Page 6 of Dancing Moonbeam

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Jaytee turned to face his brothers, who had just spilled from the café. “You’re scaring him,” he growled out, the warning clear in his voice.

“You definitely have that ass backward, bro,” Damon retorted angrily. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Just tell us what’s going on, Jaytee,” Jax said cautiously, approaching him like he was a wild animal. “Why did you chase after that guy? Why are you acting so erratic?”

Filled with disbelief, Jaytee spun around to face them. Had their brains gone as numb as their asses on the long ride home? “Because I felt like acting like a crazed lunatic. Did I nail it?”

He heard his mate stifling a laugh, and a small smile tugged at his lips. A warm feeling spread through him at the sound, finally giving him some reassurance in this crazy situation.

Then his mate appeared, exuding more confidence with every step.

“Better than a carpenter,” his twin said with a smirk. “If you just wanted to hook up with the little hottie, you need to work on your approach. You’re embodying Jack Torrance instead of Rick Blaine.”

Motherfuck, the guy was gorgeous. Jaytee’s gaze slid over his mate’s waiflike body, wondering if his radiant latte-colored skin was as soft as it looked.

“Like anyone even knows who those characters are anymore, old man,” Jax replied, rolling his eyes. “Try a more recent reference, fathead.”

His mate smirked at Jaytee before his gaze swung toward the two idiots arguing.

“Like your insults from the forties? Who the hell says fathead anymore?” Damon fired back.

Swear to god Jaytee had no clue how he was related to them.

After a mischievous wink at Jaytee, Damon sauntered toward Moonbeam with a confident stride. “Since my twin has clearly lost his touch,” he taunted, “I guess I can show the hottie my Rick Blaine side to bring out his kitten claws.”

Before Damon could even reach Moonbeam, Jaytee yanked him back with a low growl. Confusion and irritation creased Damon’s forehead as he glared at him.

“What the hell is your problem?” he demanded.

They’d shared men a few times before and were as close and protective of each other as brothers should be. But if his twin couldn’t read the warning signs growling right at him, they were headed for a knock-down, drag-out fight on the street.

Moonbeam stood nearby with a curious expression on his face, eyes darting between the brothers.

“I think you need to back off, Damon,” Jax warned.

Damon just shrugged it off. “Jaytee is just pissed he lost his touch and doesn’t want to see me remind him how it’s done.”

Jaytee was seeing red to the point he found it impossible to utter a single word. Adrenaline surged through his veins, his vision narrowing into a tunnel. As he moved slowly but deliberately toward his twin, his claws slid free. Jaytee’s hands curled into fists, his sharp claws digging into his palms as he fought to keep his wolf from breaking free.

“Shut the fuck up, Damon,” Jax snarled as he took a few steps in Jaytee’s direction, as if to stop him from attacking their brother.

“What the hell is going on?” Damon demanded with crossed arms, looking between the two of them in confusion. “Just because some twink is checking me out doesn’t mean I won’t share him with you two.”

No the fuck he didn’t just say that.

“He’s Jaytee’s mate, you idiot,” Jax snapped, more fiercely this time. “His claws and shifting eyes should have been a dead giveaway.”

Damon’s brows shot up. “How the hell was I supposed to know? You didn’t say shit to us, Jaytee.” His twin walked backward toward Jax, putting some distance between himself and Moonbeam.

“You play too many games,” Jaytee growled.

“Jaytee, calm down,” Jax said, still wary. “It was just a misunderstanding. Damon’s dumb ass just thought we were gonna have some fun.”

“A misunderstanding?” Jaytee pointed a clawed finger at his mate, thankful no humans were presently around. “Does he look interested, Damon? What part of his body language made you think it was okay to hit on him?”

“I’m going back inside because I must have lost my mind somewhere in the café. I need to go retrieve it.” Damon took a few steps toward the door. “Just, please, don’t tell Dad about this.”

“Then maybe you should leave your twin’s sight,” Jax snarled then turned to Jaytee. “And put your fucking claws away before a human sees them.”

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