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)
I want to tell him a million things. Thank you. I want you. Can we stay here forever? But that would require pulling my phone out and texting him. I opt for just enjoying the moment while I can. After three back-to-back songs, he brings his lips that are swollen from our making out to my ear.
“Let’s get a drink.”
He pulls me over to a bar, where a cute older guy is serving drinks. The guy sweeps his gaze over us and shakes his head.
“Nice try, baby hotties,” the guy shouts, “but I don’t serve minors.”
I shoot Cash a wide-eyed stare, and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry. We’ll flirt with someone and convince him to buy us a drink.”
I’m curious to see if this actually works. With the wicked wink Cash throws at me, I’d say this isn’t his first time doing this.
An older guy, sitting alone, watches us like we’re the most delicious pair of guys he’s ever seen. I nudge Cash, slyly pointing at the guy.
“Say no more, Rem.” Cash grins at me. “Watch and learn.”
All it takes are some quick, flirty words from Cash and a shy smile from me to have the guy—Brandt—happily buying drinks for us all night long.
Cyrus
I wake first to the blood rushing to my dick and then become fully aware when I hear my phone ringing. The closer to the full moon, the deeper my urge to shift becomes. I’m nearly desperate to submit to the beast and let him run wild.
What would he do?
Fuck.
I groan at the thought. The only fucking I do is during my shift and while in wolf form. It’s always Judd. He’s the only one who can handle my ravishing—the only one I’ve ever fucked. It’s crazed and manic and emotionless. An itch that needs scratching. It feels wrong when we do it, hence why it never happens in human form since I can’t stomach it. We don’t talk about it because there isn’t anything to say. I’m sure Rey and Ewan and Finnick know, but it’s not something we discuss. It’s certainly not something I’ve ever told Remy.
My phone begins ringing again. I ignore my throbbing dick, promising it some hand action later and then some real action on the full moon, before sliding out of bed to answer the call. As soon as I see Jax’s number on my screen, my heart drops. I search the bond, my aim for only one person, and calm settles over me when I sense him sleeping deeply.
I choke on the calm, though, when I consider this probably means Jax has found another body.
“This is Cyrus,” I grunt in greeting. “Better be good.”
Jax huffs, his breath crackling through the line. “Pulled in two kids for underage drinking.”
“And?”
“One of them is Remy.”
“What?” I bellow, anger chasing off the confusion still lingering from being woken up.
“Blur. Gay nightclub on Main Street. Got a call from the owner, Kian, who was tending bar. He’d turned them down when they tried to buy alcohol, but they must have talked someone into buying it for them. They were wasted, so he called me. You need to come get them.”
Rage boils beneath my skin. “Them?”
“The Easton kid. Cash.” He cuts off my growl with one of his own. “And before you get all pissy, I already tried to call his brothers. They’re not answering. You live right up the road from him. Drop him off on your way home and don’t try to rip off his other arm while you’re at it.”
I hang up after promising him I’m on my way. I’ve barely thrown on my clothes before Judd appears in the doorway, dressed with his keys in hand.
“Do I want to know?” he asks.
“That fucking boy.” I shove my feet into my boots, not bothering to tie them. “He’s at the police station.”
His eyes grow wide, but he wisely doesn’t say a word, just turns on his heel and heads out. Ten minutes later and we’re cruising down Old Highway 946 toward town.
“You can’t kill him,” Judd says, fingers thrumming on the steering wheel.
“Oh, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill them both.”
He chuckles. “Don’t you remember being that age?”
“Fuck no. That was nearly two decades ago.”
“I can assure you that you were probably worse of a shithead than Remy. Cut the kid some slack. He’s a late bloomer, hitting his rebellious phase now rather than when he hit puberty.”
I ignore him for the rest of the drive, trying like hell to reach through the bond and throttle Remy, but the fucker is still passed out.
Cy’s probably going to whip his ass for this one. Knowing them, they’ll probably both be into that shit.
I snap my head to the side, glaring at Judd. “The fuck you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Don’t lie to me. I heard it. You said…” I trail off. “Never mind.”