Page 10 of Two Wrong Turns

Sure, it’s not like they hadn’t all seen me naked at some point in my lifetime. Shifters and nudity weren’t a big deal.

But add to the mix me fucking my mate for the first time and biting him? Yeah, it wasn’t ideal.

When we finally reached my property, I pulled forward and parked to the side of the house. Barrett slowed behind me, then rolled down his window and leaned his head out.

“If you were going for ‘not creepy,’ then you failed. I feel like I’m about to be murdered in the woods,” he shouted angrily.

I wanted to smile at his frustration. He was so fucking cute all mad like that.

Rather than upsetting him any more, I approached his door and yanked it open. He fell forward a bit, though I moved quickly enough to catch him.

With his body this close, I caught more of his intoxicating scent. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and take a big gulping breath.

Later, I promised myself.

I’d get to do all the filthy, needy things I wanted to him later. First, he needed to be convinced it was safe to stay with me. Then, I’d prove to him just how much he could rely on me.

My mate was going to love me, dammit.

Chapter 5

Barrett

There wasnothing quite as wonderful as a warm bed and some comfy pillows. It’s literally heaven in my humble opinion.

And I was living the best life.

My body was wrapped up in the fluffiest comforter I’d ever seen. It was both soft and warm, the ultimate combo. The pillows surrounding me were also perfect. Some were soft and others were a touch firmer. It created a variety of options, each with their own purpose.

I couldn’t recall having a better night of sleep.

Which was odd since I’d been alternating naps in my car with single nights in hotels. This wasn’t the type of sleep situation I’d find in those.

The thought had my eyes popping open. I had to blink a few times to focus, but then my surroundings became crystal clear.

A massive bed, a dresser with a large mirror, two nightstands, and matching lamps hanging on the walls above the stands. It was just about the coziest sight ever. Problem was, it didn’t seem familiar.

I went over the day before to see if I could sus out what happened.

The first thing I remembered was arguing with my GPS. After that, I recalled winding up in the diner and how the sheriff found me. He’d been a bit grumpy and defensive, though I could imagine it was mostly the small-town way of things. I didn’t hold it against him.

He’d offered me a place to stay for the night. That I did remember.

After that, it’s a blur. I remembered pulling up to his house and telling him how creepy it looked in the dark of night. I wondered if it was just as bad in the daylight hours.

Only one way to know.

I sat up in bed, stretching my body. Thanks to the wonderful night of sleep, I’m free of the normal aches and pains I’ve been waking up with for months. Even my old bed back in the city wasn’t this good.

Looking down, I noticed I was in a pair of boxers and a baggy shirt. I figured it was enough to cover me while I ventured into the house. There was some light slipping through the drapes on one wall, telling me it had to be daytime. I didn’t see my phone, so I couldn’t tell the exact time.

Out in the hall, I followed the sound of soft music until I reached the living room and kitchen area. It was a big open space with a wall of windows on one side facing the forest. My fingers itched to draw the scene. It would make an amazing piece.

While that view called to the artist in me, it was also the sight of Nolan shirtless and cooking that had my mouth watering. As I watched him, he hummed along to the music and plated up a giant stack of pancakes from the griddle sitting across his stovetop.

I crept closer, my stomach’s empty state guiding me. He turned his head when I was only about halfway there.

“Barrett! You’re awake.” His voice sounded excited, even though he wore a scowl.

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