Page 12 of Brandon’s Mate

“It’s none of your business who I date,” she yelled back at him.

Shit. They’d lost their clothes when they Changed, and they were naked in the parking lot, yelling at each other. He turned and started pulling spare clothes out of his motorcycle saddlebags, still yelling.

“That wasn’t a date. Did you know he gave you drugs?”

“Of course not! How was I supposed to know?”

“How about because you were with a twenty-five-year-old dirtbag criminal biker in his gang clubhouse? Geez, Kitty!” He thrust a shirt at her. “Put this on.”

She ignored the shirt, shoving him in the chest. “Well, if they’re good enough for you to hang around with, why not me? Maybe I wanted to see who you’d given up our crew for,” she said. “And they were nice to me.”

He hadn’t given up the crew for those assholes. They were just his consolation prize. “They were nice to your fucking boobs, not you. All they wanted was free pussy. Now put this the hell on, before I lose control of them.” He shoved the shirt into her hands.

Some of them were already peeking out the windows, trying to get a look at Kitty naked. Brandon snarled over his shoulder, “Go back inside, motherfuckers, or I’ll rip your arms off and beat you with them!”

They disappeared, but he knew it wasn’t for long.

“Come on, Kitkat,” he said. “You need to get out of here. You’re better than this.”

She just looked up at him, her blue eyes accusing. “I thought you were, too.”

She was not putting the shirt on. She was just standing there, naked and curvy with her hair all tumbled and sexy and her eyes deep and smoky and the creamy skin of her breasts…

And she did not look fifteen. She’d somehow turned into a woman when he wasn’t looking.

Fuck.

“I’m not better than them,” he said, turning away from her. “Not even a little bit. And you need to put some damn clothes on and keep them on.”

She shrugged her way into the shirt, growling. He tried to tune in to her emotions the way he’d always been able to, but all he could feel was a welter of anger and desire and sexual arousal that was giving him a boner.

He grabbed some jeans out of the saddlebag, yanking them on and shoving his dick inside before she could see what an out-of-control perv he was.

He slung his leg over his bike and said, “Come on.”

She bit her lip and for a minute he thought she was going to refuse. Then a chorus of wolf howls came from inside the clubhouse. Kitty climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Brandon spun out in the parking lot and took off, back towards the territory. Kitty’s soft breasts were pressed against his bare back, and he could feel their warmth through the thin material of the shirt. Her scent was all around him, filling his cat with longing and desire.

What the hell was wrong with him? Kitty was like a little sister to him.

When he got far enough away for them to be safe, he pulled over and stopped the bike. He unlocked Kitty’s arms from around him and stood up.

He immediately felt cold and somehow empty.

Kitty was still on the bike, looking up at him with that hurt look on her face.

Brandon sighed. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said. “You scared the hell out of me. Are you okay?”

She nodded.

“What about the drugs? Are you still feeling them?”

“I feel a little weird,” she admitted.

“We better not go home right away. And we need to find you some more clothes. If your dad sees me riding in with no shirt on and you like that, I’ll be dead before morning.”

“You’re not responsible for me,” Kitty said. “I can take care of myself.”