Carefully shaking her head at him, Shari tried to free herself unobtrusively from his powerful grasp. This barbarian was in for a huge surprise. Give her pleasure beyond her imagination, indeed!
Cripes! First the stupid man in the car who didn’t know how to watch for pedestrian traffic, now a couple of horny men at her door giving her orgasms…
She snorted to herself, then paused.
Okay. Maybe the orgasms sounded pretty good, but…
“Look, Hunk-o-Rama. I appreciate a fantastic orgasm just as much as the next woman, but I think you have me confused with someone else.” Again she tried to free herself from Vincent’s grip. This time he let her go as a pondering look crossed his face.
Shari braced herself so her legs would actually hold her and climbed off his lap. Stumbling immediately, she tried to move and put space between the man who had recently held her and herself. All too quickly, she realized she would have fallen on her face if another pair of arms hadn’t reached out and caught her.
“Thanks.” Shari mumbled, feeling the dizziness begin to abate. Turning slowly Shari looked into another pair of dual eyes. Slowly rotating her head in disbelief, she looked across the room, doing a double take.
Well Hell! There
were
two of them. Identical twins, right down to their different colored eyes!
She thought perhaps that her vision had gone double. But no, here they both stood, male studs for the taking. Gorgeous didn’t even begin to cover it, and there were
two
of them!
Shari’s mind reeled. There was something one of them had…
“Did you say…wife?”
“Yes.” The word rumbled out huskily in unison.
“I thought you…yes…”
It was too much. First, the bastard of a client who had tried to paw her to death, then the being hit by a car thing. The orgasm… Before she could finish her thought, blackness swallowed her whole.
* * * * *
“At least we won’t need to go into the explanation of trying to convince her we need her to participate in a sham.” Shan Lin drawled sarcastically as the two men made their way to the back door of the apartments.
“True.” Vincent answered shifting Shari a bit higher and tighter toward his chest. Reaching a hand under her very female body to shift the heavy erection bulging beneath his pants, he grimaced at the sexual hunger thrumming through his cock.
“We also won’t have to explain the plan we came up with.” Shan Lin pointed out.
“Excellent. It makes things much easier. This way, if she stays out long enough, we can just tell her we’re married and be done with it.”
Shan Lin scoffed. “You don’t think she’ll buy it, do you?”
Vincent thought about it for a moment.
“Sure. Why not? It makes perfect sense. She hit her head and won’t realize she’s forgotten. We can use the old amnesia ploy and tell her she must have forgotten a…we’ll make it a week of her life. Trust me, things will go easier for us.”
Shan Lin remained silent for a moment before replying.
“Or we could tell her a version of the truth.” Shan Lin said.
Vincent grunted an affirmative as he walked down the stairs thinking about their first encounter with Shari. He knew her name was Shari because the brothers had skimmed the surface of her mind when she’d opened the door.
The climax Shari had experienced upon opening the door had been a thing of magnificence. Even as practiced as he and Shan Lin were, there were few women they had both shared who brought his shaft so quickly to attention as this woman had.
In his mind, he listened to Shan Lin agree, then grumbled about the sexual tension both men still carried. There was an added bonus to it though. With this much hunger riding both Warriors, anyone foolish enough to engage them in battle would surely pay with their lives.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, both brothers turned to each other with grinning smiles.
If only we could be so lucky. The battle would indeed be legendary, if short for our adversaries.
Chuckling at Shan Lin’s assessment of the brothers’ predicament, Vincent moved forward.
The woman in his arms stirred and mumbled something incomprehensible and Vincent shushed her soothingly. Keeping his voice to a low rumble, he stopped to work out a plan for getting an unconscious woman outside with no one seeing them.
“We need to get to a
Tear
near this building. Do you remember any?” Vincent asked as his brother reached the ground floor behind him.
Shan Lin looked toward Shari nestled in his brother’s arms and suddenly had an overwhelming urge to grasp onto the woman and take her away from Vincent. When she was safely away from his brother, Shan Lin could violently beat Vincent bloody.
Where the Hellios did that come from?
Shan Lin heard Vincent path in his mind.
Shaking his head and trying valiantly to dislodge the vision from his mind, Shan Lin looked into the astonished eyes of Vincent.
Extending his arms out from his sides, his hands palms up, Shan Lin shrugged in a helpless gesture, shaking his head. He was clueless. But what was worse, he had
never
felt this kind of killing anger directed at his brother.
“I’m…Vincent…?” Struggling helplessly to put into words his true sorrow at the stray thought, his complete bafflement, Shan Lin looked to his brother with all the love in his heart.
He heard Vincent sigh, then listened as his brother gave him an out.
“It’s probably just having been in contact with our True Queen, and the sexual tension determined to ride both our cocks like a
griptou
lashing our bodies until we explode.”
Breathing out the pent-up breath he held, Shan Lin grasped at the explanation. It didn’t feel like the truth, but it was damned close, and good enough for him.
He saw Vincent look at him, then felt his brother give a mental shrug.
“At the moment, it doesn’t matter,” Vincent was saying. “We need to get to the
Tear
. Can you remember where it is around here?”
Shan Lin looked out the clear glass of the back door to the building directly in front of him and scanned the surrounding area. He knew there was one close by and almost missed it with the clutter the alley held.
He spotted the alley and could see the park, which he and Vincent had been heading for when they had spotted the woman Shari. They had both seen the determination the woman had when walking down the street. She had given off waves of anger that took little enough of either brother’s telepathy to read.
