Jealous And Freakn' by Eve Langlais Page B

slated to be in a threesome like me and Ethan. Can you handle sharing?”
    “Never thought about it,” he answered honestly. “Then again, I also never thought I’d ever find a mate like you either. The idea of having to share her with another man…” Should have disgusted him, made him walk away, done something other than rouse his curiosity as to how he’d feel watching her in the arms of another. Or more decadent, joining in.
    He’d seen the happiness Ethan and his brother shared with Naomi, heard their indiscreet cries of pleasure as they spent every night together, the three of them at once. Could he handle it? If it means pleasing Francine? Probably , dammit.
    “Don’t let the whole other guy thing wig you out. Just keep your focus on her and you’ll see the pleasure is well worth it. But discussing my sex life wasn’t the reason why I called. Some dude has been staking out the neighborhood and I think it’s because of you.”
    “Oh that’s priceless. Blame me even if I’m not there.”
    “Who else should I blame when the truck we found stashed in the woods has plates with a dealership sticker from our hometown?”
    A curse slipped from him. “What does the stalker look like?”
    As Javier described the man, Alejandro’s grip on the phone tightened to the point he heard plastic cracking. “Fuck. He followed me.”
    “Who?”
    “Bloody hunter whose daughter I banged one night drunk. I think he saw me shifting in the woods when I left her room.”
    “You fucking idiot.”
    “It wasn’t my fault. I’d left her bedroom and thought I was alone. The bastard was hiding in a blind wearing some fucking animal piss that masked his scent. He took a pot shot at me, but I got away. The next day, I heard he was in town making inquiries, trying to find out who I was. Rather than lead him to Mama and the others, I thought I’d take a vacation and visit family.”
    “And led him straight to us.”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect him to find my trail.” A trite reply to a possible sticky situation.
    Javier sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Shit happens. I’ll let the neighborhood know and we’ll be on our guard. You might want to stay away from here though. I don’t want Naomi in danger.”
    Just the thought of her or the babies she carried getting hurt made him sick to his stomach. “I should probably go to a hotel so that Francine is safe too.”
    “And leave her alone if he’s already found you?”
    Double fuck. He couldn’t leave her unguarded. “Good point. Thanks for the warning. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”
    They exchanged good-byes and hung up. Staring at the ceiling where the sound of water running had stopped, he couldn’t help clenching his fists in anger. If that bastard dares to harm a hair on her head… He’d kill him, pure and simple.

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    Chapter Seven
     
    Hanging off his arm, nattering nonstop, Mitchell refrained from sighing at Jenny’s annoying presence. In the past, he’d never noticed certain things about her, such as her too slim frame—unlike someone’s plush, curvy one. Ignored her habit of using too much makeup—so different from a certain fresh-faced girl with freckles he knew. Tuned out her stupid attempts at conversation, while recalling the fun he’d had verbally sparring with another.
    Even on a date with a girl guaranteed to give him a good time, he couldn’t stop thinking about Francine. Worse, he kept comparing her to Jenny, and poor Jenny, she couldn’t seem to win in any category.
    He actually began thinking of ways to ditch his eager date when they came in. Looking ridiculously gorgeous—and nothing like a sister, dammit—Francine wore a short red skirt that flared, a tight top that showed off cleavage deep enough to swallow a hand, oh and a certain cat, whose possessive arm around her staked his claim quite effectively.
    Bright eyes only lightly outlined with dark eyeliner skimmed over him, and he didn’t miss the quirk of her lips