessa cried in shock. She didn’t understand where his sudden animosity came from. They’d never openly discussed the circumstances of their situation, but none of it had been a secret. She alternated between whose bed she slept in every night, and they had appeared well aware of her relationship with the other.

“She is not yours,” Dihn snarled. “She’s
mine
. Always has been since that first night on the porch, when you were too stubborn to come out and involve her in our lives.”

They collided and smashed through the large sliding door. Glass shattered, sending shards flying in every direction. Before either man hit the ground, both were covered in fur. They hit with a thud, glass tinkling dangerously around them. Both werewolves clawed, just missing injuring blows before breaking apart to circle each other, looking for an opening to go for the kill.

Vanessa jumped through the broken doorway and raced after them into the snow, her heart in her throat. She’d known this day might eventually come, but she hadn’t expected it so soon. Nor had she expected it to turn violent. She put herself between the two wolves, trying to keep them from hurting each other. “Please,” she begged, her breath fogging the air around her face.

Vanessa faced Brenn, her dark hair slapping against her face from the harsh wind. “Stop it!” she screamed, fearing they’d kill each other. “I won’t let you do this!”

Ignoring her, both wolves raced forward, their intentions murderous.

Vanessa sucked in a deep breath. Feeling braver than she ever had before, she stepped in between the two beasts, prepared to take the brunt of their anger.

* * * *

Vanessa awoke in Dihn’s arms, as pain raced immediately through her entire body. “Brenn,” she mumbled. “Dihn…”

Her last memory was both werewolves slamming into her, unable to stop their brutal attacks. Brenn had hit her low, Dihn high. It must’ve looked like a horrible football collision that left her out cold. At least they’d managed to detour the strike of their deadly claws in time.