She had been thinking of scenarios ranging from a particular man’s emasculation and how she would love to be brave enough to do the emasculating herself. Or perhaps, hanging him by various body parts from hooks and chains and having him harassed by droves of women cackling about his sexual prowess.
Shan Lin had to laugh as the woman mentally shook the images away and began to prepare a wicked legal brief she would then send to the man who was starring in her thoughts, and another who looked to be in a position of authority. This was a woman whom he could get to like in a hurry. One who could indeed be an ally in any battle he needed to engage.
Vincent broke into his thoughts while he scanned the area for the
Tear
opening.
She has a truly amazing mind. I nearly had a heart attack when the car came out of the structure and hit her.
Shan Lin nodded absently as he remembered seeing the accident.
The woman had been in deep thought and hadn’t heard the quiet vehicle coming toward her. The driver must have thought the woman had seen him because he had plowed ahead as if there were no one walking in the path of his car.
The brothers had begun to call out to warn her, but it had already been too late. They both watched as the driver of the car finally realized someone was in front of him and braked. But the woman had been hit by then and had landed in the street, stunned or unconscious.
Both brothers raced across the park knowing they were too far away to help immediately, but determined to do something. They watched in utter astonishment as a few seconds later the woman rose to her knees, then slowly to her feet with the help of a few good Samaritans who had rushed to her side.
They had stopped in their tracks and continued to watch as the driver got out of the car, went to the woman, and gave her something. She shook her head at him, then limped off in the direction she’d been heading.
The brothers looked to one another and made a decision.
“She’s the one. She will take the place of the bride Aunt Sara assumes we are destined to find.”
As they followed her, they began to speak of the strength the woman showed, and the foolishness they would apparently have to watch out for.
Remembering now, Shan Lin shook his head in wonder. The orgasm they had given Shari at her door was designed to heal as much as to give pleasure. It was a specialty Vincent developed along with the ability to ease the minds of those in need.
Seeing the view in front of him once more, he spoke to Vincent.
“I can see it from here even with the big metal trash recycler in the way. As long as there isn’t much traffic at the head of the alley off the next building, we should be able to make the
Tear
we were heading for originally. One hop, one shimmy, and we’ll hit home.”
“Fine. Let’s go.”
Looking left, then right to make sure no one was about, Shan Lin opened the door and stepped through, Vincent following with the unconscious Shari.
* * * * *
Vincent stepped through the door with Shari still oblivious to the world. Using his body to hold the door, he followed his brother. He too remembered the scene they had witnessed. At the time, he had longed to follow the driver of the vehicle, which had hit Shari, but knew the more important job was to follow the woman they had found.
Now with all three of them making their way to the
Tear
, Vincent knew it didn’t matter. They had what they came for and only needed to make their way through the
Tear
to Aranak.
“We’ll make it. Just a bit further and…” Shan Lin’s voice trailed off as his arm gestured to the opening both brothers could now see.
“Thank
Riad
,” Vincent breathed, relieved.
He looked to his brother, tightening his grip on Shari, and prepared to step into the doorway to Aranak. He was suddenly brought to a halt by a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll take her through.”
“What?” Vincent asked in astonishment.
“I said I’ll take her through.” Shan Lin spoke calmly. “You must be tired having carried her all this way.”
Even as Shan Lin spoke, Vincent knew his brother didn’t believe his own words. The weight of the woman could have been a mo-go cycle and Vincent wouldn’t have complained.
Vincent stood a moment and heard the thoughts running through his brother’s head. Shan Lin knew Vincent could carry his own horse across a running river if he needed to and one tiny woman would barely make a hitch in his stride.
Looking at his brother now, Vincent had to wonder if maybe Shan Lin had hit his head on the ground too hard when they’d come through the
Tear
. Deciding it would be prudent to hang onto Shari because of this, Vincent shook his head negatively and continued to make his way through the Realms opening.
“
Freching idjit!
” Shan Lin grated out as he watched Vincent step into the opening and marveled at the new and very strange feelings gripping him. They were foreign and unwanted, but they were there nonetheless.
Disgusted with himself, he followed his brother and Shari through the
Tear
and vowed he would learn to control what ran through his veins at any cost.
Chapter Five
Theresa could not believe her luck. Yesterday, she had been at the local Vid/Sync store reporting the situation to her Commander and a twenty-four hour pass had come through.
Thinking on it now as the transport made its way up the mountain heading for Naralin, she remembered the shouting her crew had done when she’d told them.
“You aren’t playing us are you, Captain? Please tell me this isn’t some kind of joke we’re going to be the butt of when we wake up?” Corp. Dyden, their resident Medic-Tracker, questioned.
He hadn’t received a pass, of any kind, in the last eight months he’d been at Camp Grenlak. They had all been scouting or stopping skirmishes, and Theresa and her crew were more than ready for time off. Even, if it
was
only for twenty-four hours.
“No Corp. Dyden. You’re not dreaming and it’s not a joke. We have twenty-four hours as of the top of the hour. I’ve synced in our reports from Hetcha and let them know about the fighting that went on, so we’re free in about…”
Theresa looked down at her time holder and did the math.
“…eight minutes. In the meantime…”
Before she could finish, Lt. Roberts interrupted her.
“Sorry, Sir. What about the prisoners in the hold car? Are we doing anything with them, or leaving them as is?”
“Actually, we’re letting them go.”
The disbelief the statement caused was expected.