Wolf With Benefits by Heather Long Read Free Book Online Page B

bedroom. The apartment over the garage was four rooms, including the kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. “If anything is growing in your bedroom, I’m gonna kill you. I want to make that clear.”
    Smoke rose from the pan behind him. With an oath, he set aside his beer and dropped the spatula before grabbing the pan and flipping the blackened cheese sandwich. He removed the whole pan from the fire and turned off the stove. “My brother’s coming…” was the only warning he gave her before his arms came around her and his mouth closed over hers.
    The world skittered to a stop. The first couple of kisses shocked her. This one — itblew her away. His lips were soft, yet firm, and they stroked over hers like he belonged kissing her. The cleanser fell from her hand, and she fisted his shirt with every intention of shoving him away. When his tongue teased along her lips, she parted them and he swept inside. Electricity sizzled along her nerves, and she forgot how to breathe. Her knees weakened, and she leaned into him as their tongues tangled.
    The door behind her opened. “Hey, Matt, I wanted to borrow…oh, hello.”
    Matt broke their kiss and glared over her shoulder. “Knock next time.” The growl reverberating through his chest shook her. The sound of her heart was way too loud, and it slammed against her ribcage like a frantic animal ready to beat its way free.
    “Sorry,” Robbie’s voice carried too much laughter to be a real apology. “Didn’t know you two swung that way…and, wow, nice ass, Shiloh.”
    The snarl Matt loosed was so violent, she forgot about her towel or anything else as he launched away from her. Twisting, she caught sight of Robbie’s smirk right before Matt’s fist hit him. The two tumbled out the door and down the steps. The fall wouldn’t kill either of them.
    “Boys!” Linda’s voice carried. “What have I told you about fighting?”
    Two masculine voices twined when they replied. “We’re not fighting.” Then flesh slammed into flesh. The cold air from the wide-open door struck her overheated skin and she shuddered. Cobbling together her towel and dignity, she scooped up the cleanser and the dead sponge then ran for the bathroom. Once inside, she slammed the door and leaned against it.
    Holy crap.
    Matt kissed liked he meant it.
    Her lips still tingled. Meeting her own gaze in the mirror, she wasn’t remotely surprised to find her face flushed and her lips swollen a little. When the hell had Matt learned to kiss? And why am I mooning about it? After dropping the towel, she left the cleaning supplies in the sink then hurried into her clothes. Bra, panties, t-shirt, jeans then she dragged her sweatshirt out of the bottom of the duffel bag . Layers . She needed them and lots of them.
    Grabbing the cleanser, she spread it over the interior of the sink, added some water, and scrubbed. Leaving it to sit, she cleaned off the countertops. Discarded all the trash, before organizing what was left. Once it was neat, she returned to rinsing out the sink before adding the nasty sponge to the rest of the trash along with the empty cleanser container.
    Her hands stopped shaking by the time she’d finished. After tucking her folded dirty clothes into the top of the duffel, she gathered the dirty towels. Matt had a washer and dryer in the back of the kitchen. To get to them, she had to leave the anonymity of the bathroom.
    Rubbing a sweaty palm against her jeans, she scowled. Why was she nervous? It was Matt. Her best friend. He snored. Growled in his sleep. Ate right out of a can when he was starving. Sucked at math, but was amazeballs at history and dates. Licking her lips, she combed her fingers through her damp hair.
    Towels. Washer.
    No problem.
    Letting herself out of the bathroom, she glanced at the door. It was closed. After the cleanser in the bathroom, the coffee was an even more welcome smell. “All clear, pita. Robbie’s gone.”
    Matt sounded one thousand percent like