Page 52 of Seduced By the Werewolves

Quinn rubs the back of his head. “Well, that’s Eli for ya. Try not to worry, though. It’s not you—it’s him.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “Thank you for the moment of your time.”

I want to enjoy the post-sex buzz, but as we step back out into the afternoon sun, all I can think is that I wish Eli would have stayed. I wanted to get to know him even better. I wanted to make him feel comfortable with me, and maybe even be his friend, if he’ll have me.

There’s so much to learn about him, but I think I fucked it all up.

Chapter Nineteen

Leon and Jace exchange a look when Quinn and I return, and if the big sniff Jace takes of me is any indication, we both must still reek of sex.

“Eli took off,” Quinn says when we pick up our clubs.

“Thought he might.” Jace takes his shot, then sips some water he brought along. He passes it to me and nudges my arm with his elbow. “It’s nothing personal, Tiff. He’s just a tough nut to crack.”

I guess I can be content with that answer if it’s coming from Eli’s own brother, but I still feel like I missed a golden opportunity to get inside his shell. We scared him away, and that tugs on my heart more than I expected.

As much as Leon tries to help me with my putting form, I’m still seven points over par when we reach the last hole. Quinn and Jace have been ribbing each other, but I notice they don’t give Leon a hard time. He’s certainly the one in charge.

Quinn isn’t too far behind me with six points over par, and he snaps his fingers. “Next time, we’ll kick their asses,” he promises.

“Should we go to the bumper car place?” asks Jace. “To drive around and hit each other?”

Quinn is practically vibrating. “Oh my god, please, Tiff? Those cars can go surprisingly fast.”

“Sure.” Maybe I didn’t manage to save the princess at the end of the golf course, but I’ll have my own happy ending—I hope. “But don’t go crying to your mom when I win.”

Leon hoots. “Confidence!” His hand trails over my hip and the curve of my ass. “Hot.”

I can’t help but notice when the dad playing the course with his two kids behind us gives me an odd look. I’ve been so caught up in having fun with the guys that I didn’t think how we must appear, with each of them finding excuses to touch me and competing for who can sneak in a kiss.

Maybe I should play it cool. I hadn’t really considered what people might think of us out in public, and my stomach feels a little sour as we head for the bumper cars.

Jace makes sure my helmet is on tight before we hop into our vehicles. Quinn takes off first, but I’m close behind him, and I slam into him from behind. Little does he know I have experience racing to and from the coffee shop every morning. Quinn glances over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“So aggressive!” He grins wickedly and veers toward me as I try to sneak by, which tosses me into the wall. My car bounces off again, though, and then I’m zooming away. Jace tries to catch up, but I block him from passing.

I finish the course in first place after ruthlessly bumping and slamming into the others. When we park at the end and take off our helmets, Jace is gazing at me in awe.

“You’re a terrifying driver,” he says, stooping down to push some of my curls away from my face and peck me on the cheek. “My life flashed before my eyes.”

When we head out, Leon takes my left hand in his, and Quinn scoops up my right. I feel warm all over, as if for once, I fit right where I belong.

By the time we get to the restaurant for dinner—an event which I hadn’t realized was in the plan, but the guys insisted they “take me out somewhere nice, since it’s a date and all”—my stomach is demanding to be fed.

“I didn’t realize mini-golf used so much energy,” I say as Leon pulls out my chair at the table for me, and I’m surprised at the place they picked. It’s upscale, with things like clams on the menu. I feel a little out of place.

“It’s all that focus!” Jace says. “You have to keep your eye on the prize.”

We order a few different dishes to share, and it feels good and right to watch Jace and Quinn bicker over who gets the one piece of garlic bread that came with our mussels. They end up playing rock-paper-scissors to pick the winner. As we sit and talk, Leon’s arm curls around my back, his fingers slipping under my hair at the base of my neck, and it electrifies my skin. On the other side of me, Jace runs his hand down my thigh, his grin as playful as it is enticing.

“Maybe tonight,” he says into my ear, “I can take you in my wolf form, too.”

It’s like hot water pouring down between my legs, and my thighs clench together. I have to admit I’ve been wondering how tonight will go, and I think Jace just cleared up one question for me. He breathes in deep, and then chuckles.

“What are you saying to her?” Quinn arches his eyebrow, leaning toward us from across the table. “I just got a good whiff of Tiff, and it was delectable.”

My face instantly heats, and Leon lets out a big laugh.

“Do you want us?” he asks, lowering his voice as he leans closer to me. “Think you can take Jace’s big werewolf cock tonight, love?”

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