31
Savannah
I grabbed the clothes from Sam and rushed into Jaxson’s bathroom while
the two of them muttered about what to do next. It was hard not to eavesdrop
with my keen hearing. Sam was distraught about the sleepers.
They were also talking around something else that they didn’t want me to
know about.
Ears burning, I tried to think of what to do as I slipped into Sam’s clothes.
Even though she was more toned, we were a decent enough size match. I
zipped up and admired myself in the mirror. While Jaxson had seen my bare
ass from plenty of angles now, I liked how taut it looked in Sam’s skinny
jeans.
I smiled when I unfolded the shirt. The front had an illustration of a derby
skater beside big bold letters that said, Warning: I Hit Like a Girl. I flipped it
over, and my smile melted. Bitches With Bite. 2018 Derby Champions. You
Can’t Skate With Us.
My canines started to inch down, but I held them back and pulled the shirt
over my head. It was plenty tight, and as I didn’t have a bra, Jaxson was
going to see exactly how ready I was every time I got near him.
I sighed. He could smell it, anyway. I had to figure out how to mask it or
get used to constantly being a horny beacon.
I returned to the kitchen and sat down on a stool at the high-top counter,
trying not to look at the powerfully built man as he stepped up right beside
me and poured me an espresso. “Have you eaten?”
I blushed. My wolf had stolen a snack of bacon strips off someone’s plate
at an outdoor café. Did that count?
“Sort of?” I breathed in the rich aroma that wafted up from the cup,
though it couldn’t mask his scent. “This is what I really needed. Thanks.”
Sam put her palms on the counter. “Forget coffee. We’re fucked and need
a new plan. You got lucky when you caught up with Kahanov in Italy. And