Their Mountain Captive: A Mountain Menage Romance (Men of Lonely Mountain Book 1) by Kayla Wren

Author:Kayla Wren [Wren, Kayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Cherry Publishing
Published: 2021-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

11

Roxy

I hiss between my teeth, wincing as the needle digs into Dante’s arm. Alec stitches slowly, his face stoic and his stitches neat, but he hates this. His shoulders are taut, the lines of his body rigid. The two of them sit on the edge of the double bed, Alec’s expression wooden and Dante’s smoothed blank.

He’s doing the whole macho, I-don’t-feel-pain thing. Men.

“Yowza.” I lean closer, balancing on one leg. My ankle wobbles, and I grab Dante’s shoulder.

“Do you mind?” he grinds out, and I don’t know what he means—my hand or the way I’m watching, hissing and grimacing at every stitch. “I’m trying to ignore this. You’re not helping.”

“How about another distraction?” I blurt before I can think better of it.

It was strategic earlier. To keep Angelo’s attention; I know that. It was pretty fun, though. In a verging-on-hysterics kind of way.

A muscle ticks in Alec’s jaw. He draws the needle out again, stern and silent, and Dante turns to me, eyes glittering. “Whatever do you mean?”

I must be half out my mind on adrenaline still, because I’ve got that rushing feeling. That giddy, top-of-the-rollercoaster sensation, where my stomach swoops but I don’t want to stop, not for anything. It’s the same feeling I get when I step off a plane in a new country. When I pack up my whole life and uproot myself on a whim.

They held me captive, yes. And I haven’t forgiven them for that, but I’m also not scared of them anymore. They’re pussycats.

“Like earlier.” My hand fists Dante’s shirt on his shoulder, straining it over the hard bulge of his muscle. He watches me, unblinking. “On the cabin deck.” I swallow. “You liked it. I know you did.”

His voice is velvet. “Remind me, Roxy.”

I slide onto his lap with an oof.

The needle pauses on his other arm. Alec is rigid, turned to stone, but then he starts up again. Prod, push, drag. He stares at his line of stitches so intently, they should burst into flame.

Oh dear. Dante’s not the only one with big feelings.

“This is not a good distraction.” Dante raises an eyebrow, jerking me back to the present. I shuffle closer, winding my arms around his neck.

“You don’t smell like the mountains.”

His mouth quirks. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Alec does.”

His smirk fades. “Yes. He does.”

“How disturbing,” Alec murmurs. Prod, push, drag. “You’ve both been sniffing me.”

“Big, greedy lungfuls,” I assure him. Dante’s eyes narrow. It’s the only warning I get before he surges forward, trapping my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hey!” Alec snatches up a cloth, dabbing at a fresh red line on Dante’s arm. And I’m trapped, held captive all over again, sharp teeth digging into my lip, my hands tugging uselessly at his hair.

Heat twists low in my belly.

“Ge’ off.”

Dante smiles, the motion filling my vision. My heart is pounding so hard, I feel dizzy. His tongue darts out, soothing his bite as quick as it came, and then he’s sitting back. “Then behave.”

“Or what? Will you threaten to shoot me again?”

Alec pauses.

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