Brawn - Laurann Dohner [100]
Brawn’s gaze lifted and he stared toward the hallway. “She was hurt. I need to soothe her and assure her that I won’t be taking Breeze or any other female anywhere.”
Trisha patted his chest. “Hey, I’ll handle that, okay? I’m going to be here for a bit and I don’t snarl or roar when I lose my cool.”
“No. You just yell.”
She shot Slade a grin. “You stay out of this.”
He lifted his hands. “Easy, Doc. I’m just saying.”
Brawn lifted a hand and ran it through his hair. “What do I do to make her accept me?”
“Give her time.” Tiger sighed. “I even know the answer to that. What happened to never touching a human?”
Brawn glared at him.
“Sorry.” Tiger shrugged. “I’m just still in shock. This is why I’m never getting involved with one. They are too emotional and react strangely. One of our females would have punched you in the face if you hurt her. I understand the direct approach and appreciate it.”
“She’s emotional and probably feeling insecure.” Trisha glanced at Slade. “I’d be devastated if you’d made a date with a woman after we’d gotten together. Being pregnant only makes it worse. You remember how big and horrible I felt. I was a waddling mess with bloated ankles.”
He closed the distance between them. “You are always sexy and when you were swollen with our baby, it made me want you even more.” He gripped her hips and pulled her against him. “I’m addicted to you.” He growled.
She grinned. “Don’t do that. It’s been a few hours since I nursed Forest and my breasts already ache. You’ll make me leak.”
He glanced down at her breasts and his chest rumbled. “If he is not hungry, I will tend to them.” His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “I love your milk.”
“Too much information,” Tiger said and chuckled. “But I like warm milk too.”
Slade glared at him.
“In a glass,” Tiger amended quickly, his smile fading. “I wasn’t trying to angle for some of her breast milk.”
Slade suddenly grinned. “Her milk is much better than anything in a glass.”
Tiger dropped his gaze. “I bet it is. It smells good. Every time I’m near your mate I crave milk and cookies.”
“That’s all you better want,” Slade growled.
Trisha shoved away from Slade. “I’m starting to blush. Let me call Harris and get him to send a kit to me.” She stared at Brawn. “Give her time. You both need some space right now to let things sink in.”
“I want to be with her. I need to be here.”
“It’s not about just you right now.” She held his gaze. “Be the bigger man. Do what is right for her and I’ll talk to her about Breeze, okay? I’ll make sure she knows you aren’t going on your date and that you haven’t been sleeping around. That will help a lot. That’s the truth, isn’t it? Tell me now if it’s not.”
“I haven’t touched a female since Becca except to dance with Breeze. She was worried about me and showed up to take me to the bar. I agreed to go out again with her later.”
“She expected to share sex.” Tiger shrugged. “Just saying.”
“She will be disappointed.” Brawn fisted his hands. “I will stay in the living room.” He glanced at the couch and winced. “I’ll sleep there or in the second bedroom.”
“No, you won’t. Damn, Brawn. Be reasonable.” Trisha held his gaze again. “Go home, punch something, do whatever it takes to deal with this but you can’t ever act the way you did today. What made you roar at her? Was it because she didn’t want to be your mate?”
“Yes. She’s mine.”
“That’s the kind of thinking you need to get a handle on. Never say that again until you two patch things up. She’s scared, pregnant and we’re holding her here against her will. She’s terrified her father is going to find out and hurt you. Or worse, you’ll hurt him. He’s her dad. You’re the father of her baby.