Prowling the Vet (8 page)

Laura’s eyes lit up a little. “Can you tell me more about the
whole perfect pair thing?
About you two, and your family?”

Tyler looked over at his brother and raised his eyebrows.

Your hormones under control?

“You
wanna
’ take this one?”

Brandon chugged on his beer,
then
set
it down on the table, empty.

“Our family is huge, as you saw the other day. We’re all big,
loud, and so tightly knitted together that Tyler and I have got into more
fights than I can count defending our cousins or each other.”

Great, idiot.
Do
you want her to think we’re meatheads?

He was surprised as hell when Laura laughed and her eyes lit up.

“Renee too?”

This time Brandon laughed and Tyler sat back, feeling the air
around them begin to warm up. Like the sun coming out on a frosty morning, the drops
of ice melting away.

“Renee? Not since junior high school. We taught her how to
fight, and after she floored a guy in high school, she never got picked on
again.”

Laura laughed again, the sound like a smooth whiskey sliding
down his throat.

“I wish I’d had brothers like you at Uni. I could have used some
help.”

Tyler smiled at her. “Needed a guy or two punched up?”

“Oh yeah.”
Laura nodded,
then
frowned, her face showing signs of remembering
something horrible.

He rushed to fix it. “Sorry.
Didn’t mean to
bring up something upsetting.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Laura slid back and crossed her arms over
her chest.

Fuck!

“What?” Brandon’s voice was hard and his face looked angry.

Laura looked up and seemed to relax as she stared at him for a
moment. “It’s nothing.”

“Spit it out.” Brandon demanded and Laura sighed, relaxing her
arms but continuing to fidget with her clothes.

“I…I’ve always lost boyfriends because they want me to be
skinnier, or whatever… and I’ve never been able to change. I know you’ve said I
look fine, Brandon, but…I don’t really want to lose you over that.”

Tyler had to say something. “Laura, you’re our mate. Fate designed
you to be perfect for us. I wouldn’t change a thing about your size, shape, or your
style of beauty. You’re gorgeous.”

He stared at his brother, willing Brandon not to say the wrong
thing.

Brandon nodded. “You’re perfect, and I can’t wait to get my hands
on those gorgeous big tits and ass of yours.”

Laura inhaled sharply for a moment and Tyler’s heart sank. Then
she burst into a giggle, her cheeks flushing with pleasure.

“Why do I actually believe you? Despite the fact I know you guys
have probably always dated tiny women, I feel like you’re telling me the truth.
You’ve never looked at me with anything other than desire.”

Tyler laughed and Brandon even chuckled.

“Observant, aren’t you?”

She shrugged and smiled.

“It’s great that you feel that way, because it’s true and if you
ever get worried about that, you need to remember that you are our perfect
match.”

Laura relaxed enough to reach forward and take a sip of wine.

“Can you tell me about that?”

This was better for him to explain probably.

“A perfect pair by definition is a
nonidentical
twin set of men who compliment each other and have opposite strengths and
weaknesses. This is so that we can give our mate everything she needs.”

Laura crossed her legs toward him and his belly tightened in
arousal.

“Well, isn’t she a lucky woman?” Her eyes sparkled with fun as
he watched her absorbing the information he was giving her.

“She’s more than that. If she was made for me she’d be
beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and sassy, with a huge heart. Everything I’ve
ever wanted.”

Brandon cleared his throat. “And if she was made for me she’d be
sensual, funny, affectionate, and hot as hell.”

Tyler watched Brandon rake his eyes over Laura and she reached
for her drink again. “I’m not all that.” She took a sip and her cheeks grew
rosier by the minute.

Brandon grunted. “Bullshit.” He stood up so abruptly the chair
skidded back on the wooden floor, making a horrible screeching noise. Laura
slid back in her chair and stared up at him like he’d gone mad.

“You
wanna
’ see the house? Tyler
designed it. I built it.”

Tyler gazed at his twin for a moment, dumbstruck.

Brother, you are
brilliant!

Tyler jumped up and held his hand out to Laura. “That’s a great
idea. Shall we give you a tour?”

Laura looked between them,
then
slipped
her hand into his, the warmth of her skin against Tyler’s making both of them
shiver in longing and need. Laura moved to take her hand away and Tyler flipped
her hand around and linked their fingers together. He didn’t want to let her
go.

“It’s okay, it’ll get easier. I promise.”

Or so he hoped. The tingles still pulsing through them were
pretty intense.

Laura let him direct her around the coffee table and together
they walked toward the front of the house.

Brandon started the tour.

“Okay. Tyler designed the front door around the Canadian Rocky
Mountain Lions.”

He made sweeping gestures toward the hand-carved wooden door
that still gave Tyler pleasure when he gazed upon it. It was an intricate
design that had taken him months to draw, and just as long to find a carver
good enough to get it exactly right. On first glance it looked like there was
only one lion, but if you cared to look closer, there were three.

“Hallway,
obviously.
A waste of space in my opinion…” Tyler opened his mouth to
rebuke his brother, “But Tyler loves them, and I must admit it does give the
living room a bigger impact.”

Wow, his brother was admitting Tyler was right. That was a
first.

They continued through to the huge, open living space with its
high ceiling and neutral colors. It was a great space.

“You’ve seen the kitchen, dining room, lounge…”

Brandon indicated the area they’d just vacated and turned left,
heading down to where the bedrooms were.

