Soul Possession - Maya Banks Page 0,3
yes? Don’t tease, Jessie. We’ve been waiting a hell of a long time for you to put us out of our misery.”
Her heart was about to thump out of her chest. She was positively light-headed. They really weren’t flirting or teasing. They were dead serious, and right now they were both staring her down with eyes that were so hot she was about to melt. Waiting. For her to put them out of their misery.
Well damn, but that made her giddy.
“Just let me clock out and get my keys,” she managed to get out. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Chapter 2
Rick and Truitt were waiting by her car when she walked into the parking lot.
“You shouldn’t be driving with your knee hurting,” Truitt said as he wrested the keys from her grip. “I’ll take your car. You ride with Rick.”
She winced and glanced between Truitt and her tiny beat-up old car. The idea of him fitting his large frame into her ten-year-old Toyota Corolla was laughable.
“I can drive,” she said. “You’ll never fit.”
He pulled her against him until she fit flush against his chest. Lord, but the man smelled as sexy as he looked and she loved the feel of his hard body.
He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose. Then he pushed her toward Rick and patted her on the ass. She sighed, rolled her eyes, but let Rick guide her to his truck while Truitt crammed himself into her car.
Rick closed the passenger door after Jessie was inside and then walked around the front to get in on the driver’s side.
“All set?” he asked as he keyed the ignition.
She nodded, suddenly nervous as realization sank in. She was really doing this. She was really going home with two sinfully gorgeous men who were going to do sinfully decadent things to her body.
She couldn’t freaking wait.
He pulled onto the highway and Jessie glanced in the side-view mirror to see Truitt pull in behind them. She started when Rick reached over and slid his fingers through hers. He picked up her hand and pulled it toward him, resting it on top of his thigh.
It was such a small thing, but it felt intimate.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Startled, she looked up at him in question.
“You looked upset in the bar. Right before you fell. Need me to kick anyone’s ass?”
Laughter escaped and some of the stress of the evening lifted away. There was nothing she could do about it now, and she wasn’t about to let Merriam ruin what could possibly be the best night of her life.
“No, but thanks for the offer. It’s kind of nice to have someone willing to kick ass on demand.”
“Anytime,” Rick said with a grin. “Just say the word. Tru and I will be more than happy to take care of it.”
“You two are a trip.”
He glanced sideways. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She ducked her head, a little embarrassed and suddenly a lot shy.
“Jessie?” he prompted in a coaxing voice.
“You’ve been flirting with me for weeks. I didn’t really think you were serious. Well, until tonight when I decided to chance making a fool out of myself.”
He groaned. “Are you telling me you would have taken us up earlier if you had realized we were absolutely serious?”
“Weeelll. Maybe?”
He sighed. “Clearly we need to work on our presentation.”
She smiled. “I needed the time to work up my nerve anyway. You and Truitt are…intimidating.”
“Darlin’, the last thing we want is to intimidate you.”
He squeezed her hand and then picked it up and raised it to his mouth. His lips were a warm shock to her palm. And then if that wasn’t enough, he licked over the tips of her fingers and gently sucked each one into his mouth.
Holy hell, but the man had reduced her to a gaping, speechless blob in thirty seconds flat.
“If you had any idea how much I’ve fantasized about you, you’d know that you effectively have me by the balls and I’m yours to command,” he said in amusement.
She had nothing to say to that.
Ten minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of a smallish brick house that looked like a lot of other small brick houses in the neighborhood.
It was a cookie-cutter subdivision. It made her positively wistful. While others might dream of huge houses on huge lots with individuality in spades, her dream house was in a quaint neighborhood with nice people, where kids played in the streets and the houses were all neat and uniform.
But then anything