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Try these on.”
    After he strode out, she
clasped the bottoms in her hand, her mind spinning with what just happened.
She’d had the most amazing sex in her life with a generous man and he just
walked out.
    Not quite knowing how to
interpret his actions, she decided to follow his instructions. She removed the
plastic around her knees then peeled off the plastic bag. She flexed her hand
to test the pain level and found the injury didn’t hurt as much. That pleased
her.
    After donning a clean pair of
underwear, she pulled on the pants. They
were ridiculously long, but she rolled the cuffs and pulled the drawstring
tight enough so they wouldn’t fall off.
    Needing a T-shirt beside the
one she’d worn, which had blood over it, she threw on one of the ones Dante had
brought for her. The problem was that her nipples poked through the light pink
tee. The other shirt was white and would be worse. Since she was already
wearing one of Trax’s bottoms, she might as well avail herself to one of his
black shirts. It wasn’t like she’d come here under her own free will. He could
at least lend her something to wear.
    She pulled open the drawer
and picked up, yes, a black T-shirt. The softness surprised her. The intimate
act of routing through his things wasn’t lost on her, but she wasn’t ready to
think about that yet. She slipped the tee over her head. She swam in it, but at
least her nipples didn’t show through, and wearing a bra to bed wasn’t her
favorite thing to do.
    Now, to face the beast.

 
 
    Chapter Seven
    Trax wanted to grab his
brother by the front of the shirt and toss him against the wall. Actually, he would have shifted and fought
Dante wolf to wolf if Liz hadn’t been here.
    “What were you thinking?” He
couldn’t let it go. “Her smell is all over you. Are you trying to ruin my
life?”
    Dante looked behind him as if
he expected Liz to come out of the bedroom any minute. He turned back around
and shot him his usual smartass grin. “You need to learn to relax. I’ll tell
you, her pussy was divine and her tits sublime.”
    Trax wasn’t even aware of
striking his brother in the jaw until pain rippled up his arm. Dante was a
beast. If he ever worked out, he’d be unbeatable.
    Dante held up his hands
pissing him off even more. “Got to you, didn’t I?”
    “No. You got to her. What
happens after we toss Couch’s butt in jail for life and Liz gets to go back to
her life?”
    Dante wagged a finger. “Now
that we’ve connected, she
won’t wander far. Not if I can help it .”
    He didn’t have the chance to
set his brother straight because the door from his room opened. Trax didn’t
want to take in the sight of her, but with her standing there in his T-shirt
wearing those gaudy bottoms his mom had given him one Christmas, he couldn’t
help himself. His damn cock jumped to attention, and he had to squash the urge
to adjust his balls. No way did he want her to know how much he desired
her—how much she affected him.
    She lowered her gaze and that
submissive gesture made it worse. Images of her kneeling in front of him while
he grabbed her blond mane and told her to suck on his cock forced him to walk
back to the kitchen. His need for control even surprised him sometimes. Dante
claimed when that Colter killed their dad he’d assumed the position of man in
the family. At the tender age of fourteen, taking control was his way of
coping.
    “Is it okay that I borrowed a
few of your things?” she asked from across the room.
    Damn it. She almost sounded
afraid. His protection mechanism intensified, but he turned his back to
her and waved a hand. “Sure. Take what you need.”
    “Thanks.”
    He got an apple out of the
fridge and took a bite. The juices dribbled down his chin and he imagined Liz
licking his face clean. This was absolutely the wrong time for a woman who
appeared to be their mate to come into his life. His body sure as hell wanted
her, but she didn’t need more trouble in her life.