“Oh, don’t—” I cut myself off with a wince when her hand slid over the grease spot. “…touch that.”
She looked down at the grease on her palm.
Then wiped it on her thigh.
I blinked.
That was far from expected.
“It’s just oil,” she said, and finally stood up. Her legs shook a little, but I didn’t offer a hand. I wanted to, but still didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “I’m more concerned about the fur.”
Right.
Shifting was a bigger deal than oil. She wouldn’t have any idea how hard it’d be to get the grease out of her hair anyway.
I heard tires on the dirt out front and instinctually stepped between Jade and whoever was approaching. With all of the garage doors open, she wouldn’t have much privacy.
My head jerked to the side and my hands left my pockets when she quickly moved away. My eyes followed every flex of her ass and thighs as she crossed the garage, grabbing a t-shirt from the place I’d found my work pants.
I had no idea how long it had been there, and the thing was positively filthy.
She pulled it over her head anyway.
My cock throbbed violently.
Yeah, that was hot.
The hem fell to the middle of her thighs as two trucks pulled into my driveway. Nico was in mine, so I waved him into the garage.
If Jade’s wolf was chasing me, we probably wouldn’t be leaving soon. Not today, at least. There was too much shit to figure out.
Abby hopped out of Nico’s truck while he parked mine. Her expression was somewhere between guilty and excited.
“Don’t even pretend you feel bad about this,” Jade warned, striding toward her friend.
My eyes were on the backs of her thighs again. Even with my shirt on, the view was fucking great.
“I tried to tell you when I met Nico. You were convinced I was high!” Abby exclaimed. “I would’ve told you if I took something.”
“In hindsight, I actually believe that.” Jade reached Abby and leaned in for a hug, but Abby made a face and stepped back.
“No offense, but you’re filthy. What’s in your hair?”
“Oil, I think.” Jade glanced back at me, as if to verify.
I lifted a shoulder.
It could’ve been a few things. I hadn’t bothered cleaning the floors in a couple months. It was a garage. It wasn’t supposed to be spotless.
Abby cringed.
“It’s not a big deal. Unlike the thing where I turn furry.” Jade gave her a pointed look.
“Technically, that’s Wyatt’s fault.”
Jade and Abby both looked at me.
I tucked my hands back into my pockets.
