Free Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) by Becca Jameson Page B

hundred questions, but until Griffen shifted back to human form, she couldn’t imagine asking them.
    Griffen hobbled in front of her, his rear leg getting stronger as they went.
    “You need to rest, you just say so, okay, love?” Miles’ words were soft and kind. He meant every syllable. If he expressed the same sentiment to Griffen, he did it silently.
    Rebecca wasn’t cold. In fact, she’d removed her jacket and tied it around her waist, but she still shivered as Miles’ voice wrapped around her. She was used to workouts far more strenuous than this one. “I’m fine.”
    “Of course you are.” He chuckled. He didn’t do it often, but when he did, she loved the sound. It was starting to grow on her.
    It took a few hours to reach the main road and a small lot where Miles nodded toward an old pickup truck, the only one in the vicinity. “That’s mine.”
    It was red, or perhaps it had been red twenty years ago. Now it was more like dusty maroon. The tires were covered in dried mud as though he’d driven off road to get there, or for the last twenty years since the car was new.
    Miles heaved Rebecca’s pack into the truck bed. He opened the other one, and for the first time she realized it was actually Griffen’s. Miles had brought a smaller pack that he’d stuffed inside. “Griffen’s gonna shift, love.” He lifted his gaze. “Just warning you in case you’d rather not watch.”
    She wasn’t sure why he had a sudden concern for her sensibilities when it came to shifting after the number of shifts he and the rest of Griffen’s family had gone through in the last twenty-four hours.
    Miles scanned the area and then ushered Griffen to the far side of the truck. “Coast is clear.”
    Rebecca realized he was making sure no one was watching. The lot was empty. She couldn’t imagine anyone would appear out of thin air, but hell, you never knew. Mesmerized, she found herself following. She didn’t take her gaze off Griffen as he stretched, elongated, and transformed into the human she’d met on Friday.
    Miles tossed him a pair of jeans and then bent down to rustle through the pack again, probably for the rest of Griffen’s clothes.
    Griffen chuckled, a deep sound she remembered well. “What? You spent your first hour with Rebecca naked as the day you were born. Not playing tit for tat today?”
    Rebecca flushed, her face burning.
    Finally, Griffen pulled himself off the ground onto his good leg.
    Rebecca forgot to be embarrassed and winced when she saw the wound on the front of his thigh. Amazingly, it looked far more healed than it should. His family wasn’t kidding—it had progressed faster in wolf form.
    Still, it was a nasty wound. “I should take a look at that.” She pointed at his leg, trying desperately not to stare at his cock. And trying even harder not to compare it with the other one she knew all too well now.
    Without waiting for a response, she kneeled in front of him. She was a nurse, for God’s sake. She’d seen naked genitals. These were no different.
    Keep telling yourself that . And the comparison continued, in spite of her best efforts. Griffen was a deep tan everywhere except his ass and down his thighs. Even the skin not usually exposed to sunlight was far darker than hers. He wasn’t as dark as Miles, however. The man’s Native American tones put them both to shame.
    Griffen’s cock was long and thick and protruded out from his body fully engorged. His girth might not have quite matched what she remembered about Miles, but his length would perhaps give his friend a run for his money.
    As she reached for his thigh to settle her fingers on both sides of the wound, it occurred to her why this was so much different from any other naked body—most of her patients weren’t so blatantly aroused when she saw them.
    She flushed again, knowing she had something to do with this display of manhood. Keeping her head bowed, she muttered, “How’s the pain?”
    “Not too bad.