Page 24 of Finding Her Panthers

“I’m great. But I may need to sit down. Maybe take a little nap.” I give him a grin.

“I have to make a few calls. Take care of some things. You can relax while I do.” He decides, guiding me over to the comfy-looking couch on the side of the room. He encourages me to stretch out, pulling a soft blanket around me, tucking me in sweetly. He gives me a gentle kiss.

“I’ll just be at my desk. Sleep. You're always safe with me,” he says, moving over to his chair. “Harmony?”

“Yeah?” I’m already feeling my heavy eyes close.

“Thank you, babe,” he tells me quietly.

I smile softly. “Welcome, hon.” The responding purr is quiet. Then I hear no more.

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I wake snuggly warm, hearing deep voices quietly talking across the room. The office isn’t huge, so my mates are making an effort not to disturb me. The warm feeling inside has nothing to do with the heat. I try not to make any noise and slit open my eyes to take in the scene in front of me.

Blue is still sitting behind his desk, the usual tense look he wears on his face gone, replaced by a calmness I assume not many people see. His suit jacket is gone, draped over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. There has always been something so attractive about forearms on a man. Strong, tattooed forearms. It gives a woman the urge to grip them as he takes you. Surprisingly, he isn’t as covered as my other mates. He’s probably too busy kicking ass to sit down for a tattoo. The process of getting one is longer and more painful than a human. We heal so much faster, and we have to go to a particular artist of our kind, who puts special ink to our skin. I always wanted one but never had the money or connections. Thoughts of what happened against the door bring visions of his powerful body against mine. Well, I wanted him to step up, show me a sign of his feelings. He certainly did in a wonderful way.

Jax is across the desk, casually leaning back in his chair, his hands lightly gripping the armrests. His face is calm, a slight grin on his lips. His hair is messy on top, and the sides are shaved close to his scalp. My palms itch from the memory of how it felt in my hands, so soft and just long enough to hold on tight. I’m ready for another opportunity. His pose is deceptive, though, and I know he is holding all that power under control, ready to spring into action at any threat. Whenever I am in his presence, my body compels me to submit every way a woman can. He is my ultimate dream, Alpha. When the time comes, submitting won’t be hard. Hopefully, eventually, I can do my part to ease the pressure of always being ready for anything.

James. Opposite Jax, not just where he is sitting but in so many other ways. His hands are laced together behind his head, and his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. A huge smile is on his face, his brown hair was hanging over one of his eyes, but he’s not concerned with the errant piece. His magnetic eyes are green but with a slight almost gold around the edges, shining with humor. He finds the fun in life wherever he can, offsetting his brothers, bringing uniqueness. He portrays himself in a certain way, and if you don’t look more than surface deep, you think the easy-going spirit is the only way he is. I am starting to see the other colors that make him up.

I wouldn’t be able to choose between them. They each have elements that are magical. I appreciate that I can have them all. One on one. Or all at once. I wonder if they have shared the details of each of our little times together.

Shit. Now the heat is burning brighter.

“Baby girl. We know you’re awake. Have a good nap?” Jax purrs out, no doubt sensing all that is going on in my head.

“Very good,” I reply, pushing the blanket off to sit up. “Are you contemplating taking over the world?”

“We already have. Our world,” James says with a chuckle, not moving from his relaxed pose.

I shake my head at his silliness. “How long did I sleep?”

“About two hours,” Jax answers with a soft look.

“That long? Why didn’t you wake me?” I ask, standing stretching slightly.

“You needed the break. It was an exciting morning.” Blue’s look heated, his eyes traveling over me.

“Yes, well.” I clear my throat. Crap. Why am I so nervous around them? “What’s on the agenda now?”

“We thought you would like to go to your apartment. Get some clothes. Even though we have no problem with you wearing ours. I’m sure you would be more comfortable with yours.” Jax saunters up to me, runs his knuckles down my cheek, then rests his hand around my throat, feeling the unsteady beat of my heart. “Missed you, mate,” he whispers, leaning down to give me a hard but brief kiss.

“My turn.” James jumps up excitedly. “It’s been forever since I’ve been close to you,” he complains, taking the place Jax gave up with rolling eyes.

James wiggles his eyebrows, then gives me one of his famous hugs. Releasing me slightly, he takes my lips playfully, tugging on my bottom lip and sucking away the sting.

“Mine now,” Blue rumbles, surprising me.

Blue’s kiss is not playful in the slightest. Bringing me tightly to his body, he dives in deeply. I moan into his mouth, and he plays with my tongue, swirling around deliciously. By the time he pulls away, I’m ready for a repeat of earlier. Desperately ready.

“Shit. That was hot!” James exclaims.

My hands flutter over my shirt nervously, straightening absently. These men have ruined me for anyone else. They have turned me into a heated mess. Constantly thinking of nothing but their hands and cocks. All the ways they could bring me pleasure. All the things I could do to them. I have never been a fan of blow jobs, like at all, but with them, I want to drop to my knees and worship them. Picturing their faces if I did that now, I imagine how each of them would react. My knees bend slightly.

“Baby girl,” Jax growls. “Are you ready to go?” I focus on him, holding the door open, waiting for me. His words carry a double meaning, giving me a choice. He’s ready to slam it shut if I give him a sign.

I pause, staring into his eyes, shake out of it and walk past him. Sucking in a sharp breath when he places his hand low on my hip to walk beside me.

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