Page 18 of Running with Direwolves
“Man, she just busted you out of the zoo, and keeping animals in the zoo is her main responsibility.”
“Fine profession.” Grady huffed.
“Hey, you want to go back in there?” Sienna snapped. “Could be arranged.”
Tarl squeezed her hand. “He’ll come around, it’s raw right now.”
She pouted into the darkness. “Eastern Canada. Sounds cold.”
“Real cold, honey, pack your warmest.” Grady grunted.
After a few minutes she let them into her apartment.
Grady looked around. “You got a bed in here?”
“Yes, behind that curtain.” She showed him.
“Any food?” He opened the fridge.
“Er, not really? I tend to eat on the run. But what do you want? Pizza? There’s a pizza place at the end of the block, twenty-four seven, I could go get some.”
He studied her. “You would do that for me?”
“You haven’t eaten for days despite my best efforts, it would be really great to see you eat.”
His shoulders relaxed a little and he nodded. “Pizza would be good. Thanks.”
“Cool, I’ll be back soon. Make yourselves at home.” She pointed at the bathroom. “Take a shower if you want.”
“Might just do that.”
Sienna slipped back out to the street and hurried to Pizza Perfect. She ordered three large, all-meat toppings.
After ten minutes she was paying and stacking the warm boxes on top of each other. “Thanks.”
“You’re real hungry, Doll.” The pizza guy raised his eyebrows. “Or are you having a late-night party?”
“Something like that.”
She hurried back to her apartment. The less people who saw her the better. Her face would probably be all over the news in twenty-four hours and everyone on her block would be questioned by NYPD.
With the scent of oregano, cheese, and spice wafting upward she let herself back into her home. After setting down the pizza, she paused and listened. The small living area was empty but the shower was running.
The bathroom door was slightly open, and both Tarl and Grady were in there together.
Her breath hitched as she peeked in. They were naked, their big wet bodies filling her shower cubicle. Grady wasstanding facing the wall and Tarl was soaping his back. He was doing a thorough job and as Sienna took in the whole scene, she saw he had an erection.
Her pussy fluttered as a pleasant memory of showering with him the night before blustered into her mind. He’d been damn good at pinning her against that very wall and driving them both to orgasm. Hell, yeah.
Grady turned around and stared at Tarl. He was older, she could see that now, he had none of Tarl’s youthful roundness to his jawline or shoulders, he was more rugged, sharper, darker. He was a beautiful man, that couldn’t be denied.
Without saying a word Grady took Tarl’s hand in his. He set it on his own chest and trailed it downward, over his wet skin, taut abs, and to his stiff cock. “Do it.”
Sienna had only just heard the instruction but her breath became shallow. She should step away, stop watching, she knew that. She didn’t. It was as if something magnetic was holding her there.
It was more than curiosity, more than the erotic scene, it was also part indignation. If Tarl and Grady were an item, what had last night meant between her and Tarl? He’d acted as though he were young, free, and single for goodness sake.
Tarl took Grady’s big cock in his hand.
