Tilly.
The sound of my brother's voice woke me up from sleep and with me—Chase Dubois.
Which was weird because the last person I wanted to be dreaming of the morning after losing my virginity to my not so honorable Lycan Prince was Kessington Winchester.
No body wants their older brother's voice in their head while lying stark naked on a naked man's chest.
It wasn't a good visual. Good thing it was a dream.
"TILLY ANN WINCHESTER!"
Fuck! Not a dream.
"Fuck!"
I bolted upright, tangled in the sheet, my heart slamming against my ribs.
What was Kess doing here?
Chase was already moving—grabbing his trousers, hopping on one foot, swearing under his breath. Or maybe I was the one doing all those things because when I looked at him he looked awfully relaxed for some caught in the act by an overprotective brother.
"How did he find us?" he asked, putting a shirt on "Did we oversleep?"
