Free Double or Nothing by N.J. Walters Page B

their faces, exposing their granite-like jawlines. Neither of them was smiling.
    A shiver went down Cherry’s spine. There was an intensity surrounding them that was almost frightening. These were two dangerous men, but not to her. Never to her.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    It was Wes who stirred, slowly removing his hat to reveal intense blue eyes. He set his hat on the table and squared his shoulders. “We’re not letting you go.”
    Wes ignored the shocked expression on Cherry’s face as he strode toward her, the heels of his boots thumping on the kitchen floor. He stopped when he was in front of her, so close they were almost touching.
    She swallowed hard and her breathing quickened. “What do you mean, you’re not letting me go?” He listened hard, not hearing fear, but more questioning with a hint of arousal.
    He removed her hat and tossed it aside. Her hair was damp and flat against her skull, but several curls were springing to life. Her skin was so soft, so lovely. He brushed her cheek with the tip of his finger. He was so much bigger, rougher than she was. The contrast was arousing as hell and his dick swelled with an unrelenting need for this particular woman.
    “I want you to stay with me. With us.” Wes sighed and shook his head. “We want you to stay with us.”
    Confusion filled her pretty face and she frowned. “But that’s impossible. We agreed to one night.”
    He shook his head in denial. “Nothing is impossible, sugar. You just have to want it enough.”
    Remy stepped up beside them, his face set in angry lines. “And we want it enough. Do you?”
    Wes could tell they were confusing the shit out of her. They knew what they wanted. Had known for a long time. But this was all new to Cherry. They had to tone it down before she bolted like a frightened filly. They’d scared her away once before and he didn’t want the same thing to happen this time.
    Wes lightly placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed. The muscles of her neck were tight. “Stay with us. Stay the day. We can talk some more. Spend some time together.”
    Cherry nibbled on her bottom lip and Wes groaned at the sight of her lush mouth being lightly chewed by her small white teeth. Her eyes flew to his and her eyes widened.
    “Yeah, I’m aroused. I’m always aroused around you.” Wes wanted her to understand she wasn’t powerless in this relationship. If anything, she held the bulk of the power because they both wanted her so damn much.
    He took her hand and guided it down to his growing erection. Her fingers brushed him through the thick denim, but it might as well have been flesh on flesh considering the reaction he had. His dick jerked and hardened to the point of pain. Wes gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing.
    “Stay.” He kept his tone low and cajoling.
    “I have so much work to do,” she began, but he could see she was weakening. He could smell her heated skin, the light scent of soap mixed with perspiration and sunshine. It was earthy and sensual. And just below it was the slightest smell of arousal. “And I have a life back in Boston. I don’t live here anymore.”
    Wes wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince of that—him or herself. “You could have a life here with us.”
    “That’s crazy.” Her words were little more than puffs of air against his face. He leaned inward and rubbed his cheek against hers before gently kissing the corner of her mouth.
    “Not so crazy,” he whispered back. Wes inhaled deeply and carefully moved his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, using touch to gentle her as he would any high-spirited horse. Just as when dealing with the proud, large animals, Wes wanted to soothe Cherry, not do anything to upset her.
    “I live in Boston.” There was a sense of desperation in her tone that worried him. “And what would I do if I stayed, live with you both?”
    “Yes.” Remy had obviously lost patience, which surprised Wes, considering his brother