Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) (25 page)

None of those scenarios explained why his mate was blocking him, however. She didn’t have any reason to keep it secret that she was going in to work.

Miles finally pushed off the counter and headed for the master bathroom. The door was closed, but as he turned the knob, he found it wasn’t locked, which allowed him to blow out a long breath.

He stepped into the room and leaned against the door, letting it snick shut again behind him.

God, she was sexy. Her head was tipped back, and water sluiced down her face and across her fucking hot naked body. Her hair was up in a knot on top of her head as she attempted to keep it relatively dry.

She ran her hands down her body, over her chest, and across her belly before she realized he was watching.

When she did, she flinched, a small gasp reaching his ears over the running water.

He narrowed his gaze at her. “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” Her tone was wrong, her single syllable too sharp. “I just need to go into work early. They’re swamped.”

“Rebecca?”

She hadn’t met his gaze. She was hiding something. Why?

She finished her shower in silence, a slight tremble in her movements as she fumbled with the soap and rushed through the rest of her washing.

He was certain she wanted him to leave, but he didn’t give her that. She was his mate. She was keeping something from him. And that something made her nervous.

She also wasn’t going to share.

When she flipped off the water, she opened the door to grab a towel but remained inside the glass enclosure while she dried. Now she hid her body too.

Miles hated that even more.

She finally met his gaze briefly as she stepped from the shower, her towel wrapped tightly around her body, covering way too much of her skin. She gave him a brief fake smile. “I need to hurry.”

“Obviously.”

“Ugh. I still don’t have my car.”

“Wouldn’t matter.” He stared hard at the back of her head as she spread lotion up her soft smooth leg.

Without lifting her face, she continued. “Why don’t you drop me off at my apartment, and I’ll pick it up? That way you don’t have to keep chauffeuring me around.”

“Why don’t
you
tell me what’s going on that’s making you too nervous to meet my gaze while I drive you to work?”

She hesitated long enough for him to know he’d hit a nerve and then set her lotion on the counter and headed his direction. When she met him, she set her hands on his chest and lifted her gaze, that same pasted-on smile in place. She furrowed her brow as though confused—also fake. “No idea what you’re talking about. I’m not nervous. I’m just trying to hurry.”

“Uh-huh.” He gripped her biceps and tipped her back a few inches. She smelled fantastic, all girly soap and lotions and clean. Griffen must have stocked the bathroom with her favorites. He wanted to lose the towel and cover her in his scent instead.

Mark his territory so to speak. He didn’t know if there were any shifters working in her hospital, and it didn’t really matter because no one else would be able to align with her even if they tried, but he still wished she would go to work with his come leaking from her pussy instead of masking herself with soap and lotions.

“Miles… I really have to go.” Her voice was low. She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Then she pushed back and strode from the room.

It cost her, though. She might have been keeping a secret, but she was as affected by his scent as he was hers.

Hell, they’d had sex less than an hour ago.
And it wasn’t enough
.

His cock came to attention, the urge to claim her body immediately consuming him. He hung his head as he turned to follow her into the bedroom.

She stood at the dresser where Griffen had piled her clothes the day before, all folded neat and tidy. Nothing like the whirlwind that greeted him when he entered her apartment to pack up her things the other day.

To say he was shocked at how messy his mate could be was an understatement. Stunned was more like it. He hadn’t seen evidence of that from her. Granted, until then she’d been living out of a backpack with about four items of clothing to her name, but she’d kept it organized all the same.

Perhaps she was a polite house guest. Not that he considered her a guest in his home nor in Griffen’s. These two houses were hers now. He already considered his house more hers than his own. She could do anything she wanted with the place. He wouldn’t care if she changed the entire color scheme to pink if it made her smile.

She wasn’t smiling right now.

He froze while he watched her actions, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

She picked up about three shirts off the top of one stack and grabbed the one under them, carefully replacing the top ones. She even straightened them as if they were crooked.

