Page 54 of Vicious Intentions

“I see you waste no time.”

The deep male voice was easily recognizable. Now I had a name to add to the chiseled face.

Cain Cross.

As I glanced up towards the sound, his gaze held mine, and I was certain I heard rumbles of thunder in the distance announcing his presence.

Hunter rose to his feet, easing me to my chair, then folding his arms as a grin popped across his face. “You made it, buddy.”

I sat back down, immediately reaching for my champagne glass. I couldn’t get the phrase ‘little pet’ out of my mind, and it was the strangest thing, along with writing the story I had the night before.

Cain wasn’t alone, the man standing beside him utter perfection in tight black jeans and a casual white shirt, the sleeves rolled up exposing bronzed skin and colorful tattoos. The material was so thin, the light breeze continuously exposed his carved abdomen. Broad shoulders accompanied a long, muscular torso, thighs that I could barely surround three quarters with both hands.

He threw his hand out, Hunter eagerly shaking it. When Hunter pulled him in for a bear hug, that was a clear indication the three men were close.

“You know I wouldn’t miss our little get togethers for the world,” the stranger teased, then tossed me a quick look. “I heard about your near… accident. I think the three of us should talk and compare notes.”

The way he chose his words so carefully indicated he was doing his best to hide something from me. Why did it sound ominous?

Hunter nodded, shifting his gaze back and forth between the two men. “I don’t think the challenge I faced was by accident or coincidence.”

“Agreed,” Cain said under his breath, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in my life, the man so dominating my chest tightened.

“Any indication our friend is moving?” Hunter asked as he absently ran his fingers through several strands of hair.

“Not that I’ve been able to detect. However, I do have some information both of you need to hear.” The stranger’s voice deepened, the man just as careful with his words as Hunter had been.

Cain was furious, but not with what his friend had said. “We should have handled the situation before.”

“Maybe so. Time to let it go, gentlemen. Remember, I’m enjoying a lovely Sunday morning.” Hunter turned his head, grinning at me.

“Ah, yes. The beautiful woman. I must admit I’m envious,” the stranger murmured, his tone sending a series of sparking bolts into every muscle in my body.

When the stranger removed his dark shades and directed his attention to me, an involuntary gasp left my throat, which amused the new god-like creature and annoyed the hell out of Cain. His eyes were green like the warmest waters of the Aegean Sea. It wasn’t possible that three perfect creations were standing inches apart.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with pheromones, longing to lick every inch of what appeared to be eight pack abs.

Jesus. A little sexual banter, a heated exchange, an even hotter kiss, and I was in the throes of committing every dark sin.

I lifted my head, locking my gaze with Cain’s. The look of possession I’d seen before had almost been crowded out by the reflection of jealousy in his cold, dark gray eyes. The look was so… obsessively enraged that I had difficulty pulling away.

Until the stranger spoke.

“Rose Sadler from Halo. How in the hell did you get so lucky to have her grace your dilapidated hotel? She’s far too fabulous to accept your paltry rates.” He grinned and that shattered the insane spell, all three men laughing. It was obvious they were friends, and I’d noticed they were wearing identical rings. Besides, I doubted a man like Cain would allow anyone to disrespect him that way.

“I assure you that she came with a price,” Cain said through gritted teeth.

Why did I suddenly have the feeling the price was my complete surrender to three, gorgeous rogues?

And why didn’t that bother me in the least?

“Rose, this is Cristiano Moreno,” Cain said, studying my reaction carefully. “And it would seem you’ve met my other good friend, Hunter.”

“We were just getting to know each other more personally,” Hunter mused, then gripped my shoulder. What was it with men who thought they needed to advise every other male within seeing or hearing range that the woman he wanted to fuck was off limits? Should I be annoyed or flattered?

For a few seconds, my thoughts drifted to the story I’d mysteriously written in the middle of the night, and for once, I wondered if I might be able to pry myself out of my conservative shell. What was the worst that could happen by having a wicked, filthy tryst with three god-like creatures?

Then I remembered something my mother had told me more than once.

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