Page 68 of Reclaiming Home

Rian swallowed hard, then frowned. “A list?”

I smiled. “We have a list of things we don’t allow in the house. Like Vodka, any drugs, liver, what else is there?”

Brodie had leaned back again and settled in with his coffee. “That one brand of coffee creamer that smelled horrible to me.”

“And Jell-O,” Carys added, smiling at Rian.

Ben peered into the room. “We having coffee?”

“Yeah, do you need help with the machine?” Carys asked.

“No, I think I can handle this!” Max called out from the kitchen.

Soon, we were having an impromptu pack meeting about nothing in particular. We planned on what we were going to do in the next few days as we had our coffees.

“Kye, can you help me with my bags?” Rian asked when Brodie was deep in discussion with his cousins about something.

Brodie’s gaze snapped to me, but I ignored him.

“Of course.” I drank the rest of my second cup of coffee and put it on the tray, then got up and followed Rian to the hallway.

We both grabbed a couple of the suitcases and started to carry them up the stairs. He could’ve carried them all alone with his supernatural strength, but this wasn’t about the luggage.

“Third room?” he asked when he got to the top of the stairs.

“Yeah.” I followed him inside.

Much like the brothers, Rian stopped in the middle of the room and took everything in.

“If you’re bringing any of your own furniture or erm, relocating any of Brodie’s, we can take anything out from here and put it in storage until the last three bedrooms are done.”

We’d chosen rich reds and dark grays for his color scheme, but we hadn’t used them in a stereotypical vampire movie fashion. The room wasn’t gloomy, instead it looked high class without needing any gold or silver highlights. The metal details were all hand forged steel.

“This is… incredible,” Rian said, doing the turning-in-a-circle thing. Then he noticed the large photo print on the wall by the door and slapped a hand over his mouth as his eyes filled with tears. “Who?”

I ducked my head. “Brodie mentioned you were from somewhere in County Mayo in Ireland so I did some googlingand thought that rock formation was cool enough for a print.” I quickly added, “If it brings bad memories—”

“Oh no, not at all. It’s… gorgeous,” he breathed out the words. “It’s called Dún Briste Sea Stack,” he continued quietly, eyes locked on the photograph of a massive rock formation and a stormy sea that appeared black and white until you took in the small amounts of green coastline in the foreground to one side. “I saw it once as a boy. My mother took me there before my sister was born.”

To think that he was talking about something that had happened so long ago felt surreal to me.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Without taking his eyes off the art still, he lowered his voice even more. “I’ve never been in love with Brodie or he with me. There’s nothing to worry about. I know we seem closer than most best friends and that the BDSM muddles—”

“It doesn’t, actually,” I interjected quickly. “I’m kinky, I get that it’s not sexual for everyone.”

He turned his clever gaze to me. “It can be for me, but never with Brodie. Well, once. We tried but it’s… weird with him.” He grinned slightly.

“Not so weird for me,” I replied, smirking.

Rian seemed genuinely delighted. “Good for you, seriously. That man is a great Dom.”

“With what little we’ve done so far, I agree.” I looked at him seriously and said, “If you need him like that while you’re here, I’m not opposed. I know both of you would probably not scene because you’d be worrying about what I thought, but just know I don’t mind.”

He frowned. “’Not minding’ is different from being okay with it.”

“Well I couldn’t say I don’t care, because I do care, of course I do. But I don’t see it negatively. Besides, let’s face it, Brodie is also a service top so….”

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