Renee didn’t seem so convinced, but Calian changed the subject.
“Matto, I’m going for a walk through the town. I thought I might wander around the warehouse again since we still have the keys. You want to come with me?”
“Sure. I’ve been thinking about the design. I wouldn’t mind another look.” Matto savored his last bite of lemon tart, pushed his plate away and stood.
He glanced at Renee and tossed Dakota a quick wink.
“Breakfast at seven,” Calian said before he followed Matto from the restaurant.
“I should head to the dorm,” Renee said.
Dakota reached for her hand. “Stay with us tonight. Get a good night of sleep.” They could also use their healing powers to aid her in a restful slumber.
Renee wrinkled her nose. “You’re not intending to sleep the entire night.”
“No.” Kansas winked at her. “What do you say?”
“I like sex. I’d be using you as a sleep aid,” she replied.
The slice of honesty charmed Dakota, but he didn’t believe a word. She was warming to him and his brothers. “Honey, we can live with that.”
When Kansas opened his mouth to speak, Dakota shot him a shut-the-hell-up look. Thankfully, the twin code worked and Kansas buttoned his lips. His twin wasn’t known for his tact, and Dakota intended to reel Renee in like a trout. Made sense for them to play to their strengths. Besides, Calian had stepped aside tonight, when Dakota sensed his wolf wanted to mark Renee with his scent.
Kansas’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. “Calian wants a word before we go. I’ll be right back.” He rose and disappeared outside.
“I mean what I say.” Renee’s chin lifted in determination.
Dakota withheld the smile trying to burst free because he sensed he’d injure her pride. “Honey, we enjoy sex too.”
“Do you have condoms? Lube?”
That stubborn smile of his pushed harder for an entrance. “Kansas is like one of those scouts—always prepared for everything. We have supplies.”
Kansas returned. “Let’s go.”
“Is something wrong?” Renee asked.
Dakota shot his twin a cool-it glower.
“It’s a problem with one of our hotels,” Kansas said.
His brother was lying. Dakota sensed it in his gut, but he didn’t comment. Something to do with Renee. The obvious conclusion. He stretched his mind and came up with one scenario that might rattle his twin. Misty calling for a report on their status.
On cue, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and turned off his phone. Mystery solved. Calian and Matto could deal with their sister. He and Kansas had more pleasurable things in their future.
8 – More Brothers. More Sex
The hotel room door closed behind them before Renee’s reservations jumped to the fore. It was weird sleeping with brothers, wasn’t it? The sex with Matto had been great, and she’d break her rules to repeat the event. She scanned the room, taking in the twin beds, the neutral cream palette of the furnishings. The television bolted onto the wall. The single brown easy chair. The desk. A door leading to what she assumed was an en suite. This room resembled every hotel room she’d ever seen. A bland personality that didn’t encourage the visitor to linger.
“Are you having second thoughts, honey?” Dakota’s hands closed on her shoulders, and he pulled her against his warm chest. “We’re having sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“What about Matto?”
“He’d prefer to be here, but we’ve discussed this. We like you. Please, don’t worry about us.”
Sex always made her sleep well. It pressed away the memories and let her relax enough to drop into slumber for most of the night. She was so tired, yet part of her brain danced and jittered in a way that told her sleep wouldn’t arrive easily if she went home.
She came to a decision. “Strip.”
