Page 74 of His Wild Mate

She shrugged. “If the shirt’s loose, probably not, but if it actually fits you then your nipples could show, so it’s best to just wear it.”

I scowled.

She laughed. “It's not that bad. Just try it.”

It looked like a torture device to me, but to make her happy, I was convinced to try it. That was until I tried to put one on. The first looked like a too tight tank top. I put it on as such and it was super confining.

Walking out in just that and a pair of the panties she'd given me, I huffed and showed her.

“Yeah, take it off. You're bigger in the chest than we thought. I'll take them back and get a bigger size. Mom can probably measure you this time and save us on guessing. You look ridiculously uncomfortable.”

“My boobs are squished,” I whined. “And I'm not sure I can get it off by myself. It was hard enough getting it on.”

Esme tried to hide her smile. “I'll help.”

And that's when Emmett returned. I was bent over and his sister was working on pulling the damn thing off of me.

“Hi Em,” she said with a laugh just as the bra popped loose and Esme went flying backwards, flipping over, and falling off the side of the bed.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Are you okay, Esme?”

“Es is fine. What are you two doing?”

“Thanks for the concern big brother. Love you too.”

“Smartass.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“You are not that childish.”

“I did learn from the best,” she said, batting her eyes at him. “And I'm fine, thanks for asking,” she grumbled.

“What are you two doing, really?”

“Mom and I went shopping, something you should have already done for her. A woman needs clothes.”

“You're just a little girl, brat-face. What would you know about a woman’s needs?”

She stuck her tongue at him and stomped out of the room.

“Thanks for proving my point, Es.”

“I hate you,” she yelled back into the room.

I gasped.

“Relax. She loves me. But seriously, what's all this about?”

I sighed. “She was helping me try on clothes. But I got stuck in that torture device. It was too small.”

He picked it up to examine and then looked back at me. His eyes drifted to my breasts and his eyes heated with desire.

“I could have told them that,” he said with a smirk.

I started to cover myself but one more heated look from him and I stopped in my tracks.

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