numbness took over, his eyes snapped open at
the sound of the front door slamming shut. Jeremiah. He’d know his brother’s
scent anywhere. Damn. He must have fallen asleep.
His brother came to the bathroom, and his footsteps
faltered. Trent could tell there was some hesitation before ’Miah peeked around
the door. Eyes crossing in confusion, Jeremiah walked into the bathroom and
folded his arms over his chest. His gaze scanned the tub, the leg hanging over
the rim and then the foam layer of bubbles.
“What’s next? Scented candles and a Celine Dion CD playing
in the background?” Jeremiah said it with a perfectly straight face.
“Fuck you,” Trent growled.
Ignoring him, Jeremiah pressed on. “Where’s Sam?”
Trent let out a short sound that resembled laughter. It took
an insane amount of effort to bring the bottle to his lips. It was worth it.
His head buzzed, the pull of the liquor taking over. He was far from drunk, but
he sure as hell was going to sleep like a rock.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He waved his brother away
with the bottle before cradling it against his chest.
“You never want to talk about it. And damn, dude, move the
suds. The submarine is surfacing.”
Trent didn’t even look down. The only muscles he moved were
the ones it took to shrug.
“What the hell is going on between you two? No more
bullshit.” His baby brother was starting to grow a backbone.
Rolling his head to the side, Trent glared at his brother.
It was hard to be intimidating while in a bubble bath with your dick floating
above the water.
“I’m not scared of you.” Jeremiah’s arms over his chest
tensed. “Spill.”
“I’m a witch’s bitch.”
“That’s not how she explained it to me,” Jeremiah said.
“No,” Trent took another drink, “you were too preoccupied
with the chance to fuck her.”
Jeremiah lifted an eyebrow.
Trent kept talking. “Strangest part is, despite the crap Dad
went on and on about over the years, I think I’m okay with that. I think…I love
her, ’Miah. If I don’t do this, I’m going to lose her. Maybe not tomorrow or
next week, but eventually she’ll resent me for screwing up her life. So, I tell
her I want to go through with it. What does she do?” He was on a roll now.
“She changed her mind?” Jeremiah guessed.
Nodding, he took a long swig. It helped numb everything
except the pain in his chest. “She told me no, that I didn’t know what I
wanted.” He unfolded his arm and offered the bottle to his brother. Jeremiah
looked at it, shrugged, then took a drink. His brother slid down the wall,
closed his eyes. Dirt smudged his face—scratches marred his neck and chest.
Then it hit Trent. He was sitting naked, in a bubble bath,
with his brother in the same room, pining over a woman. Fuck. He was in love.
He stood. Water ran down his chest and legs, taking the trailing remnants of
bubbles with it. Jeremiah blinked, his eyes opening, then he groaned and shut
them. No matter how comfortable shifters were in the nude, there was something
different about seeing your brother naked up close and personal.
“You’re turning me into a girl,” Trent grumbled, snatching a
towel from the rack and pulling it around his waist. He walked over the length
of legs in his way, shaking his head on the way to his bedroom.
As he gripped the knob to his bedroom, his brother’s voice
carried down the hall. “Remember, you were the one with the bubbles, not me.”
“In the morning, I’m going to kick your ass,” he yelled
back.
“Right.”
Collapsing face-first into the mess of sheets on his bed, he
closed his eyes. The world spun around him. The overhead fan swooshed, sent a
chill over his wet skin. He shivered but was too tired to care.
Chapter Nine
Sam blinked her eyes open and stared at the ceiling of her
bedroom. She tried to figure out why in the hell she was awake. It felt as if
she’d just fallen asleep. Darkness flooded the room, telling her
the sound of the front door slamming shut. Jeremiah. He’d know his brother’s
scent anywhere. Damn. He must have fallen asleep.
His brother came to the bathroom, and his footsteps
faltered. Trent could tell there was some hesitation before ’Miah peeked around
the door. Eyes crossing in confusion, Jeremiah walked into the bathroom and
folded his arms over his chest. His gaze scanned the tub, the leg hanging over
the rim and then the foam layer of bubbles.
“What’s next? Scented candles and a Celine Dion CD playing
in the background?” Jeremiah said it with a perfectly straight face.
“Fuck you,” Trent growled.
Ignoring him, Jeremiah pressed on. “Where’s Sam?”
Trent let out a short sound that resembled laughter. It took
an insane amount of effort to bring the bottle to his lips. It was worth it.
His head buzzed, the pull of the liquor taking over. He was far from drunk, but
he sure as hell was going to sleep like a rock.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He waved his brother away
with the bottle before cradling it against his chest.
“You never want to talk about it. And damn, dude, move the
suds. The submarine is surfacing.”
Trent didn’t even look down. The only muscles he moved were
the ones it took to shrug.
“What the hell is going on between you two? No more
bullshit.” His baby brother was starting to grow a backbone.
Rolling his head to the side, Trent glared at his brother.
It was hard to be intimidating while in a bubble bath with your dick floating
above the water.
“I’m not scared of you.” Jeremiah’s arms over his chest
tensed. “Spill.”
“I’m a witch’s bitch.”
“That’s not how she explained it to me,” Jeremiah said.
“No,” Trent took another drink, “you were too preoccupied
with the chance to fuck her.”
Jeremiah lifted an eyebrow.
Trent kept talking. “Strangest part is, despite the crap Dad
went on and on about over the years, I think I’m okay with that. I think…I love
her, ’Miah. If I don’t do this, I’m going to lose her. Maybe not tomorrow or
next week, but eventually she’ll resent me for screwing up her life. So, I tell
her I want to go through with it. What does she do?” He was on a roll now.
“She changed her mind?” Jeremiah guessed.
Nodding, he took a long swig. It helped numb everything
except the pain in his chest. “She told me no, that I didn’t know what I
wanted.” He unfolded his arm and offered the bottle to his brother. Jeremiah
looked at it, shrugged, then took a drink. His brother slid down the wall,
closed his eyes. Dirt smudged his face—scratches marred his neck and chest.
Then it hit Trent. He was sitting naked, in a bubble bath,
with his brother in the same room, pining over a woman. Fuck. He was in love.
He stood. Water ran down his chest and legs, taking the trailing remnants of
bubbles with it. Jeremiah blinked, his eyes opening, then he groaned and shut
them. No matter how comfortable shifters were in the nude, there was something
different about seeing your brother naked up close and personal.
“You’re turning me into a girl,” Trent grumbled, snatching a
towel from the rack and pulling it around his waist. He walked over the length
of legs in his way, shaking his head on the way to his bedroom.
As he gripped the knob to his bedroom, his brother’s voice
carried down the hall. “Remember, you were the one with the bubbles, not me.”
“In the morning, I’m going to kick your ass,” he yelled
back.
“Right.”
Collapsing face-first into the mess of sheets on his bed, he
closed his eyes. The world spun around him. The overhead fan swooshed, sent a
chill over his wet skin. He shivered but was too tired to care.
Chapter Nine
Sam blinked her eyes open and stared at the ceiling of her
bedroom. She tried to figure out why in the hell she was awake. It felt as if
she’d just fallen asleep. Darkness flooded the room, telling her
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