Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Hear me out. Move in. Tell me when you’re ready for me to move back in. I’ll stay at the cabin until then. No pressure. Move in, Bay. Sleep here tonight. I’ll bring all your stuff over when you’re ready.”
“It’s not a terrible idea to give Mom and Dad their privacy,” she says. “They’re like honeymooners.”
“Glad to hear that after what they just went through.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, sounding emotional.
“At least somebody’s getting lucky,” I mutter without measuring my words. I wince. “Forget I just said that. We’re going at your pace. I take that back. No pressure. I’m sorry.”
“I get it,” she whispers. “Have you… um… been taking anything to help with your… urges?”
My cock fucking aches at this question from her.
“Like Brody, I mean?” she unnecessarily explains. “He’s taking something Erica made to make it a little easier.”
“Not so far,” I reply.
“Um… sorry about that.”
“You’ve got the ability to fix it, you know…”
She’s quiet a second and I’m about to backtrack when she says, “Or… you could go get whatever Brody’s taking.”
Shit. What happened to no pressure?
“Just teasin’ you like I’ve always done, you know?” I say quickly. “Maybe we’ll eventually get to a point where you won’t take it as an insult.”
“We’ll see, I guess,” she says softly.
“Gonna get goin’ to town for some work that needs doin’. Just got to the house to drop your books off since I need the space for materials for one of our units. You gonna come back after work?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
Is that disappointment I hear? I won’t push my luck.
“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at five and we’ll go out. I have an idea. Not sure how it’ll shake out but… is that cool?”
I want to take her somewhere there’s live music, something we can dance to. She’s only ever had one dance, with me, and it’s time she got to do more of it.
“Okay,” she answers.
“Later, Bay.”
“Later.”
I put my phone down and race upstairs to the bedroom.
Staring at the bed, I reach for my fly and undo it before I grab the pillow she slept on. I inhale her scent, pulling it in deep. The idea that this is where she’ll sleep from now on feels really fucking good.
One of my shirts is under the bottom pillow. This is the shirt I wore last night. I figured it must have blown away when I ran back for my clothes. A smile stretches my face to its’ limits because this means she grabbed my shirt from her driveway and brought it here. Slept with it. Wanted my scent close.
I pull my aching cock out with a hiss. I squeeze, holding the pillow she slept on to my nose with my free hand. Fuck. I need more. I need her so damn much.
I lay on the bed with my jeans around my hips, jacking off to the image in my head of Bailey here in this bed, using one of my shirts like a security blanket.
I can’t wait to have her. But, I’ll make myself wait. I just hope it doesn’t take much longer.
Her here, in this house, settling in… it should help. It’s a start.
My back arches as I groan out my climax, spilling the mess all over my belly.
Instead of reaching for a towel or a Kleenex to wipe it away, I roll to my belly and grin as I catch my breath, hoping she’ll sleep right here tonight.
40
JASE
I don’t need to drive to the village tonight since I’m going to Tyson’s cabin after a productive workday, but I do anyway, driving by my house to see if Bailey’s there.
And when I see her car in my driveway, fuck… relief practically seeps through my skin. More progress.
I want to park, rip the front door off the hinges, take her into my arms and finally fucking make her mine.
But I grip the wheel tight and force myself to keep driving, because I need to wait.
Though how long is it safe to go on like this? I’m sketched out by the fact I could start to have psychological issues like Riley had from all this waiting, so I phone Cat Savage on my way out of the village.
“Hello Jase,” she greets.
“Hey, Cat. Don’t know if you can answer this question, but … all this waiting to claim Bailey ... How long until things go screwy with my wolf?”
“Each individual alpha’s mating journey is quite… individual, Jase. Are you feeling okay?”
“I don’t want to risk anything and wind up hurting her.”
“Perhaps you should ask Erica to give you some of the remedy she made for Brody.”
I sigh.
“There’s no shame in that, Jase. They’re safe and evidently effective. But my opinion… you aren’t fighting the mating bond. You’re taking care of your mate by waiting. I believe that in itself makes this different from what happened with my nephew and Erica.”