Her Mane Men (Paranormal Dating Agency Kindle World)(25)

“People are staring.”

Not that I could blame them. It isn’t often that you see a woman pressed between two men, slow dancing, at least not in this type of establishment.

“They are stunned by your beauty.” Parker kissed the spot just below my ear as he spoke.

“Or they are not used to seeing three people attempting to slow dance,” I offered, making no attempt to end the dance. It felt good, too good, between the men, Curtis leading gracefully across the dance floor.

“I vote jealousy,” Curtis added before rotating us around as the music’s tempo increased.

“Every woman in the place, I’d imagine.”

And with that, the music stopped and a line dance, a freaking line dance of all things, came on.

“Looks like the DJ thinks we should be done for a while.” Parker kissed my neck before giving Curtis a kiss on the lips and making his way back to the table, leaving just Curtis and I standing there, the picture of traditional coupledom.

I pressed my lips to his before taking his hand and following Parker back to our table.

“Check’s taken care of,” Parker announced, cash sticking out of the billfold the waiter must’ve left when we had been dancing.

“Thank you, love.” Hearing Curtis speak freely to Parker like that was one of the things that came out of our time the day before when they let me see their other form. Something solidified with us during that time, something I couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the transparency of us being ourselves with no expectations, or maybe it was the trust that moment entailed forging a bond? Whatever it was, worked for me, and I was ready to take the next step with them.

“Take me home?” I asked, meeker than intended. Where was the confident sex kitten I was trying to channel? Cowering in the corner, fearing rejection, that was where. Everything had fallen into place so well, almost too well, that I feared sex was going to be our breaking point. Maybe they wouldn’t want me the way I wanted them, once they saw what was hidden behind the clothing. Maybe they liked the idea of us all being together more than the actual act. Maybe we’d be bumbling fools, leaving us all without satisfaction.

“As you wish.” Parker held out his arm for me.

“Why do you sound so sad?” I asked as I snuggled in close.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

“He is.” Curtis took my free hand before leaning in close. “He’s just being a spoilt brat.”

“How so?” We made our way out of the restaurant, handing the valet our ticket, before either replied to my question.

“He thought maybe you would come back with us tonight and stay over.”

“That was actually what I meant.” Talk about botching things up.

“Hot damn.” Parker lurched forward to open the car door before it even fully stopped. “Let’s go.”





Chapter Fifteen


“You’re quiet.” Curtis gave my knee a squeeze.

He was right, I was. We all were, if you didn’t include the sound of Parker humming gently in the background. No one spoke, on my part out of trepidation. On theirs, I wasn’t sure.

“I’m a bit nervous.” I bit my lip, embarrassed by the reality of it. I cared for them both, was attracted to them both, and wanted to be closer to them both. Yet, I was terrified that once the moment came, I was going to eff it up royally and ruin what could be an amazing thing either by panicking and shutting down or just plain being a dud in the sack.

“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” Curtis squeezed my knee gently before pulling to a stop at the traffic light. “Ever.”

“I know that, silly. “It was one thing I was completely sure of. Neither of them would ever pressure me in that way. If anything, they were the ones slowing things down. As unlike me as it was, I’d have jumped in the sack with them far before the three-month rule, or was it three dates, now? “I just am worried I’ll do it wrong.”

“Impossible.” Parker interrupted his humming only long enough to give his two cents.

“You underestimate my ability to be clumsy and awkward.” I peered over my shoulder and was met with a smiling Parker. Fair to say, he wasn’t worried about things. “Besides, how will it even work?”

A honking horn had Curtis snapping back to driving mode, something in my words distracting him, which was so not what we needed tonight. A trip to the ER was about as far away from sexy as one could get.

“Well, what do you see when you have your dream?” He was so factual about it, as if he were asking the time and not what my inner kink conjured up. Oh, Curtis. “I imagine it will be a lot like that.”

Three deep breaths, and the best I could squeak out was, “I see us—together.” Because that said nothing, I buried my face in my hands, my cheeks burning.

“More details, please.”

The calmness of his voice and the matter-of-fact manner of his request relaxed me and captured Parker’s full attention.

“It varies.” Because my nocturnal musings were equal parts creativity and perviness apparently.

“Damn, I’m not even going to make it to the main event if she keeps talking like that.” Parker groaned and, from the primal sound of it, he wasn’t exaggerating.