Silas held a container up. “I brought pulled pork with my special barbecue sauce. Enough for one meal, but since you have chili, you might not want to spoil your dinner.”
She shook her head. “I don’t believe I’ve ever in my life spoiled my dinner. I look forward to tasting your special barbecue sauce.”
It wasn’t until she stepped back into her cabin that she realized the placereekedof all her orgasms.
There was nothing to be done for it though. The wolves were going to smell it. No way around it.
She braced for a comment, a reaction, but no one mentioned it.
Silas walked with her to the little kitchen area, and her mouth watered at the scent of the pulled pork in the bowl he held inches from her face when Kenny said, “Safeword Arabesque? Well, I guess that explains a few things.”
She turned to see him holding her e-reader, but she wasnotgoing to be ashamed. Not after James. Not after…no. Just no.
“I’m a healthy American woman with needs, and that’s my favorite kink book.”
The large guy stepped behind Kenny and read over his shoulder. “Nice, two men flogging her at the same time, breasts and upper back. The old monkey bars as a bondage device is a nice touch. I’m not a big reader, but damn, maybe I need to change that.”
“Ya’ll put the nice hawk’s book back down and mind your own business,” Silas told them, and he forked some of the meat up and offered it to her. She looked at the fork, looked at the man, and then took the fork from him and fed herself.
And then gave a long, low moan that sounded like sex.Fuck. “Oh, wow, that’s good.” She took another bite and tried to ignorethe scent of arousal all through her cabin. Not just hers now, but the three wolves too, and strong enough for a hawk to scent it.
Arousal. Not disgust. Their faces told her pattern-recognizing-vision the same thing.
But still, she felt she needed to explain.
“Look, I broke up with my boyfriend, and I’m here as kind of a healing thing. Getting away, being with my own energy, with my phone off so my mother and sister can’t bitch at me for breaking up with someone they thought was perfect for me.”
“Another hawk?” Kenny asked.
She shook her head. “Human, but I really liked him. He’s a good guy, he’s just…” she sighed. It wasn’t like they didn’t already know she’s kinky. They’d smelled it, seen it. Fucking read it.
“He’s vanilla, but he’s bossy, so I thought I could bring him over to the kinky side, but…” She shrugged. “He was disgusted by the things I wanted, so it was never going to work.”
“You have to be somewhere by a certain date?” Kenny asked. “We can help you down the mountain, or carry clothes down for you if you’d rather fly. I assume we can get a ride to a rental car place, to get home, but our vehicles are going to be up here a while.”
She shook her head. “Since we can’t just drive away, I figure if I’m stuck here a week or two, they can’t charge me more than the days I paid for.”
Kenny chuckled. “We’ll need to get back for a meeting on Wednesday at the latest, though Tuesday might be better. I kind of like the idea of being stranded from civilization too, though. Tell you what, we’ll give you the evening to your book and your chili.”
He put a small flashlight on her table. “Up to you whether we take your cooler tonight and put your things in our fridge, or whether you want to bring it tomorrow. We’ll get started fixingbreakfast at…” He looked at the other two, then back to her. “Does eight work for you?”
“I’m an early riser, so that’s fine, but earlier’s good if that’s your preference.”
He nodded. “Seven, then. We have eggs, bacon, sausage. Not sure if we’ll manage biscuits.”
“I can do biscuits over a fire,” Silas said. “We’ll have the pulled pork to go with the eggs, and I have blackberry preserves to put on pancakes.”
“I was planning on eggs, bacon, and fried potatoes,” Willow said. “I’ll bring a cast-iron pan and the potatoes, if you’ll have room for me on your fire, and I can add to the eggs and bacon stash.”
Chapter 3
“I have a proposal,” Kenny said an hour later while the three men sat around the table, drinking beer and playing poker with dollar bills they’d brought for that purpose. Beer bottles littered the table, along with empty bowls that’d once held chips.
The air still smelled faintly of rain and wet leaves, but the storm had passed and the cabin was quiet. Wolves are warm-blooded, so they hadn’t bothered with a fire in the hearth.
“We’re here to bond, so we offer a kinky play session with the hawk. With Willow. She was reading a book about three men and one woman, right? Maybe she wants to try it in real life. We ask about hard limits, give assurances we’ll honor her safeword. Find out what she likes, all the negotiation details. No strings. She’s here to toss off an old relationship, we’re here to build a better connection so we feel more like a team. Win-win for all of us.”
“If she’s game, I am,” Boone said.
