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.

pretend I didn’t hear you say that and you can just point me in the direction of your gloves,” I say while peeking

of this

It didn’t occur to you? You

stalk back in their direction, I notice that he still hasn’t replied and my steps freeze, my shoulder blades tensing as my blood begins to pump a river of fire through my chest. Am I the only

of the stethoscope protruding out from 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

I whip out my phone, but he remains with his hands on Kendall’s body. Bastard. I answer the damn thing on the third ring as we

his hands up in mock surrender and scowl at him in return. My eyes narrow into slits as he begins to chuckle soundlessly

in fuck is so damn–funny?

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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? Did you forget that the same folks that like to hunt unicorns

enough to the living room to keep an eye on Kendall. “What the fuck? When did that become part of the plan?‘ I grumble in irritation. No one said a fucking thing

were pinged about this over an hour ago. Charlie told me that you fired his new bartender.

word also give you her name?”

“Fuck…no. Who the

brother. “Kendall.”

know about her yet. Maybe you did a good thing after all. With Rose there, it

is that obsessed with Bartlett? If they only knew…she’s my mate! I’m the one

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. I mean, you kind of owe it to him after the way you tried to fuck with Rose’s head. What was that about, anyway?”

He fucked my mate first. It only seemed fair that I get to fuck his too. But I’m over that part now, fucking with her head came in as a close second. “I don’t owe him shit, I snarl honestly. “If anyone owes anything,

in which neither of us says a word. I can sense