Twice The Growl - Milly Taiden Page 0,3

oh so good.

The doors closed. Neither of the men pressed a button. She tried not to gawk, but that was damn hard when the inside of the elevator was mirrors and all she saw was the two gorgeous men wherever she glanced.

She peeked up the biker’s body, from his torn jeans, to the bulge in his pants. Crap. That was a big bulge. She slid her gaze up his chest, to the tattoos crawling around his neck, up to his lips. Lips that were currently curled in a sexy grin. When she reached his eyes, she almost melted to the floor. A bright golden color had taken over them.

“Hi, I’m Theron.”

I must be dreaming. She gulped. “I’m Tally.”

Her attention shifted to tall, blond and sexy. A soft growl sounded from him. She blinked her eyes behind her glasses. Wow. Then it hit her. They were shifters. Both of the men in the elevator with her were also super dangerous. She cleared her throat, her vision not once wavering from blue eyes.

“I’m Connor.”

I’m definitely in trouble. She inhaled sharply. “Hi.”

She hated that she squeaked the word out, but being that close to those two made her feel all kinds of tiny. Even with her big hips and ass, she did not feel like a very curvy woman. Instead, she felt sort of...small, delicate and... What the fuck was wrong with her?

The elevator dinged on her floor. She scurried out. Not once did she take a look back. Ribbons of fire crept over her cheeks. If those guys had any idea that she’d been fantasizing some very indecent stuff with both of them they would probably stop those sexy smiles. What was her life coming to? She hadn’t considered two men sexually at once in...ever! Now she was ready to jump into the arms of a biker and a businessman and beg them to do her every way possible. She opened the door to her apartment and locked herself in. Safety. Her hasty retreat probably made her look like a scared fool, but she really didn’t care. If she spent any more time with those two, she might let something inappropriate come out of her mouth. Nita was right. She definitely needed to get laid. Pronto.

Chapter Two

Theron grinned at Connor. They watched the petite and very curvy woman almost trip on her heels trying to get away to the other end of the floor his aunt Geraldine lived at. The scent of her arousal drifted down the hall with the woman. She was flustered but damn was she cute. With her pretty brown eyes, wide behind the black-framed glasses, her long hair in a mass of wild curls and those luscious, pouty lips calling attention, she was way beyond beautiful.

Then there were the curves. In that prim black dress, she’d hidden what he could clearly tell was a gorgeous body. Wide at the hips and narrow at the waist, she was attention-grabbing. Her large breasts and round ass made his cock stand to attention. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of her need.

“I want her,” Connor growled softly.

Theron nodded, feeling the same need for the tiny sexy woman. “Me too. We can wish.”

Theron didn’t bother knocking. He listened to the steps of his aunt closing in on them. A few moments later and the door opened to his favorite person. Four feet eleven, and an absolute firecracker, Geraldine “Gerri” Wilder knew exactly how to make any man, no matter how old or tall, feel like a misbehaving kid.

“Get your ass down here and give me a kiss.” Gerri slapped his arm. The move didn’t sting or hurt, but was her way of getting him to remember she was the adult as far as she was concerned. “You know I can’t reach your cheek unless I have the stepstool out.”

“Sorry, Aunt Gerri.” He chuckled and bent down to kiss his aunt.

Gerri tossed the white chunk of long hair she usually had falling at the side of her face back. The white strands contrasted with the rest of her black hair and gave the older woman an exotic flair.

Gerri harrumphed. “Get your asses inside or I’ll have to find that stepstool.”

Theron and Connor entered Gerri’s apartment and grinned. The scent of fresh baked bread, cake and cookies hit them. They loved when she baked, which was all the time.

“You know I love you, Gerri,” Theron began.

“Oh no you don’t.” She shoved them away from the kitchen toward the dining area. “You’ll have