She didn’t know.Wasn’t even sure if she wanted to find out, but she needed to get out of this room, and if they had some answers that would help give her a touch more freedom, then that was all for the good.
She watched as he curled upright, the muscles in his abs bulging as he swung out of bed.
“I take it we’re both coming?”she said wryly.
He shot her a look.“You should stay here.”
“What?And stay in the dark?”A snort escaped her.“Nope.Think again.”
He grunted, but when he looked at her, she felt as well as saw the warmth in his eyes.“So damn stubborn.”
She winked.“You know it, babe.”
“Are you going down in that?”he asked, aghast.
“Why not?”she murmured, peering down at herself.
She was perfectly respectable in a pair of yoga pants and a baggy shirt.After their last bout of mattress gymnastics, she’d gotten showered—she loved it when he came on her, but Jesus, it made a mess—so she was clean.
Peering down at herself, she asked, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
He scowled.“You can see your legs.”
She snorted, lifted a hand to hide the amused curve of her lips.“Yeah, they’re like a half of me.I can’t really hide them.”
He huffed.“But you can see all your legs.And if you sit just so, you’ll get a camel toe.I don’t want those cops lusting after your pussy.”
For a second, she gaped at him.“You did not just say that.”
He grumbled.“I did just say that.”He stalked toward her, a displeased scowl on his brow.She didn’t back off, didn’t move away from him, but let him approach and then smacked him on the shoulder.“Not everyone’s as obsessed with my pussy as you and my other mates.”
An angry glint appeared in her usually placid mate’s eye.“You’d be surprised.”
Because he was acting so out of character, she cupped his chin.“Are you feeling okay?”
He blinked.“Of course.”
“There’s no ‘of course’ about it,” she retorted with a grumble.“You’re acting weird.”
He wriggled his shoulders.“I’m fine.”
She shook her head, knew he was hiding something but that he also wasn’t about to tell her what.
To be fair, he didn’t seem to realize he was acting like a chauvinist and Marc was usually very self-aware so maybe his brain was two steps behind his mouth in light of the cops’ arrival.
Deciding to forgive him the slip up, she stroked his jaw and murmured, “Come on.I don’t want to miss this.I want to know what they have to say.”
He sighed.“At least put on a jacket.”
Rolling her eyes, she darted away from him, jerked the door open and with a giggle, ran out of the room and down the landing toward the stairs.
She heard him growl and take off after her, but he was too late.She was already heading into the foyer where she could see Ryan and Trip were greeting the cops.
As she appeared, the men, all of them, even the goddamn Wolf, reared back.
Their visual rejection had her flinching.“What’s wrong?”she demanded, mortified when the males all put their hands to their noses.
It was so hard not to raise her arm and sniff her pits, but she was clean, for God’s sake.She’d scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed because their cum was like freaking glue when it dried.
