The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred Eleven

TIMMONS

I force myself to look away, choosing to face the large stone fireplace when the Doc reaches all the way into the top of Kendall’s Moonlight Lounge crop top to press the stethoscope between her breasts. Even though I know he’s only doing what I asked him to, I can’t seem to dull the sudden spike of anger that surges up my spine in seeing his bare hands so close to her nipples. I want to tie the goddamned thing around his throat so that he can hear himself choke to death, but instead I say, “Tell me again, good doctor, why did you forgo the gloves?” I chuckle, wondering for a half a minute, if the Doc is sporting a hard or Because if he is…

Fuck that shit. Shake it off. Now you’re just being stupid.

But I can’t help myself, I tilt my head his way and my eyes flick toward his crotch. Fucking scrub pants! He’s wearing scrubs?! At home?

Damn it!

I can make out a bit of a teepee, but that could just be air trapped behind those swindler pants. If it is his dick, it’s not a very big one…and why, for some reason, does that possibility furiate me more?

Because the smaller it is, the easier it is for him to hide his deviance.

The fucking pervert.

You’ve lost it T…abort. Look away.

“I suppose it just didn’t occur to me that I needed to,” I hear him say almost tauntingly, as I rip my gaze back toward the fireplace.

But Kendall’s skin always looks so baby soft, there’s no way that he’s not enjoying her texture a little bit with all five fingers tucked into

her blouse.

the wall as I crack my knuckles and then my neck. “Just for shits and giggles, let’s go ahead and pretend I didn’t hear you say that and you can just point me in the direction of your gloves,” I say while peeking down the hallway toward his office. “I will go and snag

nerve of this prick.

It didn’t occur to you? You old

blood begins to pump a river of fire through my chest. Am I the only asshole that hasn’t touched her? Even

under her shirt. This sneaky motherfucker–could be doing anything to her back there and I wouldn’t know a thing. My hands fists at my sides and my eyes lock on the one hand that I can see. “Rhodes-” I begin calmly, my tone flat “-you’re gonna need to put some gloves on or else get your hand out of her goddamned shirt.” With a joyless grin, I go to snatch his wrist and show him precisely how serious I am, but my phone vibrates in

he remains with his hands on Kendall’s body. Bastard. I answer the damn thing on the third ring as we stare each other down and my

return. My eyes narrow into slits as he

fucken mental? What in fuck is

1/3

Hundred Eleven

the one place in town that we need to have operating tonight, the very same place where people from all walks of life like to plop down and get drunk enough to tell their secrets, plan outrageous shit, and assimilate illegally – is closed?

keep an eye on Kendall. “What the fuck? When did that become part

the last time you checked your messages, asshole? You were pinged about this over an hour ago. Charlie told me that you fired his new bartender.

snort. “Oh yeah? Did this word also give you her

“Fuck…no.

brother. “Kendall.”

it Bartlett doesn’t know about her yet. Maybe you did a good thing after all. With Rose

ex..? My brothers really think that Kendall is that obsessed with Bartlett? If they only knew…she’s my mate! I’m

on, “But shit…B is expecting the bar to be popping by the time they roll in. Gio is sending us a couple extra guys to plant in the bar and he has four of the others watching every corner into town. If anything, hire Kendall back on for the night and you run interference for Bart while Rose is there.

over that part

neither of us says a word. I can sense him weighing my words, attempting to figure out if there was something