Rebecca’s Wolves(18)

Miles came around behind her and took her arm, helping her into her jacket. She switched the protein bar to her other hand to aid in the process.

When he finished, he reached around her from both sides and zipped her up.

She lifted her face to him as he circled back to her pack. “Are you going to put some clothes on?” She tried to sound nonchalant, but if the man didn’t cover himself soon, she would have a stroke. His damn cock bobbed in front of him every time he moved.

She’d seen every sort of human body part in every length and girth as a nurse, too many to count, but his was larger than any she’d had the pleasure to meet before, and consistently erect.

“If you wish.” He chuckled again as he grabbed his jeans and shrugged into them.

She wasn’t sure that look was better. The way the worn denim hugged his body perfectly, hanging loosely around his hips, made her lick her lips. He zipped them but didn’t bother to button them, so the trail of hair to his cock was there like an arrow, beckoning her to continue to stare. He seemed totally unaffected by the colder air.

Rebecca closed her eyes and moaned. She didn’t mean to. It just happened. Seconds later, Miles leaned over Griffen and gripped the back of her neck with his enormous hand. “Please don’t do that, love. I can’t take it.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide. Moan?

When he released her, his hand trailed across her cheek and down her arm. “Eat.” He nodded at the bar hanging loosely in her hand, forgotten.

Miles went back to perusing the contents of her bag. She should have felt an invasion of privacy. Something. Anything. But somehow the feeling didn’t materialize. Instead she had the sense she was his responsibility to care for, and that included ensuring she had everything she needed. “Oh good, you carry a Mylar blanket. Good girl.”

She took another bite. Did he think she was an idiot? Nobody hiked as often or as far as she did without carrying a blanket. Anything could happen on a hike.

And it had.

Griffen’s brothers moved around the group, gathering their belongings and piling them next to the stone where Griffen lay.

Trace asked the question Rebecca was thinking. “You going to stay human, Miles?”

“Yes. One of us should. It should be me.”

“Of course.” He set a hand on Miles’ shoulder. “Let me know if you need to switch.”

“Not going to happen, brother. But thanks.”

Again, Rebecca felt like she wasn’t privy to the meaning of their words. She didn’t have the energy to ask questions, though. She finished her protein bar.

Miles reached for the wrapper as though he were so in tune with her every move he anticipated the exact moment she would hand off the trash. He handed her a bottle of water next. “Drink,” he commanded. “All of it.”

Jeez.

While she watched, he stood and took a few long strides to the edge of the path. He grabbed a pile of brush and spread it out on the ground next to the large rock about a foot beneath Griffen. He repeated the action several times and then took the jackets Trace handed him and made a sort of makeshift bed out of the soft brush.

Rebecca caught on to his plan quickly.

“Help me move Griffen to the ground here,” Miles said toward Griffen’s brothers. “We’ll be more protected from the wind and trap our woman between us.”

Our woman?

Rebecca flinched. He used the strangest words sometimes.

Zachary and Logan helped ease Griffen off the ledge and onto the ground against the rock.

Miles grabbed another bottle of water, and Griffen lifted his head to drink it greedily from Miles’ cupped hand.

“Okay. Ready, love?”

Ready for what?

He nodded to the bed of brush and jackets. “You’re shaking. Let’s get you warm.”

She pulled herself to standing where she still sat on the rock above them. Her legs shook from sitting so long. And she had another problem. “I need to, um, pee.” She nodded toward the thick trees. “Can I have the flashlight?”

Miles stood, grabbing the light and reaching for her hand. “I’ll take you.”

“Uh…” No fucking way.

He smirked. “Everyone pees. I’m familiar with the process. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you wander away alone.”

He had a point, but still.

Reluctantly, she took his hand and followed him into the brush several yards.

The others were so quiet. Why? Even Sharon had hardly spoken since Miles arrived.

When Miles was satisfied with their location, he stopped. “Here is good.”

She lifted her gaze to him. Could she do this? Jesus. “At least turn around.”

He narrowed his gaze, glanced around, and then consented with a huff and a scowl.