“Stick around here long enough and you’ll witness it. You’ll regret thinking that then.”
I shoved off the doorframe and stalked across the room. I wavered as I got to the sofa. Should I take Ma’s seat or sit on the chair instead? Shit. I hadn’t questioned my instincts last night. But it had been easier to ignore my brain when Reid was in shock. When he obviously wanted me close. Touching him.
Now, in the cold light of day, was that still what he wanted?
Like he could hear my thoughts, he peered up at me. “What are ye hovering for? Is this, like, a kink for you?”
I blinked in surprise. I might have a million years ahead of me, and I suspected I’d need all of them to understand how Reid’s mind worked. “A kink?”
“Aye.” He gestured at me impatiently. “Emphasising the size difference between us by towering over me.”
I scratched at my head. “Um, no. Unless that’s a kink for you?”
Reid laughed, the lightness of the sound obliterating more of the darkness. “If it was, I’d be suggesting a more fun way to explore it than just having you looming over me like Lurch.”
Just like that, I was picturing what he hinted at. Him riding my cock, my big hands spanning his slim waist. His legs wound around me as I pinned him against a wall, surrounding Reid with my body as he writhed beneath me.
Like he did that night on the sofa.
I sucked in a breath and immediately choked on my own spit. I’d yet to be taken out by another supe, but apparently saliva was my true enemy.
As I slammed my fist against my chest in an effort to clear it, Reid dissolved into hysterics. He was doubled over, clutching his stomach as he gasped for air in between fits of giggles.
When I recovered, I stared at him, enraptured. Reid was always captivating. Had been ever since he’d walked out of the storage room in Thistle Do Nicely and into my life.
Right now, completely uninhibited and full of joy, he’d moved far beyond captivating.
Reid was the most beautiful being I’d ever seen. I couldn’t look away.
Suddenly, I wished there was a camera on me—something to capture the expression on my face. Evidence of whether or not I was looking at Reid the way I suspected I was.
The way Pa looked at Ma. How Finn looked at Chester. Danny at Riley.
Like Reid was the sole reason for my existence.
Oblivious to the revelation coursing through me, Reid wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of my hoody. “Christ, I haven’t laughed this much in a long time. What a morning.”
Fuck it, my brain wasn’t getting me anywhere. Maybe I needed to give my instincts a turn at the wheel.
Dropping onto the sofa, I picked up some photos at random. “Good to know my childhood memories have provided a source of amusement.”
Reid smiled as he held up a shot of me and Hamish eating rapidly melting ice pops. “You look like you had a happy childhood.”
“I did,” I answered honestly. “I’m lucky to have had Ma and Pa.”
“That’s not luck,” Reid said quietly. “It shouldn’t be, anyway. Good parenting should just be the norm.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t look at it that way.” I put the photos down and rested my hand on Reid’s knee. “Luck suggests a lack of intent and responsibility, and I don’t want any of your family having even a theoretical out. What you went through wasn’t because you were unlucky. It was because they were cunts.”
I went to draw back my hand, but Reid stopped me by covering it with his own. My eyes snapped up to his face, but aside from a slight blush on his cheeks, he didn’t acknowledge it.
“Did ye get the information you needed from them? Neil and the others?”
“No,” I sighed. “Logan’s still working on them, but I decided to call it a day.”
As soon as the sun had peeked over the horizon, I’d been itching to get back to Reid. I’d satisfied both myselfand my wolf with the suffering I’d inflicted, and then I’d wanted to get back to what truly mattered.
Making sure Reid was okay.
