Free Hunting the Jackal by Seressia Glass Page A

with his. “I like the sound of that.”
    “You know what would make this perfect?”
    “Chocolate?” Amarie guessed.
    “What about honey?” Kurik asked. “I love honey.”
    “Another orgasm?” Amarie suggested.
    “Chocolate—and honey-covered orgasms?”
    Rashon erupted with laughter. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to need a couple of hours to recover from that. As wonderful as it sounds, that’s not where I was going. I’m not talking about dessert either.”
    Amarie placed a kiss just above his left nipple. “Okay, I give up. What could be better than chocolate—and honey-covered orgasms?”
    Grabbing Kurik’s hand, Rashon then reached for hers, entwining their fingers together and bringing them to his lips. “I was thinking about this. About us. I love you. I love Kurik. I want us to make an official commitment to each other in front of the clan. I want us to proudly wear our marks as a bonded triad. And I want us to start a family.”
    Icy dread sliced through Amarie’s veins, freezing her sensual lethargy. For a moment, she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Sensitive to her mood shifts as usual, Kurik tensed a hand on her thigh. “A family?” she repeated, her voice high.
    “Of course. You’re going to sleep in here with us from now on anyway. We can convert your room to a nursery. Tia told me how great you were with the kids at the ladies’ lunch. But I figured you’d be a great mother anyway.”
    She tried for a light laugh, hoping neither one of them could sense the pain and panic that pounded in her chest. “You know I love you, but I’m still getting used to all the sexing going on,” she chided, keeping her voice light. “And now you’re talking bonding and trying to turn my bedroom into a nursery?”
    Rashon’s laugh ruffled her hair. “I’m rushing things, aren’t I?” he asked. “It’s just that I feel so right about the three of us. I don’t want to waste a minute.”
    She knew what he meant, knew how complete she felt being with the two of them. Even though she loved them, loved both of them, she hadn’t wanted to face thoughts about forever. She hadn’t wanted to face them wanting a family.
    “A family sounds wonderful,” she managed to say. “I think you would make wonderful fathers.”
    She could almost feel Rashon’s delighted grin. “You think so?”
    “I know so. It sounds like a wonderful dream.” For someone else.
    “It doesn’t have to be a dream.” He pulled her hair away from her face, trying to read her expression in the dim bedroom light. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine,” she assured him, lying through her smile. “You just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting talk about kids.”
    Kurik rose above them. “I have a suggestion. Why don’t we take things one step at a time? We’re only three days into this. We have plenty of time. We can talk about children and nurseries later.”
    “True.” Rashon squeezed their hands. “No pressure, I swear. I just want to be sure we’re in this for the long haul.”
    “There’s something I need to tell you guys,” she blurted out.
    “Uh-oh.” Rashon’s smile faltered. “That sounds serious.”
    “It is.” She sat up, pushing away her bangs and her afterglow. “Maybe we can meet in the kitchen?”
    Kurik stood. “Is this a coffee or whiskey kind of conversation?”
    “Definitely whiskey.” She slid to the end of the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
    Rashon wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her before she could get up. “This is your room, too.”
    She couldn’t meet his gaze. “It’ll be faster if I use my shower.”
    Concern filled his eyes. “You know you can tell us anything. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.”
    “I hope so.” Despite his words, dread cramped her insides. In the time she’d known them, she hadn’t ever seen either of them truly angry that she could tell, but she couldn’t predict their reaction. Still, she