I debate letting him sleep here, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. If he sleeps here, I’m going to fuck him. Plain and simple.
The memories lingering are almost too much.
“Can you lock up the house, Riv?” I ask as I gather Arbor in my arms. “I’m gonna drive this one home.”
“Sure thing,” he says as I grab Arbor’s keys and then help him to his car. I’ll drive him back to his place and then grab a rideshare home. It’s not that far to the city, and I can afford the cost to get back here. It all makes perfect sense.
And I won’t be staying at his place.
Not at all.
“You want me to follow and give you a ride back home?” Forest asks from the porch.
“No, I’m good. See you later. And let me know when you head up north. I want to join you.”
Forest nods, and I help Arbor get settled in his seat. He moans softly when my hand touches the skin below the hem of his shirt, and the werewolves’ ears perk up at the sound. But I send them a glower, and they back off.
Not that they’d do anything, but still. They don’t need to hear how sweet Arbor sounds at the moment. How fucking good.
“Come on. Buckle up.”
“If I do, will you fuck me?” he asks softly as I lean over him and fumble with the seatbelt latch. As I do, his face nuzzles into my chest, his scent honey and vanilla.
It makes me incredibly hard.
“No fucking. Just dropping you off.”
“Shame. I miss you.”
I stare down at him, his eyelashes fluttering, and then he’s snoring softly.
“Fuck me,” I murmur as I walk to the driver’s side and slide in. “And no fucking him.”
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
ARBOR
I wakeup groggy and out of sorts, the clock telling me it’s just past ten p.m. My mouth feels thick with cotton, and I swallow down the taste of bile.
Fuck, I drank too much and fell asleep, didn’t I? I don’t normally do that, but as flashes from earlier come bursting through my mind, I realize how nervous I was meeting Glenn’s brothers, the werewolves on his porch.
Just being with him at his place once more.
I had to drink to cope. And now here I am.
Glenn saw me completely wrecked, and he still drove me home.
Gods, when I see him at work, I’m going to be so fucking embarrassed.
I roll out of bed, stumbling toward the bathroom. It’s only when I’m at the sink, scrubbing my teeth, that I realize I’m not wearing pants.
Fuck, did he take them off me? Or did I shuck them in my delirious, overheated state?
I’m going to need to apologize when I see him. Get on my knees and grovel.
I spit out the paste in my mouth and splash some water on my face. I need some water, maybe some electrolytes, to get my body back on track.
