Finch grinned. “When you go back to work on Monday, you can file a report. Tell them we kidnapped you, held you against your will. You be sure to tell them we fucked you so hard that’s why you’re walking funny. To put as much detail into the report as possible—because I know you detectives are all about the details—you’ll list all the places in my house we’re going to fuck you and give a tally of the orgasms we wring from you.”
I licked my lips. “Poppy’s expecting me.”
I thought Shane might want to keep his and Finch’s kidnapping plans a secret, especially from his sister. It was just sex. He only shrugged. “You’ll text her on the way and tell her the change of plans.”
“I don’t want a relationship,” I prompted. “She’ll think this is a date.”
“We offered no strings,” Shane reminded me. “As for Poppy, she might be my sister, but I’m sure she tries not to think about my sex life.”
I rolled my eyes. She might not be interested in his, but she was interested in mine. Although if she didn’t want the 411 about where her brother put his dick, she might lay off me.
Still… “You said when you know, you know.”
Finch nodded. “That’s right. We know, but you don’t. We’ll get you there.”
Shane looked up at the sky once again, and snow fell onto his face, melted instantly. “Fuck, it’s freezing.”
“You’re coming with us, sugar.” Finch opened the door, and Shane stepped back to allow me to get out.
“That’s right, she will be,” Shane said. He winked and a thrill shot through me at the double entendre. “Be sure to grab the handcuffs.”
My nipples were hard, my panties ruined. I could pull out my gun and force them to take me to Poppy’s. Hell, I could just tell them no. I didn’t really want to, and they knew it. I hated that they did, that somehow they knew me so well. That they wanted me to take the choice away. I had consent, but they were making the decision. I’d been the bold one the night before, but all sexual assertiveness had fled when I had. I needed them to tell me they still wanted me, that they were willing to be with me on my terms.
No-strings sex. I wanted it with them. Denying myself was stupid.
“That’s right,” Finch murmured, his light brown eyes brimming with heat. “It’s my turn to use them on you.”
“Okay,” I whispered. Because really, what else was there to say?
6
SHANE
“You both live here?” Eve asked, looking around.
“I do,” Finch said. “If you couldn’t tell from this”—he took his hat off his head, held it up for a second, then set it on the hook beside the door—“I’m a cowboy through and through.”
We’d left all our outerwear in Finch’s large mudroom and went into the kitchen. Finch was practically OCD, and there wasn’t a thing out of place. While the scent of coffee lingered, there were no dishes on the counter, no dirty pans in the sink.
“I work for the Forest Service,” I said, leaning against the counter. “While I have a place in town, I hardly ever stay there.”
“Hardly?” Finch said. “Try never.”
“I’m stationed at the South Point access, and there’s a small cabin for the ranger
,” I explained. There were multiple access points to the National Forest land. Anyone was welcome to use it for recreation—that’s what it was for—but it was my job to ensure people stayed safe, followed the rules and didn’t do anything stupid, like try to leave food out for a bear.
Eve cocked her head to the side. “Wow, that’s… um, great.”
“Didn’t peg me for a ranger?”
She shrugged her slim shoulders. She wore black jeans, a pale blue sweater that was damned soft to the touch, and thick socks.
“Based on the snowmobiles you two were pulling, you like the outdoors, no matter what the weather.”
“True enough. I don’t like crowds.” I scratched the back of my neck. “Hell, I don’t like people all that much.”
“You kidnapped me,” she reminded me.