One Night with the Shifter. Theresa Meyers

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      Ty rolled beside her, tucking her in tightly against him, his body hot and slick behind hers.

      “That was...amazing,” she murmured. His fingers gently combed through the strands of her damp hair, then he kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing over her shoulder.

      “I don’t know how you do it, but somehow you’re even sweeter than you were before.”

      She laughed, husky and low.

      Downstairs the front door slammed shut. Jess froze, turning rigid like a rabbit sensing a predator.

      Shit.

      One of her brothers was home.

      Ty didn’t relish the idea of meeting one of Jess’s older brothers without any pants. But considering he’d left them on the floor downstairs, and he didn’t wear underwear, walking out of her bedroom with any sort of dignity was impossible.

      His sensitive Were hearing picked up a string of muffled curses before heavy footsteps moved up the wooden staircase in their direction. Ty wasn’t afraid of them, but neither did he want to fight them. His emotions were already jangled up enough by the Mesmer and the outrageous sex he’d enjoyed with Jess. And he was running low on reserves of decency and humanity about now. If he got good and pissed enough, he’d have a hard time not wolfing out.

      “Just how pissed off are your brothers going to be if they find me in here with you?” Ty’s philosophy was that it was better to know what to expect and be prepared than go into the situation blindly.

      Her pretty face screwed into a disgruntled frown. “It’s really none of their business. I don’t go barging in on them when they bring girls home, so why should I get treated any different?”

      A knock sounded on Jess’s bedroom door.

      Because she was their little sister, that’s why.

      * * *

      Jess huffed and gripped the bedcovers in fistfuls, annoyed the boys were home early, ruining her promised evening alone.

      “Hey, Jess. You okay?” Edgar. He must have finished up early at the county morgue.

      “Fine,” she called out.

      “Hey, I, um, brought you some takeout for dinner. You and your friend hungry?”

      Jess tried not to snicker at Edgar’s use of the word friend. As a coroner he spent so much time with dead people, maybe he considered anything with a heartbeat friendly. “No, but thanks.”

      “Okay. I’ll leave yours in the fridge if you want it later.”

      “Thanks,” Ty called out.

      Jess slapped him in the chest, waiting until her brother’s footsteps faded down the hallway. “What do you think you’re doing?” she half whispered, half muttered.

      Ty gave her a wicked smile, skimming his warm hands under the sheet and around her waist, then pulling her into his chest. “Trust me, he knows I’m in here. Might as well let him know I realize he’s there, too.”

      Jess rolled her eyes. “Honestly, is there ever a time you guys don’t get into some kind of pissing match over territory?”

      He glanced up at the ceiling, winced a bit, then slowly shook his head, his black hair falling over his eyes making him look even more disreputable. “No. Not really.”

      She gave a mock sigh. “I should have known better than to ask.”

      “Speaking of asking, I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what your last name is now, and maybe give me your number?”

      Jess pretended to think it over for a moment. “Well, I guess you’ve earned it.”

      He looked affronted for a moment.

      “My last name’s Brierly.”

      Ty went oddly still, a flash of something in his eyes setting her on edge. “What? What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing. Just not looking forward to meeting your brothers.”

      Jess smothered a laugh against his shoulder. “Me, either.”

      “All my clothes are still downstairs.” So are the foil packets littering the floor.

      Jess glanced at her dresser. “Well, that leaves pajama bottoms or a bathrobe. Pick your poison.”

      “Pajama bottoms.”

      “Good pick.”

      She rose from the bed, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked body. Ty caught her hand and Jess turned back. “Maybe we should make them wait.”

      Jess’s gaze strayed to his growing erection. “Maybe we should get you some pants before you can’t fit into them.”

      He gave her a wolfish grin. “Only if you promise to help me take them off later.” He pulled her gently toward him and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, cradling his cheek against the smooth warm skin of her belly, then started kissing her just below her navel, nuzzling the silky hair as he moved lower.

      She pushed back on his head, holding it in her hands. “You’ve probably already got me in enough trouble, mister.”

      “Me? If anyone’s going to get grilled, it’s going to be me, not you.”

      Jess wriggled out of his hold and padded over to the dresser, her feet making a whisper of sound on the hardwood floor. She pulled open a drawer, yanked out a pair of blue-green-and-white-plaid pajama bottoms and tossed them to him. “They might be a bit snug, given, uh, your impressive proportions,” she said, glancing over her shoulder as she opened the door to her closet and pulled out a short fluffy white bathrobe with images of cuddly kittens romping all over it.

      * * *

      “That was door number two?” Ty asked, the sarcasm undisguised in his voice, and he pulled the plaid pajama bottoms on.

      “See? Told you you made a good choice.”

      She pulled on the bathrobe.

      “Aren’t you going to wear anything underneath that?”

      Jess quirked a brow. “Why should I? You don’t wear anything under your pants.”

      True. But then imagining her naked beneath that fluffy soft bathrobe was likely to give him a hard-on that wasn’t going away any time soon. Not exactly the accessory he wanted to be wearing when he met her brothers.

      “Humor me.”

      She sighed and grabbed her panties from the floor and slid them up her long bare legs.

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