Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

SIMON

Was it a walk of shame when you stumbled out of a hidden vault and into a closet to find an annoyed hellhound leaning against the wall with his arms crossed? With one glance, Dillon knew what we'd been doing. Not that I thought it'd be a secret, but this made me squirm almost as much as when Mama and Pops had sat me and my littermates down and given us the "talk." No one wants to talk about sex with their parents. And I didn't want to talk about sex with a police officer, either.

Our pants had survived our make-out session in his hoard room, but our shirts hadn't. Ogden had destroyed them when he'd ripped them off our bodies. We'd used the ripped shirts to wipe away our mess, but I doubted we'd cleaned up everything. But that meant we weren't wearing shirts, and I didn't like another man's eyes on Ogden's body .

I stepped in front of him to block the hellhound's view of my… dragon.

I didn't even know what to call him. Some people didn't like labels, but I wasn't one of those people. I liked to know things and understand how everything worked together. It helped me figure out the rules for interacting with people. Was Ogden my boyfriend? I mean, we did just make out in the room where he kept his treasure. That seemed a step up from just friends.

We'd talked about being mates, but was it too soon? We'd only met like… Wow … Was it only yesterday?

" About time," Dillon muttered. He squished up his nose like the smell of sex offended him. He shook his head, as if he couldn't believe we'd stop to make out when we were in the middle of an investigation. The hellhound scowled at us, then spun around and marched out of the closet. " Glad to know you didn't run into any problems in there."

Ogden snickered. " Nope . No problems at all."

" Get your asses cleaned up. We're heading over to Wesley's place next."

My cheeks were scorching hot. I couldn't believe we'd just… done what we'd done… when we knew people were out here waiting for us. How would I ever face Van and Dillon again?

Holy Magic , I hoped Mama never found out about this.

" Come here, kitty cat," Ogden said as he tugged me deeper into his massive closet, distracting me from my spiraling thoughts. " Calm down. One step at a time. We have to get dressed first. Then we can think about all the rest. "

At least Ogden's closet, with all its different textures and colors and types of clothes, was a distraction; I'd never seen anything like it. It boggled my mind. He'd arranged the clothes by color like a bright rainbow. I didn't know where he stashed his black, white, gray, and beige clothes, but I couldn't see any of them. He had to own them; everyone did. I looked around his closet again. Or maybe not. Everything on display was bright, bold, and vibrant.

Then Ogden pulled out various shirts and held them in front of me and I forgot all about black and gray and white and beige.

" This one will dry," I said, dangling the one I had clutched in my hand. I didn't relish the idea of wearing a ripped and cum-stained shirt for the rest of the day, but Ogden was smaller than me and he didn't seem the type to buy oversized or baggy clothes. I was sure nothing he owned would fit me.

" Here ," he said as he thrust a lime green polo shirt into my hands. " Try this one."

I eyed the colorful shirt dubiously, trying to figure out how to say no without offending him, but he wasn't paying any attention to me. He'd already stripped off the clothes he'd borrowed from me and was digging in the drawer with his pretty underwear. The underwear he pulled out… They were teal. Was that the right word? They looked silky soft. When he'd wrapped his hand around me, his touch had been silky soft too.

I swallowed hard as my cock rallied again.

As he pulled on his underwear, I couldn't look away. The pretty fabric was beautiful against his skin. I glanced at the other colors in his underwear drawer. I bet they'd all be gorgeous.

Maybe someday he would model all of them for me.

But not now. Unfortunately .

We didn't have time to waste—not with Dillon and Van and the others waiting for us. I glanced back at the opening leading to his bedroom. He really needed a door on that. I wiped my plain gray T -shirt over my stomach where my skin still felt a little sticky.

Now what was I supposed to do with it?

" Just toss yours in the hamper. Maybe we can use it for rags or something," Ogden said without pausing as he sorted through his shirts.

I did as he suggested, thankful I hadn't worn one of my favorite shirts today.

Then I eyed the one he'd given me. It looked way too small. " I don't know about this. I don't want to wreck your clothes."

" It is stretchy. It'll be fine," Ogden said as he wiggled into some tight rusty red pants, hiding his silky teal underwear from view. I took a moment to appreciate the way his slim body moved. It reminded me of the way he'd undulated and writhed in his dragon form, all graceful and smooth, as he flew across the lake under the moonlight.

Then he tugged on a short-sleeved orange shirt, hiding his skin from me. I skipped shirts like that when I shopped because it looked like they'd need to be dry-cleaned, or at the very least, ironed. He smiled when he caught me watching him as his fingers danced over his buttons.

No one I knew wore bright clothes like that. Not in real life. Every eye would be on him as soon as we walked out the door. I'd never ever be able to dress like that, but the clothes suited him.

" Go on," he said, nodding at the green shirt in my hand. " Try it."

I tugged on the fabric and sure enough, it stretched. Would it be enough? Only one way to find out. I slipped it over my head. By the time I pulled the hem down and adjusted the way the shirt stretched over my shoulders, I felt like a bit of sausage meat being shoved into a casing.

" Oh , that color is perfect for you," he enthused. " Brings out the color of your eyes."

He bounced over to me and smoothed his palms over my chest where the T -shirt molded to every dip and bulge, pausing only long enough to tweak my nipples. His eyes twinkled as his gaze danced over my body. He licked his lips as if he liked what he saw.

" A little snug, but so much better than what you were wearing," he said. " How do you like it?"

" I feel like if I take too big of a breath, the seams will burst."

He laughed like I'd told a joke, even though I was being serious. " It'll be fine. The shirt is quality. The seams will hold."

" Uh … okay… If you're sure… But I could just wear?—"

" I'm sure," he said. " The color is divine on you, kitty cat."

Then , before I could come up with a better protest, Ogden pulled me out of the closet—ha! I'd been out of the closet for years—and through the apartment until we found the others.

" We're ready," Ogden announced to Dillon and the others when we found them all gathered downstairs in the office. " Let's go find Wesley and arrest that arsehole."