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through his hair, gripping onto him with everything she had. Her scent of
arousal hit him hard as he backed her up against the bathroom door, forgetting
where they were, forgetting everything but Maggie’s lips pressing against his. Just
before he could pull her tighter up against him, the bathroom door gave way
behind them and they went crashing through it, landing on the floor, with him
on top of her.
    ‘Jesus, Maggie. You ok? I’m so
sorry.’ He looked down at her shocked expression, hoping to god he hadn’t hurt
her. She looked up at him and started laughing, running her hand down the side
of his face.
    ‘You know, I kind of thought that,
when I finally got you on top of me, it would be in a classier location.’ Her
eyes were full of sparkle and mischief. He loved this side of her and wished
she showed it to him more often. Normally, she was so shy and avoided eye
contact with him, but he didn’t dare question the change in her.
    ‘Maggie, I’m so sorry.’ He stood
up and pulled her up with him, rubbing his hands down her arms to check she wasn’t
hurt.
    ‘I’m fine. We better get back
before they think we’ve snuck out on them.’
    Brandon didn’t want to go back to
the table. Instead, he just wanted to take her home and make good of her
earlier statement of being on top of her. Her scent was driving him nuts and he
didn’t think he could be a gentleman for much longer.
    ‘I can’t just yet,’ he said. ‘Just
give me a minute.’ Maggie saw the blush in his cheeks and realised what he was
talking about. Her eyes drew down his body to his crotch and saw the telltale
sign of his erection. ‘Jesus, Maggie, have a heart will you, and stop looking
at me like that. I can’t go back out there to my parents like this.’ But Maggie
just laughed.
    ‘Aren’t you supposed to think
about things like baseball or politics to help with your... umm... situation?’ She
laughed, still looking at his crotch.
    ‘Hey. Eyes up here, thank you.’
Brandon tried to adjust himself, but it didn’t help. Nothing was going to work
whilst she was still looking at him. ‘Maggie, I’m warning you…’ However, he
regretted his words the instant he saw her spine stiffen and her eyes fill with
panic. His last warning had been meant as a joke, but by the look of her she hadn’t
taken it that way. ‘Maggie, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I would never
hurt you. You know that, right?’ The moment he saw the hurt in her eyes his
‘problem’ was forgotten and his main priority was settling her.
    ‘I know,’ she replied. ‘It’s just
that sometimes memories come back to me.’ Her head lowered and her shoulders
slumped. Brandon felt like a royal prick.
    ‘Maggie, you know I’m here for
you if you need to tell me anything. You can trust me. You know that?’
    ‘I know and I do. One day, when
I’m ready, you’ll know. I’m sorry I ruined the moment.’
    ‘No baby, you didn’t. Come on,
let’s go get another drink. I think I’m safe to go sit with my parents again.’ He
laughed, hoping to defuse the situation. Taking her hand, he led her back
towards his family and friends.
    His parents were still on the
dance floor with the newly-married couple and other pack members. Callie was
sitting on Logan's lap, wrapped up in his brother’s huge arms. He was looking
at his mate as if she were his world. Brandon hoped one day Maggie would be
sitting with him like that, possibly at their own wedding. Logan turned and
watched them sit down at the table.
    ‘That didn’t take long, brother. Hope
you didn’t mate with her in the back of this dirty bar. Mum will kill you if
she has to tell that tale to her grand-kids.’ Callie slapped his arm to make
him stop the teasing.
    ‘Fuck off, Logan,’ replied
Brandon. ‘You’re the one who likes dirty motels, from what I hear.’ He turned
to Maggie, hoping she hadn’t heard Logan’s remark about mating. However,
judging from her bashful look, she knew exactly what