Flawless Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #2)(37)

She waved him off, “No big deal guys, I can cook—”

“NO!” the two men barked it out in unison, and Zoey took a step backwards.

Clint cleared his throat, “What we mean is, no please don’t cook. We have the whole evening planned already.”

“Oh, okay,” she hesitated, feeling giddy with excitement that they planned something for her, and a little awkward because she really didn’t like to be surprised, “Should I change?”

A quick glance down reminded her that she was wearing a pair of yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt. Her toes were bare, because she had just painted the nails a pretty pale pink color, and she wiggled them a little.

“Only if you want to. We’re not going anywhere fancy this time. We want you to be comfortable,” Dalton said.

She gave him a smile, and he crooked his finger at her. When she shook her head, he huffed, “Zoey, come here. I won’t bite…unless you ask me to.”

A shiver skittered down her spine and directly to her clit and she almost moaned out loud. She wanted to scream “Yes” and jump him right there. He was already half undressed, so it wouldn’t take much to get her hands on the hard cock that pressed against his zipper. Finding her backbone, she walked across the room slowly until she stood just a foot or so away from them.

“And what if I want you to bite, cowboy?” Her nipples were throbbing against her t-shirt and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the pressure on her pu-ssy.

Dalton groaned and grabbed her chin so she was forced to look him in the eye. “I really hope you do, but once I start I won’t be able to stop, so unless you plan on showering with me, you better just stick with a kiss.”

Zoey felt empowered to know that she had such an effect on him, and instead of a chaste kiss on his lips, she planted her hands on his bare chest and nipped his bottom lip. “I’ll skip the shower for now, but later…”

Dalton wasted no time. His fingers tangled into her long black hair, and he held her still so he could ravage her mouth. Seducing and overpowering her with a kiss. When he finally pulled away she was lying limply against his chest, and moisture had seeped through her clothing to her skin.

Clint tugged on her wrist, and Dalton released her reluctantly into his brother’s arms. “Since you’re already wet…”

Zoey moaned loudly just before Clint’s mouth descended on hers. He had to have known how she would take his statement, and she had no doubt the two of them knew what they were doing to her body.

When Clint broke the kiss Zoey’s brain was barely computing, and she remained pressed against his muscular chest, reeling from her own desire. “Damn you boys can kiss,” she muttered, and both men laughed loudly.

Dalton tugged her hair sharply as he walked past her toward the stairs to his room. “We can do more than that, pretty lady, but you have to wait until tonight for more. Come on, Clint.”

Clint gave her a smack on the ass before making sure she was steady on her feet and heading down the hall to the bathroom. She stared after him as her heart settled back into a normal rhythm. If a kiss was so explosive between them, sex was going to be nuclear. Smiling to herself, she went to change clothes for the second time that day.



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“What the hell is that for?” Dalton watched as Clint added a bottle of wine to the backpack he was supposed to have filled with food. They had a detailed plan for their date tonight with Zoey, but it didn’t include getting her drunk.

“Spin the bottle, duh?” Clint winked at him, but Dalton could feel his face pinch in a frown. It was important this date go perfectly if they wanted to convince Zoey that they were serious about her. She seemed determined to keep them at arm’s length and stay in control. Dalton was equally determined to shake her up. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have it with us in case it gets chilly up there tonight. I’ll put it back if it’s that big of a deal.”

Dalton shook his head, “No, keep it. You’re right, she might like a drink later. I just don’t want her to think we’re trying to get her liquored up, so we can then fu-ck her.”

Clint’s eyes widened, “Dude, you might not be trying to fu-ck her, but I sure as hell am. That’s why I have lube and condoms in here too.”

“I’m not saying that I don’t want to fu-ck her, God, really? I’m saying this date is supposed to be about getting to know each other, not just getting her naked.” Dalton finished packing the pile of gear into the back of his old Suburban, and frowned at Clint. “If we want her for longer than a couple of weeks, we have to give her time to adjust to the idea.”

“I know, I mean, I do want her to want to stay, but I do my best convincing when I’m naked. I can’t help it if I want to show her my best,” said Clint.

Dalton was just about to tell Clint he couldn’t go with them, when the front door creaked open, and both men turned to see a smiling Zoey headed their way. Her long hair was in a ponytail and Dalton made a mental note to relieve her of the restricting binding as soon as possible.

“Hey, guys, here is my bag. You aren’t taking me over the border are you? Because my passport isn’t up to date.” Her smile was brighter than any star he’d ever seen, and he reached for her as she drew close.

Pulling her against his chest, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “No, pretty lady, we aren’t kidnapping you.”