Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Agreeing to let Cash hang out with my fucking Remy is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. Having his self-righteousness clinging to the air, overpowering Remy’s scent is enough to have me wanting to grab Cash by his uninjured arm and shove him out my door. In the end, I grit my teeth and do nothing.
For now.
Remy
“Cool room.”
My heart hammers in my chest at seeing Cash in my space. Just last night, we’d been kissing like our lives depended on it. Seeing him here has filthy images filtering through my mind, all of which involve Cash naked.
I’m careful to keep that from my packmates.
He takes his time roaming his stare over my room from the rustic walls to the aged wood floors to the stacks of books all over the place. The boards creak beneath his feet with each step he takes into the room. His fingers run over the window as he admires the view into the forest.
I’m only admiring him.
He’s the best view I’ve had in forever.
His white-blond hair is messy today, and he has dark circles under his eyes, probably from spending the early morning in the ER, but his smile is bright. I rake my gaze over the black sling that holds his arm in a stable position. I still can’t believe Cyrus hurt him.
He finally kicks off his shoes and then flops down onto my bed, wincing slightly from the movement of his arm. His green eyes trail over my body as a smirk tugs at his lips. I’m suddenly self-conscious. Does he like what he sees?
“Come here,” he urges, patting the bed next to him.
I pull off my black boots and then join him on the bed. Rather than stay on my back, I lie on my side so I can look at him. It’s surreal having him here. I was sure Cyrus was going to veto my demand to have my friend over, but in the end, he agreed.
I try not to think about Cy with Cash lying in my bed. It’s an impossible feat though. Cyrus is practically stalking me through our bond. I can feel him sliding through my awareness, running through my veins, and thundering inside my chest. It’s infuriating to be so linked with him and his pack.
Cash steals my attention again by hooking his fingers into the top of my T-shirt at the collar and tugging me closer to him. Our lips meet for a brief, soft kiss that has me slamming a wall around my bond with the others so fast my head spins. I gasp in relief at having the mental freedom, and he chooses that opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth.
He tastes like rosemary and campfire smoke. I find I like that taste, shivering in delight as I devour more of him. My body responds so eagerly to his, my dick straining against my denim, aching for release. His lips curl into a smile that breaks our kiss.
I sigh and fall flat on my back. His chuckle has me grinning.
What? I sign, shooting him an exasperated look.
He doesn’t know ASL, but he’s incredibly intuitive to what I’m thinking. “Nothing. Just amused by you.”
I flip him off because everyone understands that gesture.
“You’re grumpy when you’re horny.” His green eyes flicker with his taunt. “I could cheer you up.”
A ragged breath rushes from my lungs as his palm ghosts over my erection. My hips lift, desperate for his touch. He rewards me by stroking over my length. Stars explode in my vision. The sheer pleasure from one simple touch is enough to nearly have me coming in my pants.
“I could suck you off and they would never know. Not even with the door open.” He flashes me a wicked grin. “It wouldn’t take but three seconds.”
This earns him the bird again, even if it is true.
He dips down, pressing his lips to my scarred neck. “I bet you taste good.”
Something brushes over my chest. My hand reaches between us to see what it is. Dogtags. I lift my brow in question as I tug at them.
“These were my dad’s.” His expression grows stormy as he pulls the chain off his neck, swinging them in front of me. “He went to keep peace overseas and never came back. They say a roadside bomb took him and a few other soldiers out. There were only body parts so we didn’t have anything to bury.”
I’m sorry, I sign. My mom and sister died too.
“Sometimes I wish I understood you,” he murmurs. “Someone you loved was hurt?” His fingers skim over my scarred neck. “Parent? Sibling?”
I nod and sign, Both. Sadness for the loss of my family feels extra raw tonight. It flays me and has emotion clogging my throat. I blink back the pain that’s stinging my eyes.