Miles frowned. She grabbed a pair of pants, also scrubs, from another pile, accidentally snagging the next ones, causing them to fall to the floor.

He watched as she bent over, picked up the fallen pair, folded them neatly, and put them back on the pile.

She turned toward the bed. “You gonna watch me dress?” Her voice wobbled.

He shook himself from the thought that something didn’t feel right about her movements. More than the obvious—that she was indeed nervous, jittery, and keeping something from him. In two strides, he made it to her side, grabbed the clothes in her hand, and tossed them on the bed.

Next, he reached for the towel and tugged it free, letting it fall where it may.

Two seconds later, he lifted her beneath her arms and set her ass on the bed, pushing her back until she fell flat with an
oomph
.

Two seconds after that, he cupped his hands under her thighs, spread them wide and bent at the knees, and lowered his face to her pussy. He inhaled first, reminding himself how she was supposed to smell under the fear and stress. He’d wiped that emotion away with his movements, wanting his sweet mate back.

He would do anything to chase away whatever was bothering her so she returned to being the woman he’d claimed just a few days ago—a woman who wasn’t modest and didn’t care if he saw her naked. A woman who shook her sweet tits over his face until he sucked them into his mouth on more than one occasion.

He got his wish. She moaned as she settled into the mattress, her body relaxing, the tension seeping away as he sucked her clit into his mouth and then gently bit into her soft nub with his teeth.

“Miles…”

Yes, that was what he wanted to hear. Not the jumble of craziness that had clouded her mind for the past day, but his name slipping from her lips on a sigh. “Give it to me, love,” he lifted his face to mutter.

And she did, threading her hands in his hair to dislodge his ponytail and lifting her ass off the bed to make purchase with his mouth.

As she came, she screamed his name and then grunted through the pulses against his lips. He loved pressing his tongue against her clit as it throbbed.

Heaven.

Without a word, he reached over to the dresser, snagged a pair of her panties, and hauled them up her legs while she stared at him, her bottom lip between her teeth. Then he tugged her hands to pull her to sitting and held out her bra.

She lifted both arms and let him arrange that scrap of lace also. He hated covering up her gorgeous smooth skin, but he didn’t want to share her with everyone in the hospital either, so his choices were limited.

“I’m not a child,” she finally muttered.

“I know.” He kissed her nose after pulling her shirt over her head. “And thank God.” He lifted her off the bed then and kneeled down to help her step into her pants. “But I like taking care of you, and right now you have me by the balls, so let me do this.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her hands landing on his head and then weaving into his hair.

When he finished dressing her, he stood and wrapped her in his arms, his chin against the top of her head. “You smell better now.”

“How’s that?” she mumbled into his chest, her hands slipping around his torso to hold him tight.

“Like sex. Like come. Like arousal. I prefer it over the soap. I don’t prefer it over having
my
scent all over your body and inside your pussy, but we don’t have time for that right now. I’ll feel marginally better that you smell like you were just fucked, or masturbated.”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

He cupped her head and pulled her face back to grin at her. “Don’t worry. Only a wolf would be able to scent it on you.”

She scrunched up her face. “And how would I know if there were shifters working in my hospital?”

He smiled wider. “You would not. And since I haven’t been inside, I can’t say for sure, either. But now you can wander through the halls for the rest of the day glancing in both directions to see if anyone seems to be eyeing you with a smirk. It will keep your mind off whatever shit is happening in your pretty head that you aren’t sharing.” He kissed her forehead and turned to walk away, leaving her with her mouth hanging open and no sound coming out.

That’s right, love. I’m on to you. I don’t know what you’re keeping from us, but I do know that something happened you aren’t sharing.

Rebecca’s nerves were beyond frayed when she entered the hospital twenty minutes later. Her legs felt weak from the recent orgasm and the blatant deep kiss Miles had landed on her at the employee entrance.

