Dangerous Love - Page 37

Jonas gave her a wicked smile. “Well, we were.”

CHAPTER 6

She was a runner.

Hammer had been a bounty hunter since he got out of the service and was experienced in being able to tell when someone would take off rather than face the consequences of their actions.

He had felt the surge of attraction the moment she bumped into him. He could see the quick intelligence in her eyes, the discerning way she watched everything around her, yet she had the common sense of a flea. Any woman who opened her motel room to two strangers in a strange town needed her head examined. Especially two who had the skills that he and Jonas had.

If they had been serial killers, as she had been frightened they were, they could have easily raped her and stored her body in her trunk, without the worry of the camera that was mounted to the ceiling outside.

“Don’t panic. Jonas always jumps the gun.”

Hammer hid his own grin when he saw the glimmer of disappointment that she was unsuccessfully trying to shield from him and Jonas.

“Jump the gun?”

“His standards aren’t as high as mine.”

Jonas shrugged. “I’m tired of just being alone with Hammer. I want a woman to spoil.”

“You shouldn’t rush into a relationship just because you’re lonely.”

“I tell him that all the time. The real problem is the kissing.”

“The kissing?”

“The kissing.” Hammer nodded. “I want her to enjoy kissing me as much as Jonas. They keep saying he’s the better kisser.”

“Do I look like I just fell off the dump truck?” Scoffing at him, she turned back to watching the movie.

“Since you’re not interested in a relationship with us, you could tell us the truth.”

“No.”

“Come on, Mary. At least kiss him. Tell him what he’s doing wrong.” Jonas nodded at him. “I know it’ll be hard. Most of the women we meet don’t want to kiss him either.”

“No.”

Hammer raised himself into a sitting position. “If I end up all alone, it’ll be your fault.”

She laughed at his pitiful expression. “No, it’ll be yours, because you’re a terrible kisser.” She hit him with one of the pillows. “If I end up all alone, it’ll be your fault,” she laughingly mocked him. “Please. You probably forgot more about kissing than most men have learned in a lifetime. If anyone sucks at kissing, it’s probably Jonas.” She then howled with laughter, falling back to the bed at the sight of Jonas’s expression.

Jonas had always thought of himself as the ladies’ man. That “Mary” was teasing Jonas showed that they might have found their perfect third.

He and Jonas had known each other since they had joined the Army. They’d formed a bond that had saved their asses more than once. Mission after mission deepened their trust in one another, which had been cemented when they went into business together.

So many of their days and nights had been spent together, and when they found they were usually attracted to the same women, neither became jealous of the other’s relationship. Still, they knew the loneliness of being alone and were happier when they were together.

They had shared more than one woman when they were randy or drunk enough. Then, when Hammer’s marriage failed, they discovered why they hadn’t made any of their relationships work. They had been in so many dangerous situations that their strengths and weakness offset the others.

“I’m hurt.”

“I don’t think a blow torch could burn your ego,” Mary sputtered, wiping a tear from her eye. “You two crack me up. Do women fall for this crap?”

“One or two may have,” Jonas said sheepishly.

“Then you picked the wrong woman tonight. Jeez… I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve laughed this hard.”

Affronted, Hammer narrowed his eyes on the woman. He really didn’t like being laughed at by a woman who was twisting his balls in knots. From Jonas’s expression, he didn't appreciate it either.

Giving a nod, they immediately knew what the other was thinking to breach Mary’s reservations about them.

Leaning forward, Jonas stretched out toward the foot of the bed, while Hammer laid his head back against the headboard.

“You have a beautiful laugh,” he complimented her, giving her a serious look while noticing that Jonas had reached out and was massaging one of her feet. Sensuously, he trailed a lone finger down her arm. “I wish I had met you yesterday.”

“Why?”

He saw the telltale movement of her pulse beating under the translucent flesh at her wrist.

“Jonas and I would have bought you flowers today. Every woman deserves flowers on Valentine’s Day.”

