“It’s a long story,” Brian said.
“Keith?” Ricky said from the phone. “Is that you?”
“Hi, Ricky. You’re pregnant again, huh? That’s fast.”
“Oh, yeah, Morgan wants lots of kids and… Forget about that. Listen, Keith—”
The doorbell sounded at the same time a baby cried in Ricky’s background.
“Sounds like Alex needs you and that’s probably Peters now,” Brian said. “We need to go, but don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.” He ended the call and set the phone down.
“Hurt him.” Keith chuckled and shook his head as he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. “I’ll get your clothes while you get ready.” He stepped over to the closet. “We shouldn’t keep Morgan waiting.”
“Peters showed up unannounced. He can handle waiting a few minutes,” Brian grumbled as he followed him into the bathroom.
“Do you have a problem with Morgan?”
Brian made a disgruntled sound around the toothbrush he had just put in his mouth and toothpaste foamed around his lips. It was adorable.
“He’s a wonderful person,” Keith told him. He set two piles of clothes on the counter and then turned on the faucet in the second sink and put a washcloth under the water.
Brian spit the toothpaste into his sink. “You know Morgan Peters?”
“Very well.” He took the damp cloth to Brian and rubbed it over his belly and chest.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re flaky with our come. That can’t be comfortable.”
Brian’s cheeks heated and he leaned forward. The doorbell rang again.
Keith gave him a quick kiss and then picked up his briefs and jeans. “Let’s get you dressed.” He handed him his underwear first.
“Why aren’t you getting ready?”
“I need to take a quick shower,” he explained, gesturing toward his torso. The previous night, he had lain on his back and jerked Brian off while he had crouched above him, his fingers buried in Keith’s hole. Both of their releases were spread over hisskin. “A little bit smeared on you when you kissed me afterward, but I need more than a washcloth to get clean.”
Brian’s nostrils flared and his gaze heated once again.
“Focus.” Keith laughed and gave him his jeans.
“I want you again,” Brian said as he stepped into them.
“Glad to hear it.” Keith kissed his cheek and pressed his shirt into his hands. “I’ll be fast.”
“Okay.” He glanced at the clothes Keith had set out for himself. “We can get you your own things.”
He had been sharing Brian’s wardrobe because he had nothing of his own, they were the same size, and he enjoyed draping himself in the faint scent of his mate.
“You keep saying that and I keep telling you that I’d rather wear yours.” He turned on the shower and stepped under the cold spray, not wanting to lose time. “Unless you mind sharing.”
“I like sharing with you. I’m only offering because I don’t want you to ever go without.”
“I know.” His heart softened once again. He opened the door and smiled at Brian. “Thank you. Go on. I’ll be right behind you.”
Chapter 7
“Peters,” Brian said by way of greeting. It was as polite as he could bring himself to be to Morgan Peters. He wanted to like the man on his doorstep because getting along with a neighboring pack’s Alpha would be good for Purple Sky, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
