The sight of those pearly white teeth sinking into her lush bottom lip made him give in to a silent groan. Great Titania, if he didn’t bed her soon—
“What kind of compromise?”
“Forty-eight hours. If Braeden and I haven’t convinced you of our sincerity by the end of that time, we’ll willingly turn ourselves in without a fuss.”
She scowled. “Forty-eight hours! I’m scheduled to drop you off at detainment no later than tomorrow night.”
Braeden left his station next to the fountain to join them. “So you’ll be a little late. They’ll understand.”
“Please. Have you met my bosses?”
Rand trailed his palm along her arm, letting his thumb graze the outer swell of her breast through the jacket. “We’ll make it worth your while.”
Her lips parted, her breath growing wispy. She gave a disdainful snort that was clearly a ruse to cover her discomposure. “There’s something else that’s just not jiving.” She waved toward Braeden. “If he’s sucking your cock, what the hell do you need me for?”
Both he and Braeden sputtered in laughter. She gave them the stink eye. “What? It’s a valid question.”
Rand scrubbed a hand across his mouth. “Of course. We just weren’t expecting you to ask it.”
She stacked her arms in front of her. “Trust me. Cockasaurus over there talks about giving you the deep-throat special, and I’m left with a few questions regarding my role in things.”
His lips twitched. On the other side of Vanessa, he spied Braeden frowning down at his dick. “The fact Braeden and I are mated lovers doesn’t in any way diminish your importance to our union.” Sweet goddess, that was the understatement of the year.
“ Union ? You mean the three of us…together…” Vanessa’s face went an entirely new shade of pink.
“That is usually how it’s done.”
“Not in my world, buster. Around here, we’re lucky if two work it out.”
He didn’t fail to notice the faint edge of bitterness souring her tone. Was she thinking of a former lover? Or worse, a present one? Before he could press her about it, she jerked away from him. “Sorry, but this compromise isn’t going to work.”
“Why?” The devil inside him couldn’t resist baiting her. “Afraid you might enjoy it?”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not willing to risk losing my job—not to mention the wrath of my bosses—for some pooka sandwich action.”
Stubborn girl would be the death of him. Caging his impatience, he returned to leaning against the column. It was the only way he could guarantee that he wouldn’t resort to throwing himself at Vanessa’s feet and begging her to throw him a bone. Or specifically, begging her to lick his bone. “Very well. But I’m afraid you’ll still have to wait.”
“Why?”
“We have company outside.”
She swiveled toward the glass doors. “What the…?” Her loud gulp echoed off the walls. “Where the hell did those bears come from? And why are they wearing bibs and holding forks?”
“They’re hungry, apparently.”
“You son of a bitch.” Her boots clacking on the marble floor, she stormed at him. She jabbed a shaking finger in the center of his chest. “Get rid of them. Now .”
“Have you ever tried to chase off starving grizzlies? Not an easy task, believe me.”
“ Arghhhh .” Her frustrated scream reaching an octave only small rodents could hear, she spun and stalked in the direction of the fountain. She halted, did an about-face, and strode to him, her expression fierce. “Forty-eight hours. That’s it. The second your time is up, I’m hauling your asses in.”
He met the challenge in her eyes and forced a smile. Forty-eight hours from now, her heart would belong to them.
Even if it killed him.
Chapter Three
Exactly when did this night go way left of normal? That was the question Vanessa kept mulling over as she paced in front of the fountain. The fact she even had to wonder was insane, considering that nothing
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