“No one has ever given me flowers.”

From the flush that was spreading across her chest, Hammer could tell she regretted telling them that fact.

“Then that’s a damn shame.” He growled, “Come here, Mary,” and started tugging her arm so she would lie down on the bed like he was.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at me.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“I can’t explain it.” She shrugged, trying to move her hand away from his touch.

“Maybe I can. Do I look like I want to touch you?”

“Yes.” She gave a small sigh, finally allowing him to pull her down until her head rested on his arm.

“That’s because I do. I’ve wanted to touch you since you bumped into me earlier today.” Hammer slid his hand across the front of her neck to her jaw, raising her face so he could stare down into her eyes. “Jonas and I both did. We still do.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” Jonas answered, turning on his side to run his hand under one of her jean-clad legs.

“Can I kiss you?”

He caught sight of the indecision on her face and pulled his lips back from touching hers. “We won’t touch you if you don’t want us to. If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave.”

He was giving her an out, despite the need that he was finding harder and harder to control. He wanted to taste her.

Intuitively, he and Jonas had always felt as if their third was out there somewhere, waiting to be found. Each failed relationship had dimmed their hope, however.

Hammer was almost afraid to touch her. The attraction he was feeling for Mary was so strong, and he didn’t want his burgeoning hope crushed if the passion didn’t spark between them.

“The movie isn’t over yet,” she demurred, not saying yes or no.

It hit him then that she was waiting to see if there was going to be a fire between them, too.

Moving toward her, he brought his lips closer to hers until they brushed against each other. They stayed like that poised, waiting for the other to apply pressure so it could be called a real kiss. Lying still, their soft breaths entangled creating a heady rush that had his hand going to her triceps to haul her closer to him.

“No, it isn’t,” he finally responded to her before using the tip of his tongue to slide along her bottom lip. He felt her give a shudder under his hand. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured.

“I’m not.”

The huskiness in her voice had him pressing harder against her lips before gliding his tongue inside her mouth.

r /> The taste of her made him believe in magic again.

His mother had been a gifted piano player. He had grown up listening to her to play, and as he grew older, he could hear the differences in the music when the piano was out of tune. The reason he and Jonas hadn’t found a woman to spend their lives with was that they weren’t able to find the right chord that seemed natural and not forced.

Mary was the right fit. Everything about her fit. The way her breasts fit into the curve of his chest, the way her skin felt against his, the gentle scent of her perfume. Every fucking thing had him wanting more.

“Do you know what you taste like?”

“No. What?” she whispered as if it were just the two of them.

“Home.”

“Hammer….”

“Let me taste.” Jonas released her foot, then moved up the bed until he was lying beside her. When he was in position, Hammer used his hand on her jaw to turn her face toward Jonas.

As his friend kissed Mary, who was now fully facing him, Hammer slid his hand down to her breast from behind. Rubbing her tit through her top, he saw the kiss between Jonas and Mary heat up. That Jonas was enjoying it as much as he had, had Hammer shaking as much as she was.

Watching Jonas make love to her mouth had him rocking his hips against her ass as he continued to play with her breasts, being rewarded with soft murmurs from her.

Hammer brought his own mouth down to her shoulder. “The movie’s over, Mary. What do you want us to do?”

“Play the other movie.”

CHAPTER 7

Being in the middle of the two men didn’t frighten her. What did was the budding excitement that not one but two men wanted her, and they were striving to make her lose her sanity. It wouldn’t work, though. Her mind was too methodical.

She had been called numerous names: a nun, a cold fish, frigid. Convinced the accusations were true, she stopped trying to find a sexual relationship that most women her age enjoyed. Devoting her time on work, content if not happy with the way her personal life was playing out, she had settled into her life being a party of one.

Hammer’s kiss had shaken something loose inside of her, though, and Jonas’s was toppling her over even further. Regardless, despite the barrage of sensations storming through her body, she was still on firm ground.

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