Page 91 of Meant for Two
“Then let’s do something to get her back in the mood. Something sexy.”
“What do you have him mind?”Jeff telepathed. He’d truly ruined the moment, but he didn’t want them to bite her without her permission.
“We give her the best strip show she’s ever seen,”Zane responded.
“Anything for Blair.”
“Okay, you two. What’s going on? I know you’re communicating with each other. What are you planning?”
Jeff grinned. “Something I hope you’ll like.” He looked around for the best place to do this. There was a fairly large space between the sofa area and the window where their pool table would go. Jeff turned one of the chairs around. “Sit, please.”
“I thought you wanted to have sex,” she said as she sat down.
“We don’thavesex. We make passionate love with you. But I realize that we killed the mood with our talk of sinking our fangs into your neck,” Jeff said.
“You kind of did. Talking about the mechanics of the act isn’t all that romantic.”
Zane laughed. “She got you there, bro.”
Jeff held up his middle finger. “We doing this or not?”
Zane stepped in front of the window. “Let’s hope we don’t have any peeping Toms,” he mumbled to Jeff.
“Shit. We don’t have any music.”
“Are you two going to start? Because I think I’m going to really like the show.”
Zane grinned and tugged off his boots. Since those would hinder what they wanted to do, Jeff took his off too and then kicked them to the side.
Blair grinned. “Should I get my dollar bills ready?”
“We’d love that,” Zane said, “but if you play your cards right there won’t be any place to put that money.”
Blair laughed and clapped. “Show me. This should be good."
For the next few minutes, Zane and Jeff gave her a show—a pretty good one in his estimate considering this was the first time he’d ever stripped for anyone.
Just as he was about to take off his jeans, Blair jumped up.
“Wait. I thought the three of us were in this together.”
Zane stepped toward her. “Oh, baby. If you want to strip along with us, I’m game.”
She smiled. “I imagine I will be naked at some point tonight, but I was hoping I could help you both finish getting naked.”
This would be dangerous. For the last few minutes, Jeff’s imagination had gone wild with need. If she touched him, it would make things worse. He’d been told that until a werewolf mated, these urges would grow unbearable. Shifting would be a horrible mistake.
“You can take off my pants, baby,” Zane said.
Blair stepped in front of him and hooked her finger into his waistband. “I want a kiss first.”
Zane wrapped his arms around her waist, dipped her into one of the iconic dance poses, and kissed her. Her groan made Jeff’s cock turn harder than steel.
“Enough!” Jeff hadn’t meant to shout, but he was about to go crazy—or rather his wolf wanted to come out. Take about a mood killer.
Jeff strode over to Blair, slipped his arms under her, and spun her around.
“Hey, man. I was kissing her,” Zane complained. From his light-hearted tone, his friend was not mad. On the contrary. Jeff might have saved him from shifting too.