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)
Cluck. Cluck.
The sound of his tongue has me lifting to peer into his eyes. He doesn’t try to sign any words to me. Instead, he studies me with such scrutiny, I feel as though he’s performing explorative surgery with a razor-sharp scalpel.
I lift a questioning brow at him, but before I can utter out a word, someone bangs on the door.
“Ewan and Finnick are back,” Judd says from the other side of the door. “Rey has dinner ready too.”
My blood runs cold because I’m naked and spent, sprawled out on top of Remy for fuck’s sake. Had Judd walked in like he’d done earlier, I don’t know how I would explain this.
“Right. I’ll be out in a sec,” I grunt out. “Let me wake Remy.”
“See you in a bit.”
Judd’s footsteps thud away, and my heart slows.
When I don’t feel like I’m going to throw up from nerves, I sit up and roll off him. If I look at Remy’s tight, naked body again, there’s no telling what I’ll do. Getting cleaned up and dressed isn’t it, I know that much. I’m finding it harder and harder to separate myself from him. Almost like the idea physically pains me.
It’s confusing and doesn’t make any fucking sense.
I’ve known Remy for a decade. A damn decade. Not once have I ever thought about him in some creepy-ass way. He’d just been someone I knew I needed to protect and look after. Now he’s railroaded my every thought and sensation. Like he has the power to get inside my head, injecting me with all that is him.
Don’t look at me like that. He scowls as he signs the words. Like you regret it. Like you regret me.
His usual defensive nature is up and sharp as a blade ready to hack at me. But it’s also the first time I see his vulnerability reflecting back.
Regret you? I sign, smirking at him. Never. Except when you always eat the last ice cream sandwich.
Finnick, he signs, his expression serious though we both know that’s bullshit.
A laugh tumbles past my lips, and his grin is wide. So fucking beautiful. His features turn stony, though, stealing the smile that set my soul on fire.
Did you really find Wyatt’s things?
I nod at his question. No body, though. That’s a relief.
Cash got upset with me. He lowers his hands for a minute to touch his naked chest. He was angry I wasn’t wearing the dogtags he gave me. It’s why he left.
Irritation punches me in the gut. I grind my teeth together, bothered by Remy’s words. That little fucker had no right to get mad at Remy for something I did.
It’s fine, he signs. But I need them back. They’re his.
As long as he’s not putting another man’s jewelry around his neck, I don’t care. The only thing I want touching him is me.
“In my coat in the front hall,” I tell him, using words this time. “Come on. Let’s go. I’m starving. Someone made me work up an appetite.”
He sits up and leans forward, capturing my lips with his in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever known. After he pulls back, he puts a finger to his lips, a reminder to keep our secret quiet.
I don’t have to be told twice. I’m sure as hell not ready to admit this shit to the pack.
Soon, though.
There’s no way I can hold all this in forever.
Things are changing around here. I just hope my pack doesn’t abandon me when they find out.
Remy
I can’t stop looking at him.
Which is insane and dangerous because we’re in a room full of people. Our pack is tense and aware. They know something is going on, but none of them broaches the obvious topic.
Us.
Cy and me.
His scent clouds around me like a heady fog. When he came all over me as we rutted together, it felt like a claim. I wonder if they can smell that claim that says I’m his.
Roaming my gaze along the others while we eat Rey’s spaghetti, I look for clues. Rey’s black eyebrows are pinched and her full lips pressed together as if she’s holding back words. Judd is an unreadable statue, but his eyes flare with…something. Finnick is playful, but I don’t miss the curious glances he throws Cy’s way from time to time. Ewan’s attention is on me, a slight downturn of his lips as though he’s disappointed.
Irritation prickles over my skin, making me bristle. I don’t know what Ewan’s problem is. Even if he did know that Cy and I are…whatever we’re doing…it’s not his business. I’m a fucking adult who can make his own decisions.
A foot nudges mine beneath the table. The sudden burst of warmth and calm that comes with it tells me it’s Cy. Our eyes lock for a second before he looks away. In that second, assurance and love radiate from him. My heart, which had taken to racing with fury, slows to a healthy cadence.