“You can’t take her home. Her parents will freak if they see her in this condition. Drive her to my house. She can stay with me.”
“No way is my mate staying with you.”
“I mean it when I say she can’t go home. I know what you are.”
“She won’t go home. I’ll take her to my house.”
“No way, man. She can’t stay with you. Jess doesn’t know you. I don’t know you. I know you’re a shifter, but that doesn’t mean you won’t hurt her.”
“She is mine.” Brandon’s lion was starting to take over, and he didn’t like another man telling him he couldn’t have his mate.
“No, she isn’t. Bring her to my house, and I’ll message her parents to tell them she stayed with me. They know me.”
“I said no fucking way. Jezebel will stay at my house. I’ll message her parents on her phone and tell them she stayed at Sasha’s. Jezebel is my mate. I will look after her. You didn’t even remember her birthday.”
Travis took a step closer to him, his face red and his fists clenched. “We have had a lot going on, and she usually reminds us. If she doesn’t, her mother does. I wonder why she didn’t.” Travis frowned and took a step back and looked into the passenger seat then back to him. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but here it goes. It is her birthday. I think it would make her night if you were nice to her and she got to say at your house.” Travis scrubbed his hand over his face. “If you could be really nice and give her a birthday kiss that would be even better.” He groaned. “I can’t believe I actually said that. Oh God. Please don’t tell her I said that. Um … just forget what I said.” He backed away and then turned and ran to his car and got in.
Brandon shook his head. He didn’t know what he should feel about his mate’s friend trying to pimp her onto him. He walked to his side of the car and got in. He put the keys in the ignition and glanced at Jezebel to see her dozing before turning back to the road and driving the couple of streets over to his house. He’d bought the house only a couple of months after Savron bought his. He wanted to be close to his brother, and this neighborhood was all shifters.
Pulling into his driveway Brandon opened his garage door and drove in. Parking, he stopped his car and got out of the car and went around and gently lifted his sleeping mate out of the car.
“I’m nots home, am I?” Jezebel said sleepily, not even opening her eyes in his arms.
“No, you’re not home.”
Jezebel snuggled into him. “Mmm, that’s good.”
Shifting her up on him, Brandon held her tight as he let go with one hand and unlocked the garage door to his house and walked into the dining room off his kitchen, then kicked the door behind him closed.
He walked with his precious bundle to his room and placed her on his bed. Jezebel groaned and wiggled deeper into the bed. Brandon debated if he should take her clothes off. She was wearing a dress and heels. Surely they couldn’t be comfortable to sleep in. Leaning down, he took her shoes off and placed them at the end of the bed. When he went back to Jezebel he noticed that the dress had hiked up revealing thick, shapely thighs. Unable to resist and eager to see more of her he whispered, “Help me get you out of your clothes?”
Jezebel moaned and sat up wriggling out of the dress and threw it on the floor. Then she sighed and lay back down, the whole time not opening her eyes.
Brandon’s grin turned into an agonizing growl at the sight before him. Jezebel lay on the bed in a black, lacy lingerie set, her breasts spilling out of the cups. Taking a deep breath in he tried to calm his raging body, which burned for the woman lying in front of him. Should he sleep somewhere else? If he got into bed beside her, would he be able to control himself? Brandon reminded himself she was drunk and didn’t know him. He wanted to hold her so bad. Brandon wanted to be with her. He could do this. Letting out a breath he stripped out of his clothes and placed them in the washing basket before he got on the bed and gently gathered Jezebel to him. Jezebel didn’t resist and came willingly, even sighing and wrapping her arms around him.
Brandon chuckled as her mobile fell out of her bra when she took a deep breath and snuggled into him better. Reaching for her phone he wrote a message and found a number that said “Mom” and another that said “Dad” and sent the message to them. He put the phone on the bedside table and then wrapped his arms around Jezebel. He held his mate to his naked body, content, and let sleep take him.
Chapter Two
Jess was having the best dream. She didn’t want to wake. A strong, manly spicy scent surrounded her, and the rough pads of fingertips glided over her body sending delicious tingles coursing straight to her pussy. Her hands roamed over a hard muscular body. Jess could feel the impressive erection pressed against her thighs.