Bailey woke, spooned into Gavin's body. It seemed her new werewolf husband was very happy to see her if the c**k rubbing against her backside was any indication. His lips brushed the skin below her ear, sending a shiver through her.
"Morning, darling."
"Hi." A trite reply but all she could manage as she suddenly found herself tongue-tied in the light of day. It was one thing to give herself to passion without any abandon the night before, another to realize the man whose arms cradled her thought he owned her-and planned to share her with his buddies.
Except for Wyatt. He couldn't get out of here fast enough last night, she recalled, the realization oddly saddening. He must not have liked what he saw. Her curves weren't for everyone. Look at me getting morose over the fact I have to sati
