Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) by Catherine Vale Read Free Book Online

curtain obscuring my view. Jericho reached up, pushing the wet mass aside. I
turned, looking at Colt for…help? Another rescue? Reassurance? He only smiled
at me.
    “Jericho’s okay. Really. A little
aggressive maybe. But I’d trust him with my life.”
    A recommendation from a slightly-less-than-stranger,
for a brand new stranger .
I wasn’t sure how I should take that. I turned back to Jericho.
    “I’m okay.”
    “You said that. But that’s okay. Okay is
good.” He shifted beneath me, and damned if there wasn’t something hard poking
against me.
    My heart rate was up again into the
triple digits. Without moving from this pool, I’d gotten enough cardio to make
Jack very happy.
    I stared into Jericho’s eyes. His eyes
were blue; not the bright clear blue of Colt's, but a gray-blue that matched
the color of water swirling around my hips...my naked hips. And my naked
torso.
    I should have been pushing away, slipping
back under the water, struggling into my shirt and shorts. Anything but sitting
naked on a stranger’s lap. Again . But the longer I looked into those
eyes, the less anxious I felt. There was something calming, something almost
mesmerizing about his gaze. Somehow sitting on a stranger’s lap seemed
perfectly accepted, even naked.
    But then again, this wasn’t my first time
today.
    Colt. The guy I'd just had sex with was
less than four feet away, watching all of this. I jerked my head around. I
expected the worst, expected to see Colt, red-faced and angry, fists balled,
ready to fight. Or if not that, at least find him looking annoyed.
    But Colt was anything but angry or
annoyed. He slouched in the water, arms spread across the rocks behind him. And
he was smiling, that same sexy wolfish grin I'd seen before. I turned back to Jericho.
    “You...I shouldn't...we shouldn't...be
like this. This is all wrong.”
    “It's okay. Colt and I are pretty good
with sharing. If you're interested.” His grin was as wolfish as Colt's. Then it
hit me.
    “You were watching? You watched me...with
him...us?”
    He shrugged, one eyebrow raised. “No,” He
was still holding my arm with one hand; the other moved down to my hip, then
sliding lower, fingers playing over my ass. The movement was slow, deliberate,
and I drew in a breath. “But I can smell his scent all over your beautiful
body.”
     The feelings inside my belly, the
arousal Colt had awakened earlier, all sprang back to life. Something else
he said...
    “Sharing...you mean...you share...you'd
share me?” That was the last thing I expected to hear. But then again, these
guys were strangers. I knew nothing about them, except that they were different
in looks as day and night, but were both sexy beyond all expectations. They had
the same distinct accent.
    “Colt and I have been friends a very,
very long time…almost like brothers.”
    I stared at Jericho, lost myself for a
minute in those gray-blue eyes, confused by his words. I felt like I'd had way
more than just a half a Thermos cup of wine. Some things just weren't adding
up.
    “Almost like brothers?”
    “We're not related...best friends though.
And we have the same tastes…in many things.”
    There was movement behind me, water
sloshing up against my back. Hands settled on my hips, lips brushed against my
ear. Colt. Something vaguely familiar, in a very strange and surreal
place.
    “You however, would be hard to share. A
man could get very greedy with a beauty like you.”
    Jericho let go of my arm now that I was
basically pinned between him and Colt—not that I was going anywhere
anyway—his hand sliding up my torso. He glanced up at me, his look
holding a question, but it was pretty clear he already knew the answer. But I
nodded anyway.
    Colt's hands moved to my waist, caressing
whatever bare skin Jericho wasn't touching. Maybe Colt felt he had a
proprietary claim on my breasts, and it was fine with me if he wanted to have a
return engagement with them. I was already missing my