“You didn’t bring my pajamas.”
“I’m sure Trax won’t mind if you borrow something to wear. His hips are smaller than mine or else I’d lend you something.” He strode over to a dresser, pulled open a drawer, and lifted a pair of dark green flannel drawstring pants. He tugged off the tag and tossed them to her. “Brand new. Try these on.”
After he strode out, she clasped the bottoms in her hand, her mind spinning with what just happened. She’d had the most amazing sex in her life with a generous man and he just walked out.
Not quite knowing how to interpret his actions, she decided to follow his instructions. She removed the plastic around her knees then peeled off the plastic bag. She flexed her hand to test the pain level and found the injury didn’t hurt as much. That pleased her.
After donning a clean pair of underwear, she pulled on the pants. They were ridiculously long, but she rolled the cuffs and pulled the drawstring tight enough so they wouldn’t fall off.
Needing a T-shirt beside the one she’d worn, which had blood over it, she threw on one of the ones Dante had brought for her. The problem was that her nipples poked through the light pink tee. The other shirt was white and would be worse. Since she was already wearing one of Trax’s bottoms, she might as well avail herself to one of his black shirts. It wasn’t like she’d come here under her own free will. He could at least lend her something to wear.
She pulled open the drawer and picked up, yes, a black T-shirt. The softness surprised her. The intimate act of routing through his things wasn’t lost on her, but she wasn’t ready to think about that yet. She slipped the tee over her head. She swam in it, but at least her nipples didn’t show through, and wearing a bra to bed wasn’t her favorite thing to do.
Now, to face the beast.
Chapter Seven
Trax wanted to grab his brother by the front of the shirt and toss him against the wall. Actually, he would have shifted and fought Dante wolf to wolf if Liz hadn’t been here.
“What were you thinking?” He couldn’t let it go. “Her smell is all over you. Are you trying to ruin my life?”
Dante looked behind him as if he expected Liz to come out of the bedroom any minute. He turned back around and shot him his usual smartass grin. “You need to learn to relax. I’ll tell you, her pussy was divine and her tits sublime.”
Trax wasn’t even aware of striking his brother in the jaw until pain rippled up his arm. Dante was a beast. If he ever worked out, he’d be unbeatable.
Dante held up his hands pissing him off even more. “Got to you, didn’t I?”
“No. You got to her. What happens after we toss Couch’s butt in jail for life and Liz gets to go back to her life?”
Dante wagged a finger. “Now that we’ve connected, she won’t wander far. Not if I can help it.”
He didn’t have the chance to set his brother straight because the door from his room opened. Trax didn’t want to take in the sight of her, but with her standing there in his T-shirt wearing those gaudy bottoms his mom had given him one Christmas, he couldn’t help himself. His damn cock jumped to attention, and he had to squash the urge to adjust his balls. No way did he want her to know how much he desired her—how much she affected him.
She lowered her gaze and that submissive gesture made it worse. Images of her kneeling in front of him while he grabbed her blond mane and told her to suck on his cock forced him to walk back to the kitchen. His need for control even surprised him sometimes. Dante claimed when that Colter killed their dad he’d assumed the position of man in the family. At the tender age of fourteen, taking control was his way of coping.
“Is it okay that I borrowed a few of your things?” she asked from across the room.
Damn it. She almost sounded afraid. His protection mechanism intensified, but he turned his back to her and waved a hand. “Sure. Take what you need.”
“Thanks.”
He got an apple out of the fridge and took a bite. The juices dribbled down his chin and he imagined Liz licking his face clean. This was absolutely the wrong time for a woman who appeared to be their mate to come into his life. His body sure as hell wanted her, but she didn’t need more trouble in her life. Liz would be better off if he spent his time chasing after Couch instead of pursuing her.
When he turned around and headed back to the living room, Liz had moved to the sofa. Dante had joined her. Seeing the two of them together altered something inside him. It wasn’t so much jealousy, since Dante would share, but his more primal need emerged, surprising him.
“We’re going after Couch tomorrow,” he told her.