Page 21 of His Three Wolves
“I can definitely promise you I won’t go hiking again,” I told him as he grabbed the shower wand and a bottle of shampoo.
“Nothing wrong with hiking itself, just maybe not in the dark and over that kind of terrain.”He put one hand on the side of my head.“I’ll be as quick and gentle as I can, but the back of your head is still pretty swollen, so it might hurt a little.Let me know if it gets to be too much.”
“I’ll be fine.”I wasn’t convinced, but hey, fake it till you make it.“You don’t really have to do this.I’ve washed my own hair for approximately twenty-eight years, you know.”
“Well, today you’re taking a day off from doing that.”The finality in his voice was clear.“Lean forward.”
I did, and he went about getting my hair wet and soaped up.I flinched when he got close to the cut.
“Shh, shh, almost done” he murmured as he rinsed away the suds.
Goddamn, what was I even doing here, getting waited on hand and foot?What I should do was grab my stuff and walk out of this gingerbread werewolf hut, move into that room I’d booked at the B&B, and forget everything about what had happened between me and the flannel-loving not-quite-humans.
Lincoln turned off the water from the showerhead as I considered that course of action.I decided to postpone it for now.It seemed like a lot of effort, and I was tired.
Lincoln caught a drop of water rolling down my forehead with his thumb and wiped it away before it could get in my eyes.“I’ll get you a change of clothes.I brought your bags back here before they towed the car.It’ll just be a minute.”
Then he left.If I hadn’t turned to watch him, I wouldn’t have known, because the man moved almost silently, even as he stopped to pick up the flannel shirt and pants I’d left on the floor.
I used the alone time to wash quickly, and when Lincoln got back—with my own clothes, thankfully—I was about done.Instead of leaving me to scramble out of the tub, he wordlessly left the folded clothing by the sinks and grabbed a large towel from a shelf.He moved to stand over me, the towel spread in expectation.
I narrowed my eyes at him.“Are you for real?”
He shrugged but didn’t move.Damn him.
I wanted to be done here though, so I got to my feet, one hand cupping my cock, and before I knew it, Lincoln had wrapped me in the soft towel.He lifted me bodily out of the tub before I could protest, stood me up in front of him, and began drying me with firm strokes that did altogether unexpected things to me.
Werewolf alphas were weird.Did they know?Had anyone told them what furry weirdos they were?
“You always bathe and dry people you find unconscious out in the woods?”I asked when his hands moved lower.
Fuck, he wasn’t trying to grope me or anything like that, I could tell that much, but I still felt…I still felt…cherished?Cherished.Clearly, my fever hadn’t broken yet.Either that, or I’d hit my head harder than I’d thought.
“Only when it’s a full moon out.”Lincoln looked up.“That’s when we go hunting for cute dummies who stumble around in the dark forest.”
I stared down at him—he’d reached my legs and was now kneeling in front of me—and the ass just smiled and winked.
I didn’t know what to say or do, so I just…let him.Okay, maybe it also felt nice, but that was the fever and the head injury talking.I was a grown man, and I could damn well take care of myself.I could most certainly dry myself after a bath.
“Need help getting dressed?”Lincoln asked softly as he dabbed my toes dry.Something about that was incredibly erotic.Not that I had considered what it might feel like to run my hands up and down his chest.No, why would I want to be thinking about that hot werewolf chest?That would’ve been silly.
“I’m good.”My voice hitched.I was in trouble.Big werewolf trouble.
Lincoln stood and nodded.“Good.There’s a toothbrush by the sink.Help yourself to whatever else or let me know what you need.Make yourself at home, Marcus.”
He said it not like a name, but like something you’d call a lover in the dead of night with nothing but slick skin between you.Sexy.
When he left, I stood there for a solid minute, wondering what the hell had just happened and how the hell I could calm the fuck down and focus on the fact that I was in a house with three werewolves.Or two.The doctor wolf who handed out sugar-free candy to humans didn’t seem to be around.
I figured I could at least tackle everything dressed and with my teeth brushed, so I did that, then I ventured down the stairs by myself and found Dominic and Lincoln in the kitchen.
The mouthwatering scent of fresh waffles filled the air, but what I saw was about as hot as a waffle iron.Dominic was pouring batter onto the iron, and Lincoln stood behind him, his arms wrapped around Dominic, pressing kisses along the length of Dominic’s neck, red-golden hair partially hiding his face.
A flash of heat rushed through me, and I gasped.Both men looked at me, but neither stopped, not with making waffles, nor with making out.Hot holy hell.
I had no idea what to do.Did I cheer them on or what?So I just walked back to the room I’d slept in as fast as I could.My bag sat on the bed, open, and my shoulder bag was still on the floor.I went for that, figuring I would just check my email.
My phone was there, so I picked it up to check my inbox.There was a bit of work stuff that had come in, all of which I ignored when I saw that Steven had sent a group email.The subject line read “The true face of Marcus Waite.”
