Fuck, I wanted that.
No!
She must choose me. Us. Soon.
Soon.
With my wolf appeased, I gave into the pleasure I found in Brooke. Cum shot into the condom as I lost my mind at how fucking good it felt.
I pulled out, and Brooke slumped onto the bed, boneless.
I fell to my back beside her, my hand settling on perfect ass cheek. I had to keep touching her as we recovered. I had no idea how long I stared at the ceiling before Brooke said, “I need clothes.”
I grunted in reply because she really didn’t, in my wolf’s opinion. He was happy with her naked. Forever.
“I have no idea where my panties went–”
I did, right into my jeans pocket.
“–and my skirt is ripped.”
I didn’t say anything for a minute.
“Oh!”
I bolted upright and flew out of bed, looking around the room for the threat to my mate. “What? What’s the matter?”
Brooke laughed as she pushed up on her forearms.
“Nothing. I have a gym bag in my car. It’s got spare clothes in it because I go to yoga class right from work.”
I exhaled and let my shoulders relax. My wolf, too. “Fuck, you had me losing my shit over yoga clothes.”
The thought of my mate in skin tight leggings and a snug top made my dick hard again. The way Brooke was eyeing the involuntary action only made it harder. Except if I could see her in that outfit, then every other man in Denver could, too. I’d leave a trail of broken necks across the city.
“It’s still in the parking garage,” she continued, not caring about my internal freak-out. “Think it’s safe to go down there and get it?”
The thought of the men shooting at her the day before got rid of the hard on.
“I’ll go.” I set my hands on my hips. This was a good thing. While I was out of the room, I’d go down the hall to the penthouse where the fuckers were staying and kill them all. That made me and my wolf happy. “You stay here.”
She pushed up to sit, and she was bare to the waist. Damn, I was going to have to fuck her again before I went.
She smiled. “Where can I go in a hotel robe?”
14
BROOKE
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I stretched on the bed, my body relaxed and sated. Why was it that every time I was with Roy I could go from feeling scared for my life to having crazy hot sex in the blink of an eye? It was like this guy could make me shift gears in a way I spent my whole life trying to learn how to do.
I had to face it–if I’d learned nervous system regulation when I was younger, I probably wouldn’t have needed to become an accountant and bury myself in numbers and spreadsheets. Or maybe I needed a shit-ton more orgasms because they were a great way to relax.
Although just because I was relaxed right now, didn’t mean I should be. The past twenty-four hours had been insane. I needed to call Casey. My bestie was the voice of reason. I couldn’t tell her over the phone what was going on with the mob, but I could at least tell her about meeting Roy.
I grabbed my phone and saw a text message from my mom.