Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(69)

Her last thought before she collapsed was how much she wanted and needed them forever.





Chapter Twenty-Seven





When Sarah awoke, sunlight was streaming through the window. She jerked up to a sitting position, and while she recognized she was in her apartment, something was very different. The sheets were tangled and the scent of arousal clung to the air. Her dreams last night had been intense, filled with big cocks and lots of sex. Wait a minute—that hadn’t been a dream. Last night, she’d really had a marathon with two of the most amazing men.

Pots clanked and chatter sounded in the kitchen. Sarah stretched and rose. Grabbing a bathrobe from her closet, along with some slippers, she quickly dressed, and padded out.

“Good morning,” she said.

Both men were dressed in different clothes than what they’d had on last night, yet she didn’t remember them having suitcases. They must have waited to bring them in case she booted them out.

“We made you breakfast,” Jay said.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.”

Riley walked over, brushed his lips against hers lightly, and handed her phone to her. “The General called while you were asleep. He wants you to call him back.”

She laughed. “At eight in the morning?” They were up to something. When she swiped her phone, a message appeared, and she listened to the recording. Sure enough, General Armand had called and had asked her to return his call as soon as possible. “What’s this about?”

Riley glanced over at Jay. “Call him and find out.”

From the glint in their eyes and the way Jay was fighting a smile, the news wouldn’t be bad. She pressed call and turned her back to the men. Sweat quickly beaded on her palms and her stomach was jumpier than a Jack Russell Terrier. “Sarah, thanks for getting back to me.”

“How can I help you, General?”

“Been thinking. We could really use someone with your talent down in Florida.” He went on to explain what her duties might entail.

She turned around and looked at the men, wondering how much they’d twisted the General’s arm. However, since this was her dream come true, she wouldn’t dig too hard. He mentioned a salary that was more than what she was earning.

“I’m definitely interested, but I need to speak with my boss.”

“Already have.”

She chuckled. Of course, he had. “Well then, when do you expect me?”

“The sooner the better.”

Her heart was now speeding and her mouth dry. “Sounds great. Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” He then disconnected.

“What did he say?” Jay asked in a voice so calm she almost believed he didn’t know.

“The General offered me a job.”

“That’s wonderful,” Jay said.

Both of their faces lit up and they stalked toward her. She held out her hands. “I need coffee first—and a bit of rest.”


As if she’d turned off all of the lights in the room, their faces dimmed. Riley cupped her cheeks. “Were we too rough last night?”

She smiled. “No, but it’s been almost a week. Let’s eat and we can discuss what happens next.”

* * *

Three weeks later

It had taken Sarah two days to fill out the reports her boss requested, and another to pack up her desk. While she was at work, her wonderful men had purchased boxes and packed for her. Fortunately, her apartment came furnished so only her clothes and some personal items needed to go, but because she still had a lot, the men decided to rent a car and drive back to Florida.

By the time they arrived on the Gulf Coast, Sarah was exhausted, which was why they insisted on renting a room at the beach for a few days before she started her new job. She couldn’t be happier with that decision. If they’d gone back to their house, they said she’d be tempted to spend all her time cleaning and unpacking and they wanted her to rest.

Riley brought out a pitcher of Sangria and three glasses onto their patio overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. After a day of lying on the beach, she welcomed the drink. “Thank you,” she said. “This is the life.”

“Whenever we’re between jobs, we like to come here and de-stress,” Riley said.

“Speaking of relaxing, the General is throwing a party tomorrow night, and everyone is invited,” Jay said.

Sarah was excited to meet the rest of the team. “Who’s going to be there?”

Jay stretched out on the lounge chair to her right while Riley took the seat to her left. “Trax and Dante, who you’ve met, and their wife, Liz.”

“Nice. And Bailey? She’ll be there, right?” She presumed Ford and Tyson lived in Gulfside, too.

“She will be, as will Clay and Dirk. Their wife Elena is really nice, too. You haven’t met MacKenzie, my cousin, or her men Sam and Brandon, but watch out for them. I suspect they’ll grill you on everything about Statler. I think Sam hated him more than I did.”

And she thought she’d be able to forget that man.

“Don’t forget, Chelsea.” Riley piped up. “She’s about to pop out a kid soon.”

“You do have a way with words,” Jay said laughing. “Chelsea is Drake and Kurt’s wife. They stayed here because of the possibility that Chelsea might go into labor, but also to hold down the fort when the General took off for Canada.”