Page 29 of Cursed Love
Chapter 12
“I don’t think she’s going to like this plan,” Peter told him, then shrugged. “Just saying.”
“What else am I supposed to do?” Ryan asked, upset for caring and pissed off someone was coming after her. His emotions were all over the place.
“She’s feisty… I like it.”
He did not like the appreciative gleam in his friend’s eyes. The energy around Ryan sizzled as he stared his friend down. “Wipe that look off your face because she’s fucking mine!”
“Calm your tits,” Peter said as his eyes glowed. “I’m merely pointing out that if you don’t claim her, I will.”
Ryan laughed dryly. “Like you could do anything.”
“Low blow, asshole.” Peter crossed his arms and pouted over his circumstances.
“Will you help us?” he asked.
Peter leaned forward and gave him a serious look. “Brother, she’s been yours even before you accepted it. You’re family, and we protect what is ours. Brandy’s been in the fold long before I met her. You don’t have to ask me. I’m ready to hunt these fuckers down.”
Ryan pounded Peter on the back as he nodded. No one understood their bond, and they’d stopped questioning it long ago. If Peter needed him, he would drop everything to stand by his side. They were indeed family. It did not matter their blood came from opposite sides of the tracks. Their bond ran deeper than the life-giving liquid.
“How long does it take her to get ready?” Peter chuckled, lightening the mood.
“Shut your mouth. I think once we tell her the plan, she’s going to light both our asses on fire,” Ryan muttered.
“Don’t give me a reason to do it,” Brandy told them from the door.
He missed the sound of the door opening, but from the grin on Peter’s face, the bastard must have heard her approach.
Peter’s cell rang and he peered down at the screen. “Gotta take this,” he muttered, eyebrows slashed together as he pushed to his feet.
Ryan ignored his friend’s low words, then diverted his attention back to Brandy. She had slipped into a tight pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail away from her makeup-free face. Everything around them paused as Ryan took in her beauty. He had been fighting his attraction to her for far too long.
Her chocolate-colored eyes watched them carefully. A variety of emotions crossed their rich depths, but she shoved her shoulders back, ready for a fight.
Ryan stood and reached her in three long strides. He pulled her into his body with one arm wrapped around her waist and cupped her face with the other. Her eyes softened as she studied his, and he wondered what she saw in them.
Her full lips parted with a sigh, and unable to stop himself, he captured them. Her hands linked behind his neck as she pushed onto her toes. Running his tongue along hers, he moaned at her sweet taste. His head tilted, deepening their kiss at her small whimper of need.
“Ahem…” Peter said, but Ryan ignored him as Brandy kissed him harder.
Everything disappeared as he fell deeper into their kiss and the touch of her fingers on his neck. He easily dwarfed her with his size, but her spirit was large. His fingers dipped under her shirt, finding the smooth skin at her waist. Cold water hit his warmed skin at the same time she gasped.
“Oh, hey! Welcome back, you two,” he said, an empty glass in hand.
“What the fuck, Peter!” Ryan snapped, wiping his face clear of the water.
“We have things to discuss. You two can get freaky later,” Peter told them and returned to the couch.
Brandy stared daggers as she dried her face on shirt sleeve. He dipped his head and placed a too-short-for-his-liking kiss on her soft lips. “You’ll have to excuse the grumpy werewolf. He needs to get laid.”
Peter’s body trembled with a low growl.
Ryan grabbed her hand, led her to the couch, and sat before pulling her onto his lap. Her cheeks deepened in color, likely at their intimate position in front of his friend. He shot Peter a glare for making her uncomfortable.
Peter’s face softened. “Hey, no reason to be embarrassed. Now, can we talk? We have some important things to discuss.”
Brandy looked from one to the other and nodded. “What’s happening to me?”
