This man. I really was spoiled. “You talked about yourself a lot and your house.”
“Yes, I was hoping that you would learn a little bit about me and recognize me as your mate.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He looked back at me, reaching an arm back and patting my leg. “Nothing to be sorry for, my love. We have made the best of it. All is well that ends well.”
“We could have had more time.”
“We’re still young,” he said.
“I’m young. You’re ancient.”
He laughed. “All right, we’re pulling into town. Don’t make me look like a weirdo, talking to myself.”
It was odd being in the back, not able to look out the windows, even though I knew the drive by heart. Since he lived just a few houses down from me, we were taking the same route that I would take to get home. Every twist and turn irritated my stomach.
Then finally, he was pulling into his garage. It went dark when he put the door down after we parked. I was happy to be out of the car. I was ready to walk into his house when he swept me into his arms and carried me bridal style.
“This is tradition, right? Carry you over the threshold?” he said.
“I’m pretty sure that refers to human brides and is specifically for the threshold of your bedroom.”
“I think it’s the front door threshold. We’ll have to look it up. Either way, let me carry you inside.”
“I’ve been traveling. I should shower.”
“We could shower together.”
He sat me down in the living room, and I took in the sight of his home.
The west wall had a built-in bookshelf in the corners, with the center holding a large TV mounted on the wall. The bay windowfaced the south, guaranteeing us a lot of natural light throughout the year. The plush carpet was warm beneath my feet.
“Is the floor heated?” I asked.
“Yeah, I put that in when I added on to this room. I remember you said you hated that your bedroom was hardwood cause your feet were always cold in the winter.”
I blinked at him. “You heard me complain about cold feet one time, so you added heated floors to your house?”
“Just in this room. I couldn’t do the rest of the house. Maybe someday.”
I wrapped my arms around his middle. “Brax, I’m pretty sure I owe you a blow job every day for the rest of your life. You are… something else.”
He kissed my neck. “Anything for you, mate.”
His phone buzzed, and I stepped out of his embrace. “For God’s sakes, I’ve been home for two seconds. What do these people want? Hello,” he answered, “Yes, I just pulled in. No, I’m not— Do I really need to? Dammit, Westley, I really just want to relax.”
He hung up.
“What did my brother want?”
“Well… he may or may not know that I went after you. So when he saw my truck drive by, he had a few questions.”
“What? I thought you said you didn’t talk to my family about me being your mate.”
“I didn’t until I saw you leave. Then I sort of blurted it out to Westley and Jules. I had to find out where you were going. I had to talk to someone. It was him.”
A yawn overtook me then, and I couldn’t really bring myself to worry about what my brother was going to do with that information. If he hadn’t told my parents yet, there was a good chance he was waiting to hear from me.
