“Thank fuck,” he breathed, his chest expanding shakily. “I know I shouldn’t be relieved to hear that, but fuck, I am.”
“I get it,” I said simply. “I can’t promise you anything, but…”
“But you’re giving me a chance. And that’s all I want, Reid.”
Mischief zipped through me as I took a few steps backwards. “That, and fucking me through the mattress before your parents get home, right?”
We might’ve just had dinner, but there was only one word to describe the expression on Evan’s face.
Ravenous.
I winked at him. “Race ye upstairs.”
Chapter 26
Evan
Igave Reid a thirty-second head start. It was a bit pointless really. As soon as I unleashed my wolf, he had us upstairs before I could exhale.Metaphorically, of course. He wasn’t allowed out to play right now.
This was just for me and Reid.
When I crashed into the bedroom, Reid was on his back on the bed. He squeaked as I prowled closer.
“Jesus, you move fast.” Reid’s words dissolved into a groan as I slid on top of him. “You better not do anything else too fast.”
I braced most of my weight on my elbow so as not to crush him and smirked down at his rosy face. “Oh, so I didn’t tease you enough during that blow job earlier. Noted. I’ll make sure to drag it out longer this time.”
“No,” Reid squealed as I tickled his ribs, writhing under me. “I take it back! Be fast. So fast. The fastest.”
Wanting him closer, I rolled us until I was beneath him. “Funny how you’re implying it’ll be up to me.”
He went pink. “What do ye mean?”
“I mean, you’re a bossy bottom.” I slid my hands downto palm his arse. “We both know you’re going to be in charge.”
Reid fiddled with a button on my shirt. “I don’t have to be.”
“You better be,” I said warningly, slipping my hand under his trousers to squeeze a cheek. “I spend a lot of time giving orders, sweetheart, and I’d be fucking delighted to take them for once.”
“And if I want ye to be in charge?”
This felt like a trick question, so I just went with honesty. “Then I’ll happily pin you down and give you what I think ye need. I’ll enjoy it either way, sweetheart. It’s not just sex: it’s sex with you.”
He sat up, straddling my waist. “You’ve got a mighty high opinion of my skills in the bedroom.”
“Are ye telling me I’m wrong?”
“No.” He smirked down at me as his fingers went back to my shirt buttons. There was no hesitation in his touch now as he briskly unfastened one after another. “I’m pretty fucking spectacular.”
It wasn’t his words that had me laughing tenderly, but his expression—an unusual mix of confidence and sarcasm that just about undid me. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”
Once my chest was bared, he flattened his palms on my pecs. “You’re spectacular yourself.”
I fought the urge to flex. “I’m okay.”
“Better than okay.” He dragged his hands down my torso. “Jesus, Ev. I swear some of your muscles have muscles.”
He paused, his fingers at the top of my happy trail. “Is that possible? Like, can ye exercise so much that you get abs ontopof your abs? It can’t be. But then some people have eight and ten packs. Is that muscles that are already therebut under fat? Or are they literally forming whole new muscles?”
