Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron)

Chapter Seventy-One

Eric stands in the doorway.

His chest is heaving.

This experience the three of us shared was the most erotic sexual encounter of my life. Nala purrs and stretches in my mind.

"It was fucking hot, Mia."

His eyes rake over my body as if he's filling in the details of this memory. As if the fantasy we shared wasn't enough, and he needs to have me for real. Right now.

The horn blasts and it draws my attention to the balcony.

I see a city in the distance. This isn't one of the San Juan Islands.

"Detour," Eric explains. "I've had trackers scouring the Pacific Seaboard for weeks. We've spotted him."

"Who?"

"Philipe."

Eric tilts his head. "We good?"

He isn't asking about our mutual enemy. He's asking about me.

I rise from the bed. My hand glistens and there is wetness on my fingers and between my legs. "Yeah." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He strides fully into the room and kicks the door closed behind him. He's naked and even though I know he just came maybe a minute or two ago, he's hard again. "Dude. Seriously!?"

He laughs.

He tilts my chin back and kisses me. It's just a chaste brush of his lips, but there is a tenderness in it. Like I'm something to cherish.

It's sweet.

"I need a shower," I tell him.

I can only imagine what I must look like.

He points toward the bathroom door to his right, but catches my arm before I can slip past him, I freeze with nervousness.

What we did was intense. But it was consensual and we did it all together. Cam was right there with me.

Having sex for real. With this Alpha. And not with Cam. I don't know if I can do that.

"Eric... I..."

"Shh." He pulls me closer. "Tell him I'm going to kiss you now."

I gasp.

"Tell him."

C-Cam... Eric wants to kiss me.

Cam laughs in my head. Of course he does.

"What did he say?" Eric asks.

I shrug. "He isn't surprised."

"Good enough for me." He's smiling like a pirate as he plunders my mouth.

His lips are soft, full. His mouth molds to mine as his hands cup my face with such gentleness it is at complete odds with the Alpha I know him to be.

He kisses like a god.

"Hmm." He draws back, his dark gaze still on my lips. Then he grabs my one hand and slowly licks my fingers.

"I know the score here, Mia. I can be patient." He reaches past me into the bathroom and flips on the lights. "Get your ass in the shower now. I'm behaving, but my restraint has its limits."

I shut the door and lean against it. My heart is racing.

You alright, honey?

It's Cam again.

Eric kissed me.

He snorts in my head. Of course he did.

His trust is absolute.

And that humbles me.

I flip on the shower and square my shoulders.

I'm a little lightheaded and my limbs feel boneless. I'm actually a little sleepy. Yeah, I'm good. We're on a boat but we've docked. We'll disembark shortly.

You reached Blakely Island already?

No. Eric says they spotted Philipe.

I can feel a pulse of Cam's anger through our connection. Philipe and Ashley plotted to kill Cam and to seize his pack and assets. I'm not quite sure if Ashley was the sacrificial lamb willing to die too, or if it was some happy accident that she and Cam both survived her treachery.

Keep in touch. Stay safe.

I will.

When I get out of the shower, I grab the fluffy robe hanging on the door. In the room, a pair of jeans, t-shirt and clean panties and bra are on the bed.

Eric's gone.

I dress quickly then head up to the main deck.

I see the container terminal in the distance and giant ships docked to offload their goods. The channel is very busy and the yacht is off-shore in deeper water. "We'll take the dinghy to the dock," Eric tells me.

He has his cell phone pressed to his ear. "Keep surveillance on him." I follow him to the stern of the boat. The 'dinghy' is a twenty-five foot fiberglass bottom boat that's lowered into the water with a crane and boom.

He jumps over the rail and lands behind the wheel while the crew holds ropes to keep the smaller vessel flush against the yacht. Buoy cushions prevent the two boats from scratching. He holds his hand up to me and I take it.

Sparks travel up my arm. Will it always be like this?

Just one touch and Cameron or Eric seem able to light me up.

He smirks.

He keeps my hand in his and draws me to his side. He has a baseball cap on and he drops it on my head to shield my eyes.

The sun glints off the water like gemstones.

Then we're moving, he's accelerating the boat through the harbor and checking his phone's GPS for where we're supposed to go.

"We're almost there," he tells me when we slow our speed to pass through a no-wake zone.

His thumb rubs small circles on my palm.

From the moment he drew me close, he hasn't let me go.