Tyler kept hold of Laura’s hand, squeezing tightly as they moved
down another brightly lit hallway. He’d taken great pains to use the natural
light as much as possible throughout the whole house. Brandon indicated their
rooms.

“My bedroom,
Tyler’s.
The main bathroom.”

Laura pulled her hand out of his grip, which hit Tyler in the
gut like a sickening punch, but he followed quickly, almost afraid to let her
out of his sight.

She stuck her head in the bathroom, admiring the large tiles and
Italian-made facilities. “Wow, awesome bath.”

“Thanks.” Tyler nodded and watched her creep to the end of the
hallway.

“What’s this room?” Laura pushed open the door to the master
bedroom, and sunlight shined down the hall.

Tyler sighed, watching her brown hair show auburn highlights, a
halo of light surrounding her.

“That’s our bedroom.”

****

Laura wasn’t sure she’d heard Tyler correctly, but as she stared
at the huge master bedroom, Tyler’s words made more sense.

She was looking at a four-poster, king-sized bed, with the same
carved lion in the wooden headboard that was on the front door.

The room smelled slightly dusty and as she moved around, Tyler
snuck in behind her, opening the sheer curtains, and sliding open the massive
windows to let in some fresh air.

“Oh my…” She moved toward the windows as though she were being
drawn by an invisible force. The light in this main bedroom was so bright, and
the view through the window was magnificent.

“Yeah, I know. I designed the house around this room. I wanted
to be able to wake up to the view of the mountains every morning.”

Laura nodded, her eyes devouring every peak and beautiful tree.

“Then why don’t you sleep in here?”

Both men were silent for so long that Laura had to tear her eyes
away from the window to look at them.

Brandon turned away, shuffling his feet, and Tyler stared at
her, his cheeks slashed with red color.

“Ah, because we
aren’t mated yet.
This room is for when we have our woman.”

“Oh...”
My god! Fuck, they
were for real.

“So you really do expect to have just one woman between you
both.”

Brandon grunted in answer and Tyler glared at him.

“It’s worked for our kind for centuries, Brandon.”

Laura nodded slowly, then cocked her head and stared at Tyler in
confusion.

“Your…kind?”
What did that mean?

Brandon’s head snapped up, his blue eyes glaring at his brother.

Tyler cleared his throat and looked at his feet. “Yeah, well,
we’ll get to that later.”

He looked up at her, his brown eyes heating with need. “But what
you need to know is that we want you, and we’d like to show you.”

Oh God, I want that,
too.

Laura stepped blindly toward Tyler, unable to deny how much she
wanted them both. This went against everything she had ever believed or knew to
be true.

“None of this makes any sense, Tyler.”

She moved right up to him and let a sigh escape her as he
reached out and pulled her against him. Heat sizzled between them, but lower
this time—more a feeling of recognition rather than the fireworks she’d felt
the first time they’d touched her.

“I know…” He dropped his head and kissed her.

Laura’s eyes closed as Tyler’s soft lips drank from her mouth,
his tongue tasting her, igniting her passion.

A second set of hands crept around her middle and pulled her
back so that her ass bumped against his groin.

She broke off from Tyler’s lips and moaned, heat spreading
through her belly.

“Come here.”

Brandon turned her and swung her up into his arms.

“No! I’m too heavy.”

Brandon chuckled, carrying her easily over to the bed and
placing her down on the mattress.

“Yeah, right.”

He stepped back and kicked off his shoes, then stripped off his T-shirt.

“Holy smoke…” Laura stared up from the mattress at Brandon’s
body. He looked like a pro-footballer. His shoulders were so wide, his
pecs
large, square, and beautiful. And his arms…she
shivered as she saw the size of those biceps. He’d be able to break her in half
if he wanted.

“What?” Brandon asked, lifting his chin as though in defiance of
any rebuke she would give him.

She waited, but he didn’t continue, so Laura sat up and smiled
at him.

“You have to know how beautiful you are, Brandon. You obviously
put enough effort into your body.”

She gestured to his massive bulk and he ran a hand across his
chest, flexing his shoulders so that he looked even bigger.

“I like to work out. It makes me feel good.”

She cocked her head and watched the way he looked away, almost
embarrassed.
Impossible.
He can’t be worried about what I think of
his looks.

Laura slipped off the mattress and stood, her toes loving the
soft, plush carpet beneath them. She pressed her hands to his
pecs
, shivering with that intense longing that took over
every time she touched these men.

“You’re spectacular, Brandon.”

He looked back at her, his blue eyes burning with a need she
instinctively knew was just for her.

“As long as you think so,” he said, not reaching for her.

A strange type of power filled her as she felt a tremor run
through Brandon when she began running her hands over his chest. The skin was
smooth and hot, his flat nipples begging for her attention. She reached for the
tiny nubs and ran her fingertips over them until they became hard. Brandon
grabbed her white T-shirt and yanked it up. She lifted her arms, letting him
undress her with jerky motions.

She didn’t care if this went against everything she knew and
believed in. She’d never wanted any man like she wanted these two. When would
she ever get to experience something like this again?

“Tyler, can you pull the curtains please?” She hated how bright
it was.

Tyler didn’t question her, the light just dimmed as though a
switch had been thrown. She released a sigh as Brandon reached behind her,
unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor.