Growl (Winter Pass Wolves Book 2) by Vivian Wood, Amelie Hunt

the story about mom and dad… I think we should talk about it, B.”
    “No no no,” Brooke said, giving her head a sharp shake. “You promised me a night of fun. This conversation is like… the opposite of fun.”
    Chase huffed a sigh and shrugged.
    “Later, then, but we will talk. In the meantime, I think that girl’s about to give Pax a lap dance right here in the bar…”
    “The hell!” Brooke croaked, spinning around to see. “Is she seriously trying to get him to take her shirt off?”
    The girl was teasingly tucking the hem of her tube top in Pax’s hand, then yanking it away. Brooke saw Pax stifle a yawn, then say something and try to push the blonde a step back. He stood, which only encouraged the girl; she pressed herself up against Pax and started swaying to the bar’s loud music, grinning.
    “Get in there, slugger,” Chase said, giving Brooke a little push.
    “Go to hell,” Brooke said, but her feet were already carrying her toward Paxton.
    She stopped right next to the blonde, crossing her arms.
    “Do you mind?” Brooke asked, glaring at her.
    “Yes,” the woman said, eyes narrowing to slits. “I saw him first.”
    Brooke laughed, surprised.
    “I doubt that. We’ve been together since 2009,” Brooke informed her. “He just got back from deployment, so I’d appreciate if you stepped off.”
    The blonde looked up at Pax, who shrugged.
    “Told you so,” he said.
    With a huff, Miss Tube Top whirled and stalked off, looking for new prey. Pax looked at Brooke and shook his head.
    “Oh, now we’re together, huh?” he asked. “An hour ago, you told me to stop eye fucking you , if I recall correctly.”
    “Is there any chance we can just not talk about this right now?” Brooke asked, pulling a face. “I haven’t exactly been my best self tonight.”
    Pax’s lips twitched, and Brooke could tell that she’d been forgiven.
    “I guess I’m okay with any self you want to be, as long as it’s wearing this dress,” he said, reaching out and running his fingertips down her hip, tugging at the hem of the ridiculously short garment.
    “Yeah?” Brooke asked, catching his hand and pulling him toward the packed dance floor. “Come see it in action.”
    Pax let her tow him into the crush of gyrating bodies, surprisingly unresistant. She could tell from the look on his face that the bar wasn’t playing his kind of music. At the moment a sultry remix of a Nine Inch Nails song was playing. The bass was low and persistent, the song’s lyrics were more than a little suggestive, and the crowd was writhing enthusiastically along.
    Pax took the lead, pulling Brooke up against his body as they swayed to the beat. He pressed one muscular thigh between hers, his hand splayed against her lower back to hold her close. Brooke bit her lip and stared up at him, their gazes connecting and holding, tension building between them.
    It was like stoking a banked fire, flames leaping to life again like no time had passed. Like the last six years never happened, like she and Paxton hadn’t missed a single moment together. Even now, past and present blurred, the memory of Pax’s lips on hers so fresh in her mind that she wasn’t sure where they were, what they were doing.
    The song shifted and Pax turned her around, pulling her ass back against his body as he swayed his hips. He was hard, and the feel of him made Brooke’s mouth go dry. Pax’s hands guided the movement of her hips, squeezing her flesh, reminding her of how dominant and confident he was in bed.
    Damn, the man was pure sex.
    “Alright, love birds,” Chase shouted in Brooke’s ear, making her jump. She turned to find her brother standing with his arms crossed, several women gravitating towards him with interested expressions. “We gotta go.”
    “Awwwww,” Brooke protested as Chase shooed her off the dance floor, Pax trailing behind them. “You’re no fun, you know that? Maybe you should let loose, live a little. When’s the last time