He’d killed two men for her.
She couldn’t help it. She was in love with Wolf Meyer. And yet Leo still held a piece of her heart.
Wolf turned, smiling. He’d been a rock for the last several hours. He’d been the rock she’d clung to. He’d never faltered. He’d simply held her and patiently dealt with her, never once making her feel weird for her anxiety. He’d handled the police with charm and aplomb. She was pretty sure the officers who had taken his statement either wanted to be him or do him. They had stated plainly that they admired him.
Wolf could take care of himself. He could take care of her.
“You can take my room, sweetheart. I’ll be right out here all night long.” He gestured toward the couch.
“Ben and Chase should be here soon,” Leo said as he shut the door behind him. “I sent them out to check out your place and bring you back some clothes.”
She was pretty sure they wouldn’t bring back underwear. She would be lucky to get a bra when two Doms were packing for her.
She looked around. She’d never once been invited into Leo’s condo, but it was everything she’d expected. Cool, lovely, a little Spartan. It reminded her of the man himself. The whole condo had been done in neutral shades. She would have liked a little pop of color herself, but it was nice.
And the sofa wouldn’t hold Wolf. His knees would be drawn up all night long.
What was she waiting for? She wanted to sleep with Wolf. The only thing that was holding her back was the fact that Leo was in the room.
“How about a Scotch? I could use one.” Leo strode to the kitchen.
“Are you really okay?” Wolf looked down at her, his sensual mouth so close it had her heart pounding.
She let her hands drift to his waist. “Someone wants to kill me.”
Saying it helped. It made it real. It made it something she could look at and fight. She wasn’t going to lie down. She wasn’t going to accept this fate.
“We’re going to take care of it, sweetheart,” Wolf promised. “Me and Leo. We won’t let you down. We fight a lot, but when we want to, we make a really good team. I promise I won’t let them near you.”
He wouldn’t. He would fight, and from what she’d seen tonight, he would win. He’d been miraculous. His body had moved like that gun was a part of it. One moment he’d been smiling and happy and talking about margaritas, and the next he’d been a killing machine with one thought—to protect her.
And she found that infinitely sexy.
Shelley was well aware that her sudden sex drive had a lot to do with adrenaline and emotion. She shouldn’t push it. She should let everything settle. It’s what Leo would tell her to do. He would tell her to take a step back because she could be making a horrible mistake by rushing in when she should take it slow.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” She’d spent her whole damn life doing the “right” thing. Or maybe that was the wrong way of thinking about it. She’d done the most acceptable thing, the logical thing. But this, being here with Wolf, this felt like the right thing.
The only thing that would be missing was Leo, but she’d given that up.
Wolf’s face went blank. “Sweetheart, if you climb in bed with me…” He stopped and took a long breath, obviously coming to some sort of decision. “All right. If this will make you feel better, I can do it. Why don’t you go and take a shower? I’ll find you something to wear. And me. Crap. I don’t exactly do pajamas.”
He turned away from her, his shoulders squared as he looked out the window. The lights from the Omni Hotel sparkled, changing from blue to red and green. “It’ll be fine.”
He thought he wasn’t getting any. God, he was so damn sweet. Under that big, badass exterior there was the heart of a teddy bear. Granted, he was a teddy bear with some nasty teeth, but he was so tender with her that she couldn’t hold herself back. Leo had called to her in a different way. Her attraction to Leo had been immediate and visceral, but with Wolf it had been a long, slow dance of words and distance that led to a sweet lust.
And her new man had some very specific kinks. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Shelley fell to her knees, her head down in the submissive position she’d seen Dani and the other subs in so often. She spread her knees, wincing a little at the scrapes on her legs. Leo had insisted on calling paramedics to make sure she hadn’t been brain damaged by Wolf’s protective roll. The paramedic had cleaned and bandaged a couple of places and made some statement about how lucky she had been to not get torn up more given her lack of clothing.
Wolf kept talking about all the things he would need to do before he was ready for bed.
“I should wait up for Ben and Chase. We were lucky the police chief was here or we probably would have spent the whole damn night at the station. And it was lucky there were so many witnesses.”
She kept her head down but smiled. Did he really think she hadn’t noticed that several upstanding members of The Club had managed to see the whole incident when she was really damn sure no one had been outside? Julian was very good at creating a perfect case for self-defense.
She really wouldn’t want to be on Julian’s bad side.
“Of course, we’ll still have to do some follow-up with the police.”
She wasn’t sure who Wolf was talking to anymore. And the position wasn’t one she was used to. When was he going to turn back and look at her?
“Your back isn’t straight enough. Bring your spine up. Like there’s an invisible string pulling you up.”
She sighed a little. God, she’d dreamed of that voice. Leo. Leo was telling her what to do. She glanced up and saw him in the reflection of the glass in his windows. He stood behind her, his eyes focused on her back. Wolf turned suddenly, and he stared for a moment.
Shelley straightened her spine.
“Eyes down, love,” Wolf said, his voice going dark. Gone was the nervous chat of before, and in its place was a deep command.
“She needs to spread her legs.” Leo’s voice was tense.
She kept her head down but couldn’t help but glance up to see Wolf’s lips curve in a small smile.
“You should tell her that,” Wolf said. “I’m sure you can explain it well. You always have had a way with words.”
“She’s not my sub. Damn it, Wolf.”
She could hear the tension in Leo’s voice. What exactly was Wolf doing?
“You’re a trainer. We’re a new D/s couple. This is what you do,” Wolf stated with a calm his brother didn’t possess right now.
Her heart was starting to race. If she wasn’t so damn sure of Wolf’s innate kindness, she would wonder if he was trying to torture his brother. But Wolf wouldn’t do that. She knew it deep down. Was he inviting Leo in?
Was he asking Leo to join them? And what would she do if Leo said yes?
Leo walked forward. “Wolf, you’ve been doing this for years. You know what to do. I should just leave the two of you alone.”
Wolf laughed a little. “After tonight, I’m pretty sure all the rules I understood are moot. I need to learn all of The Club’s rules. And you’re my brother. You’ve taught me all my life. Who better to instruct us both?”
“You’re a fucker, Wolfgang.”
“Back at you, Leonardo.”
Shelley couldn’t help it. Her head came up in a heartbeat. “Wolfgang? Leonardo? Seriously?”
Leo frowned her way. “Eyes down, pet, or I will spank you despite the fact that my brother covered you in bruises tonight. We have to talk about your protection methods, Wolf.”