Betting on Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 2) by Roxie Noir Read Free Book Online

first two men you meet?
    “Good,” said Houston.
    They were close in the half-circle booth, their legs nearly touching, and Kirsten could smell Houston’s scent rising off of him: outdoorsy with just a hint of cologne, and it made her lick her lips. Then she realized that he was looking down at her, a smile in his eyes.
    She looked away, blushing, watching Jack at the bar instead. He stood there, waiting patiently for the bartender, and a tall blond in tight leather pants and a corset walked up to him.
    Kirsten’s stomach flipped upside down, and she watched the girl accidentally-on-purpose jostle his elbow.
    I’ll fight her , thought Kirsten, surprising herself.  
    Whoa, where’d that come from?
    Jack nodded at the girl’s apology politely, then moved about six inches away from her, looking back toward the bartender, finally placing his drink order. The girl kept talking to him as the bartender worked, and Jack nodded politely, keeping his distance, until he finally came back to the table, carrying three pale yellow drinks with cherries in them. The blond just watched him go.
    “You guys get hit on a lot,” Kirsten said, taking one. “What is it?”
    “Moscow Mule,” said Jack, shrugging.
    “Vegas has a lot of adventurous women,” Houston said, taking a sip of his.
    “Adventurous how?”
    Jack grinned at her, finally sliding into the booth.
    “Looking to put themselves in the middle of a shifter sandwich,” he said, raising his eyebrows wickedly.
    Kirsten laughed.
    Wait, she thought. I’m in a shifter sandwich . I think .
    “Like this,” she said, leaning back in the booth. Her brain felt fuzzy at best and topsy-turvy at worst, but she was between two hot men, so she was having a pretty good time.
    “Yup,” said Jack. “You won the lottery tonight.”
    So they really are shifters , she thought. She’d been pretty sure, but not a hundred percent, and knowing it for sure suddenly made her nervous.
    Logically, she knew all the stuff she heard about shifters was at least uninformed if not outright racist, but they still had a certain reputation, mostly of being woman-seducing scoundrels.
    Stop it , she reminded herself. Houston and Jack are being perfect gentlemen .  
    Even if I almost wish that they weren’t. Almost .  
    I don’t think I’m brave enough for a one night stand with anyone, let alone two people.
    A guy finished his karaoke song, and the room applauded.
    “Up next is Diane,” said the announcer. “And on deck, Kirsten, Houston, and Jack.”
    “That’s us!” Kirsten squealed. She grabbed both of their arms at once in her excitement. “Get ready.”
    Houston looked at her very seriously, then leaned back in the booth next to her.
    “I have a confession,” he said. “I don’t know a single word of this song.”
    “You said you were good with singing it!” protested Kirsten.
    “I am,” said Houston. “But I don’t think I’ve heard it in about ten years, so be prepared for that.”
    Kirsten pointed at him with her left hand, her right hanging onto her drink.
    “You misled me,” she said.
    Houston just laughed, and she started laughing, too.
    “Fine,” she said, and turned to Jack. “What about you?”
    He just grinned and took a long sip.
    “Karaoke’s more about enthusiasm than technical skill, isn’t it?” he asked.
    Kirsten narrowed her eyes playfully.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Then we’re gonna kill tonight,” he said.
    The bar had filled up since they’d gotten there, and for the first time, Kirsten realized that actually, quite a lot of people were about to watch her get on stage in a sparkly dress and sing a Meatloaf song with two wolf shifters.
    Instead of wondering if it was a good idea, she took another sip of the Moscow Mule for liquid courage as Diane sang her lungs out to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun .
    “We should’ve sung that,” she teased, and Jack rolled his eyes.
    “That would’ve gone great,” he said. “The two of us and you, up there,