Luckily no one had been looking. How the hell was she going to explain this thing she had with two men to her coworkers? Because she wasn’t dumb enough to think she could keep it a secret forever, especially if Miles couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

It was only noon. Her shift started at three. She’d fibbed about needing to be there early. The reality was she needed to talk to her supervisor, and she didn’t want to explain why to Miles.

She also needed to get out of the testosterone-filled condo before she lost all her brain cells. When she was outside or even at the hospital, she could dampen her arousal. When she was inside either man’s home or any enclosed space with them, she couldn’t control her libido. It was absurd. No matter how many times they fucked, she wanted them again. Even immediately
after
having sex with either or both of them, she wasn’t sated.

As Rebecca stepped up to the sliding glass doors at the back of the hospital, she discovered another nurse, Cecelia, leaning against the wall under the awning. The woman had a shit-eating grin on her face, and she held a bag of pretzels in one hand. “Who was that sexy hunk of man I saw with his tongue halfway down your throat? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

Rebecca cringed inwardly. Shit. Already the questions started. After about two days of agreeing she would publicly be Griffen’s girlfriend, her ridiculous cover was blown to shit by Miles in the driveway right in front of her place of employment.

Fuck
.

Part of her was pissed. She had no hope of explaining this situation to a single living soul.

For now, Rebecca chose the cop-out route. She lifted both brows and gave Cecelia a broad grin as she kept walking by.

Two minutes later, she knocked on the nursing supervisor’s door and then entered when Marian said, “Come in.”

Rebecca took a deep breath and sat on the front corner of the chair across from Marian. She’d done everything in her power to reach this location before losing it, and the second she landed on the seat, she let the tears fall.

Marian jumped up and rounded the desk. She took Rebecca in her arms and held her against her waist. “I’m so sorry, hon. This sucks.”

The words Marian had spoken to her over the phone still rang in her head.

Fire the whore or suffer the consequences
.

It was a second e-mail sent directly to Marian from the same anonymous address as the picture. Somebody wanted her gone. And they meant it. They weren’t fucking around anymore with mild suggestions. This was serious.

Marian tipped Rebecca’s head back. “You know I don’t believe a word of this shit, right?”

Rebecca’s lip trembled. She didn’t know what to say. As far as most people would be concerned, nothing in the e-mails was inaccurate.

In fact, not ten minutes after receiving the news about this e-mail, she’d spread her legs and let Miles drive her to the moon with his mouth. Who did that?

It was like she couldn’t stop herself. She was losing her mind where it concerned Miles and Griffen. Equally. Either man made her unable to make good choices. Together they destroyed her.

She couldn’t continue this way. She indeed felt every bit the whore indicated by the e-mail. She’d never met a single woman who lived in a ménage with two men. It was something out of a romance novel. Not real life.

“Talk to me,” Marian said as she sat on the chair next to Rebecca and released her with a last caress to Rebecca’s cheek. “What’s going on?”

Rebecca could only shake her head as more tears fell. “I can’t explain it.” Literally. One thing she knew for sure was the story of paranormal activity was never leaving her lips. Ever. Not the wolf shifting men sharing her bed or the strange black shadow trying to scare the fuck out of them.

“I’m open minded, Rebecca. Give me a shot.”

Rebecca closed her eyes. “I met them both in the same weekend.” Marian didn’t need to know it had been just last weekend. “They’re friends. They both liked me. I thought… I thought I needed to choose. But they didn’t see it that way. And God, Marian…” She didn’t continue, pausing as she realized the woman didn’t need to hear about her sex life.

“Jesus. That’s so hot.”

When Rebecca opened her eyes to meet Marian’s gaze, she found her boss had slumped in the chair and was fanning herself with one hand.

“It’s…”

“It is what it is, hon. If they make you happy, even if for a while, it’s your business. I’m not going to fire you over who you choose to sleep with.”

Rebecca nodded, pursing her lips and wiping away the new tear that fell.

“The white guy is one of the Masters’ sons, isn’t he?”