Miles heaved Rebecca’s pack into the truck bed. He opened the other one, and for the first time she realized it was actually Griffen’s. Miles had brought a smaller pack that he’d stuffed inside. “Griffen’s gonna shift, love.” He lifted his gaze. “Just warning you in case you’d rather not watch.”
She wasn’t sure why he had a sudden concern for her sensibilities when it came to shifting after the number of shifts he and the rest of Griffen’s family had gone through in the last twenty-four hours.
Miles scanned the area and then ushered Griffen to the far side of the truck. “Coast is clear.”
Rebecca realized he was making sure no one was watching. The lot was empty. She couldn’t imagine anyone would appear out of thin air, but hell, you never knew. Mesmerized, she found herself following. She didn’t take her gaze off Griffen as he stretched, elongated, and transformed into the human she’d met on Friday.
Miles tossed him a pair of jeans and then bent down to rustle through the pack again, probably for the rest of Griffen’s clothes.
Griffen chuckled, a deep sound she remembered well. “What? You spent your first hour with Rebecca naked as the day you were born. Not playing tit for tat today?”
Rebecca flushed, her face burning.
Finally, Griffen pulled himself off the ground onto his good leg.
Rebecca forgot to be embarrassed and winced when she saw the wound on the front of his thigh. Amazingly, it looked far more healed than it should. His family wasn’t kidding—it had progressed faster in wolf form.
Still, it was a nasty wound. “I should take a look at that.” She pointed at his leg, trying desperately not to stare at his cock. And trying even harder not to compare it with the other one she knew all too well now.
Without waiting for a response, she kneeled in front of him. She was a nurse, for God’s sake. She’d seen naked genitals. These were no different.
Keep telling yourself that. And the comparison continued, in spite of her best efforts. Griffen was a deep tan everywhere except his ass and down his thighs. Even the skin not usually exposed to sunlight was far darker than hers. He wasn’t as dark as Miles, however. The man’s Native American tones put them both to shame.
Griffen’s cock was long and thick and protruded out from his body fully engorged. His girth might not have quite matched what she remembered about Miles, but his length would perhaps give his friend a run for his money.
As she reached for his thigh to settle her fingers on both sides of the wound, it occurred to her why this was so much different from any other naked body—most of her patients weren’t so blatantly aroused when she saw them.
She flushed again, knowing she had something to do with this display of manhood. Keeping her head bowed, she muttered, “How’s the pain?”
“Not too bad. Significantly better than yesterday.”
She lifted her gaze. “Turn around.”
He did as she said, and she swallowed as her gaze roamed across his firm ass to see the entrance wound on the back of his thigh. It was pinker, but surprisingly scabbed over. “I can’t believe you healed that fast.” She stood, reluctantly releasing his thigh.
“It’s a wolf thing. Trust me, in a few hours you’ll barely know I was ever injured.” He grinned at her and held out his jeans. “You want me to put these on now, nurse? Or you have any more inspecting to do?”
She pursed her lips. Damn him.
Griffen chuckled as he wiggled gingerly into his jeans and then donned a T-shirt and shrugged into his socks and hiking boots.
Miles opened the door to the cab. “Climb in, love. We have a bit of a drive.”
“How far?” And why am I still with you two? “I need to get home.” She slid in through the driver’s side door because clearly that was what Miles intended.
“When is your next shift at the hospital?” Miles asked as he slid in beside her.
“Tuesday afternoon.” She’d intentionally taken Monday off.
“You’ll be there.”
“What?” She whipped her gaze to stare at his profile, her hand landing on his hard thigh without her thinking.
Miles started the truck as Griffen slid into the other side to sandwich her between them.
“I need to get home. I have stuff to do.” Like what? Work out?
All she knew was she needed to escape these two brutes before she did something stupid, like suggest a threesome. Ha. Never gonna happen. But a girl could dream.
Griffen’s arm went around her shoulders, and he dragged her into his side. “Relax, baby. One thing at a time. First we need to go talk to Miles’ grandmother on the reservation. They live on the southern corner of the lake in Sojourn. Then we’ll go from there.” His hand wrapped around her neck, his touch tickling her, and not in a funny way.