Page 20 of Seduced By Two Alphas

I refused to get all teary-eyed over a treat. A very pink and lopsided cupcake, where the frosting was already sliding down my fingers.

Ken grabbed my wrist and ever so slowly brought the cupcake to his mouth. I watched with bated breath, my throat going bone-dry, as his soft lips parted and he took the daintiest of bites. My cock thickened when he used his tongue to lick away the frosting, but some got into his short beard. I knew exactly how those lips tasted. How they felt wrapped around my dick.

Next thing I knew, Jack was right there, taking a small bite, too. How had eating a cupcake turned erotic? Jack licked his lips, and god, I wanted to lick them for him. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as I watched his throat muscles work. I stared at how he chewed and how he licked his lips again, as if he knew the effect it was having on me.

I took a tentative bite and was surprised at how moist it was. Then Ken swooped in, tracing his tongue across my mouth, moaning so seductively that I nearly crushed the poor cupcake in my hand.

“You had frosting on your lips.” There was a twinkle in his eyes. “Jack, did I get it all?” Ken said without looking away from me.

“Let me check.” Jack cupped his hand over my throat and backed me to the wall, pressing me against it as he kissed me so thoroughly I became lightheaded. When he pulled away, I not only whimpered but Jack grinned. “I think he’s frosting-free.”

Could someone pass out from a kiss? I took another bite, hoping they cleaned my lips again, but Jack had walked back to the chrome counter. Though Ken was eyeing my mouth, he didn’t come back in for another kiss.

That was too bad. With the way I was feeling, they could have jerked me into my office and I would have dropped my pants for them.

“We also have something else.” Jack slipped something flat from under a tray and flipped it over. It was a “Now Hiring” sign. “For those two servers you want.”

I was still trying to focus, to get my mind off the two hunks, off of the fact that I wanted to see them both naked, wanted to feel their weight pressed against me, holding me down, making me beg for their cocks.

“Well?” Jack asked, unaware of where my thoughts had gone.

“That way we can go to the movies more often.” Ken wiggled his brows.

My brain hadn't rebooted yet. I was still stuck on them molesting my lips. My heart was beating a bit faster, and damn, my pants felt super tight now.

“So Casey isn’t overworked, moron,” Jack said.

“Hiring two new people has a lot of perks,” Ken argued. “Like sleeping in some mornings.”

That wasn’t what I’d expected Ken to say, though it would be nice not to have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn some mornings. “Or maybe we could scale back a bit,” I suggested. “I’ve been thinking of closing on Mondays for a while now.”

Work. If I focused on talking about work, I could stop thinking about them fucking me until I could no longer walk.

“In lieu of new servers?” Jack asked.

Brandon came into the kitchen with a ticket in his hand. His presence was what I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. “We’re starting to back up, guys.”

I shoved at Ken. “Get your butt out there. And no, Jack, I still want the two new servers, but having Mondays off would be nice.”

I couldn’t recall ever taking a day off since opening the café. I wasn’t even sure what I would do with an entire day to myself.

“We’re getting help?” Brandon looked relieved. “The gods have answered my prayers! No offense, Casey, but working seven days a week is killing me.” He pursed his lips. “Though I’m enjoying the pay. I can finally get repairs done on my car.”

“Both of you, out.” I waved Ken and Brandon away, still clutching my lopsided cupcake with tiny sprinkles. “Tonight, after we close, hang the sign, Jack.”

He saluted me before grabbing the ticket from Brandon and starting the order. After I placed my half-eaten cupcake on my desk, I rushed out to help them, throwing myself into my work so I didn’t have to think about later tonight when I would be alone with the brothers and what might happen between us.

What I hoped would happen between us.

Chapter Seven

Casey

Was my hair okay? My breath? I stood in front of the mirror in the men’s room feeling as if I’d just swallowed a cactus. My throat was dry, kind of scratchy, and I was sweating like nobody’s business. My skin also felt a bit prickly. I wasn’t sure why. Right now everyone was cleaning up so we could lock up and leave.

This was it. Things were happening naturally, yet I was jumpy as hell. For all I knew, nothing would happen tonight. But what if it did? I had feelings for both men, and as much as I’d pushed Dillon toward his men, I wasn’t sure I was ready to take on two fully grown bear shifters.

They won’t be bears if and when you sleep with them. They’d stayed human while we’d slept in my bed. Actually slept. No sex involved. I doubted they would turn into their six-hundred-pound selves while we were getting it on.

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