As if that could stop me.
I hear a splash from upstairs, and my heart stops. She’s in my tub? Which means she’s naked. Just like me. My bear likes this situation a little too much, and I stop myself from climbing the stairs with difficulty.
No, we can’t do this.
That makes him growl louder in my head, and for a second, I agree with his sentiment. Why can’t we? She broke into our house. Got in our tub and made herself at home.
I creep back into the kitchen and pick up the phone that Drake had put in all the cabins. Cell service is spotty during storms, so we needed guests to be able to call for help if needed.
I dial his number quickly and tap my fingers on my thigh, waiting for him to pick up.
“What?” he growls.
“Drive over to my cabin and bring me clothes.” Silence is all I hear.
“What?” Drake’s confusion brings out my anger, and I have to stop myself from yelling at him.
“I went for a run and found our maid. In my cabin, currently in my tub. I’m naked and need to get out of here before I do something stupid!” I hiss and hang up before he can answer.
I step back outside and shift, making my bear run up the hill toward Drake’s cabin. We make it a few hundred feet before bright headlights stop us.
Drake jumps out of his truck and throws a blanket at us.
I shift back and cover myself before going to get into his truck, but he grabs me by the throat and lifts me off the ground.
“DID YOU SEE HER?” His growl shakes the ground.
“Relax, will you? I didn’t see shit. I left, but we need to talk because my bear wants her just as fiercely as yours.” He drops me and points at his truck as if I need instructions.
“FUCK!” He slams his door closed.
“Call Braxton.”
Chapter Four
Braxton
Ican’trememberthelast time I entered this cabin without a woman wrapped around me. Hell, sometimes we never even made it inside. If these walls could talk they would have nothing but filth to say.
I’m a proud manwhore.
I own my shit. I’m young, free, and don’t feel the need to keep my talented tongue to myself. Why shouldn’t I love as many women as I can, while I can, if even for just one night?
I’m popping open a beer when the phone on my wall rings.
“Weird,” I mutter to myself as I pick it up off the receiver.
“Hello?” I bring the beer to my lips and start to drink.
“Brax, get your ass to my cabin. We have a problem.” I roll my eyes at Drake’s dramatic voice.
“Really? What kind?” I empty the beer bottle in one long go.
“The naked maid in Adrain’s tub kind.” I choke and spit the beer that found its way into my lungs.
Coughing and slapping my chest, I drop the bottle, letting the glass shatter on my floor as my mind fills with images of Tasha dripping naked. Then rage consumes me at the idea that my brothers have seen her like that.
I roar out a growl and throw the phone against the wall.
