“I wasn’t going to let him capture me, and even if he did, he’d never have discovered who I was.”
“She might have told him,” he pointed out. “Georgina. His sister.” It tied his guts in knots to think that their mate was the sister of a criminal like Blake.
“Gigi.”
“What?” he snapped.
“She likes to be called Gigi. Personally, I think it suits her.” Garret’s face took on a dreamy look.
“Personally, I think you’re an idiot,” Sawyer told him.
Garret rose to his feet and the throw slipped to the ground.
“Jesus, I’m going blind.” Joe raised his hands to his eyes.
“You know you’re going to have to get over your squeamishness at seeing us naked,” Sawyer snapped at him. “We’re not going to have clothes always nearby when we change back. And if we’re going to share her properly . . .” They’d all be in bed with her together. His cock hardened at the thought of having her sandwiched between him and his brothers. Of fucking her pussy while another was in her ass and one more taking her mouth.
Yeah. He had to stop thinking about that or his Mr. Happy was going to come out to play.
“So, she let you in?” Joe asked Garret.
“Reluctantly. She has this sparse bedroom. Nothing much in it except for this stuffed rabbit, a baseball bat, and a picture of her with her parents.”
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“A baseball bat?” Sawyer asked.
Garret looked at him. “I think it’s for protection.”
“Who the fuck does she need protection from?” His bear rolled beneath his skin, and he snarled.
“Easy, Sawyer, or you’re going to shift again,” Joe warned.
He took a deep, calming breath. Well, semi-calming.
“Why isn’t her brother protecting her?”
“He is. But she lives in the middle of a group of thugs and criminals. I bet the bat makes her feel better. Her door was thick and it had a good bolt on the inside.”
Sawyer started to breathe a little easier.
“Then what happened?” Joe asked.
“I tried to butter her up with some food. She likes strawberries. And one thing led to another—”
“You fucked her?” Sawyer snapped. He didn’t like the idea of Garret touching her without him there.
He shook his head. “We played around. I touched her. Tasted her. Fuck, she tastes like the sweetest of peaches, juicy and—”
He paused, seeming to realize that both of his brothers were glaring at him. “Yeah, well, you’ll find that out for yourself. I gave her pleasure, but I didn’t take her.”
“Not like you,” Sawyer commented.
Garret flashed him a look filled with contempt. “I know you both think I’m some sort of sex maniac, but I do have some control. I fucking held back for the two of you, and this is the thanks I get? I could have had her, you know. Could have taken her virginity myself.”
He froze. He could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Surely not.
“A virgin?” Joe croaked.