Sucking in a deep breath, she relayed what Heath had done, unable to keep her voice from wavering and revealing how afraid she was his evil, underhandedness would condemn her.
Gavin swore under his breath, his eyes going cold with that feral gleam that the other times had burned hot. Sliding his hands down her sides, he reached around and lifted her against him with a grip of her buttocks. “We’ll take care of this, little one.”
“What...” her voice broke as he dug his fingers into her cheeks, “what are you going to do? Who’s we?” She’d never seen him look so fierce, his face set in stone and implacable. The idea of involving anyone else scared her too much to even consider.
Instead of answering, he ground his mouth on hers, taking her lips in a carnal kiss meant to stake a claim, one she gladly ceded as he rubbed his cock in a slow glide between her pussy lips. The hot water had rinsed away the last of her chills, and his from the warmth of his huge body covering hers. But even through the escalating waves of arousal and pounding need, she wanted to know what he was thinking, worried now he would go too far in avenging her, especially now she knew the possibilities of his alternate form.
Wrenching her mouth free, Aislyn gasped, “Why won’t you tell me? I don’t want anyone else to know, Gavin.” She swiped her hands over her wet face and sent him an irritated look from under the shower spray, forcing her gaze to stay on his face instead of following the sluice of water running down his chest. His green eyes still swirled with the fury he’d shown during her recitation of the web of extortion Heath had trapped her into. Just telling him what happened already released the heavy weight crushing her chest since she’d fled Boise, but his refusal to tell her anything about what he might do to clear her name worried her.
He leaned down again, His silky soft voice produced shivering ripples under her skin as he whispered above her trembling lips, “You can trust my brothers. Other than that, do you really want to know anything else?”
Seeing the hard glint in his eyes, she took the coward’s way out. “No, I guess not, but I still don’t want them involved.” She could only handle so much in one night, and she was still coming to terms with learning he was a shape shifter.
Gavin’s lips curled as he released her butt and braced one hand on the wall next to her head, cupping her breast with the other, his thumb rasping one pouty nipple in a distracting caress. “We’re still the same men you were comfortable with before, Aislyn. You have nothing to fear from any of us.”
“I know, but does Heath? Never mind.” She sighed, pushing against his hand as she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. “I’m still wrapping my mind around all of it though, on top of my own problem.”
“Quit fretting, you have me now, and Cody and Drake. While you’re working on that, I’ll plan my strategy with them. In the meantime”—he dropped his hand and reached out to turn off the water—“it’s off to bed with you.”
Mental and physical exhaustion made it easy for Aislyn to comply without an argument even though she wouldn’t have turned down another heated bout of sex. In the morning she would voice her objection to bringing his brothers in on her troubles again. Asking for Gavin’s help had been difficult and risky enough without jeopardizing his family. She braced her hands on his wide shoulders as he towel dried her with brisk rubs from head to toe, leaving her warm, tingly and even more drowsy by the time he finished. Swooping her up in his arms, she held her breath until he deposited her in his bed and pulled the covers over her. Only then did she let herself drift into a sated, dreamless sleep without worry and fear clouding her head for the first time in days.
Aislyn awoke to the faint grumblings of deep, argumentative voices and a sore body. Rolling over, she stretched, wincing as every muscle protested and the dull ache between her legs made itself known. Her lips tilted in a slow grin as she recalled the reason for that discomfort. A little lingering soreness was a small price to pay for the pleasure she had reaped from Gavin’s rough possession. She never would have believed he could take her higher than the orgasms he had driven her to two years ago, but their frantic coupling in the woods last night proved she still had a lot to learn.
A door slammed shut and Aislyn groaned, sliding out of Gavin’s comfortable bed. The only thing that could have made her happier about sleeping in it last night was if he had slept next her. She had fallen into a deep sleep so fast she hadn’t realized he didn’t come to bed until she roused this morning.
Looking around, she found her panties on the chair in the corner but her dirty clothes were nowhere to be seen. Since those voices sounded like they were coming from the living area between his room and hers, she raided his closet and slipped on a button-up green dress shirt she’d never seen him wear. Tunneling her fingers through her tangled hair, she padded down the hall, pausing on the threshold to the den when Gavin and Cody turned to face her.
“Uh, good morning.” Her toes curled against the wood floor as Gavin eyed her bare legs, his eyes lighting with a possessive gleam.
Cody grinned and raised one black brow as he took in the large shirt that hung to her knees. “Good morning, sweetie. Big brother was just telling Drake and me about your problem.”
Aislyn stiffened and cut her eyes
