Page 44 of Reclaiming Home

“There’s certainly room for that.” Kye turned to us. “If we keep growing the pack, we’ll need a big table, too.”

I smiled at him, until he blushed and turned away again.

Iwent upstairs first and washed my face in the bathroom in the hopes of feeling a bit less icky from the drive. I took off my shirt and grabbed a washcloth, then wet it with hot water before running it along my neck.

I heard Kye coming into the bedroom and opened the door. “Hey, you need the bathroom?”

He clearly thought about it for a second, then stilled as his gaze locked on my torso. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me shirtless before, but somehow, right then, he seemed almost spellbound.

I waited until he snapped out of it and blushed.

“Uh, yeah, I could pee before I try to nap,” he murmured.

“Okay, let me just….” I put the washcloth on the edge of the hamper and walked out.

He slipped inside the bathroom, closing the door. I could hear him whisper“Jesus fucking Christ…”and snickered quietly.

To me, Kye was endlessly attractive. The lithe form with pale skin, long hair, and soulful yet mischievous eyes? Wolfnip, I tell you. And that wasbeforeI even considered who he was on the inside.

I took off my jeans, because who would want to sleep in those? Then I lay down on the bed but didn’t get under the covers yet. Instead, I scoffed at myself, yet posed a bit anyway.

Half-reclined on the pillows, I put one hand behind my head, so my bicep popped, and spread my legs a bit, bending one knee slightly.

Okay, maybe I was posing more than a little.

The bathroom door opened and Kye stepped out. He did a comical double-take, then marched to the bedroom door. For a split second I thought I’d overdone it and he was walking out, but he closed the door instead and turned to me.

“Really, Brodie?” he asked, hands on his hips.

“You closed the door, though.” I smirked.

He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth had been twitching even though he tried to scold me.

He left his sweats on the floor and climbed on the bed, then promptly knee-walked in between my legs and settled over me like a human blanket.

I smoothed his hair behind the ear that wasn’t pressed against my chest, then slid my hands over his shoulders and along his back, petting him.

Tugging at his T-shirt, I asked, “Can I take this off?”

He lifted minutely and let me pull the shirt off him. Then he settled back against me, and the skin contact waseverything.

We stayed like that for a while, breathing together.

“How old are you?” he asked suddenly, not lifting his head but looking up as much as he could.

I squinted at him, confused. “Wait, we haven’t talked about that?”

He chuckled. “I mean, we haven’t even known each other a week at this point, Alpha mine.”

“Fair.” I snorted softly. “I’m thirty-three. Why?”

“I’ve been reading a lot and I was reminded of the fact that wolves don’t appear their age. I would say you’re twenty-five, based on looks alone.”

I shrugged. “It is what it is. Max and Ben are twenty-eight and twenty-nine respectively.” Then I asked, “You’re something like twenty-four? Five?”

“Yeah, twenty-four. I was five when Carys was born. Then sixteen when our sister Eira came along.”

I hummed. “Were you close to her?”

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