Page 21 of Sire
“Yeah.” He sounds annoyed, not awakened.
“You already up?”
“Yeah, I’m going for a run.”
“Since when do you run and not lift?”
“Since I fucking feel like it. Hurry up. It’s five twenty. I gotta go.”
“Where?”
“Where you stop asking me so many fucking questions. What do you need?”
To annoy the shit out of my little brothers. Especially Axel. He’s in charge because I didn’t want it, but I want this. Giving him hell is fun.
“Careful. Penis chafing is common when you run. Especially if you’re running with a third leg, I should know.”
“Goddamnit, Sergei.What?”
When he uses my real name, I’ve really pissed him off.God bless him.I laugh. “When you’re done being Usain Bolt, come to the church, and bring Nash.”
“I have court at nine.”
“After that.”
“Copy.” He hangs up.
But I need more than Axel and Nash to help me protect Wren. I hate doing this, but I have to get to church before the preschool opens, and I can’t leave her at risk.
Gently, I knock on her bedroom door. “Wren? It’s me … Sire.”
No shit, Dick. Who else would it be?
“Wren?” I repeat.
“Just a sec.” Her voice sounds rushed before her door swings open. “Yeah?”
I’m going to hell.
The blood surging to my dick is instant. It swells so fast, I’m dizzy. Hastily, she’s holding a white bath towel around her naked body, her hair a sexy, untamed mane, her eyes wide and worried.
She should be.
For a second, I’m not a pastor who’ll protect her. I’m an animal, and she’s my mate; the instincts are overwhelming.
“Is something wrong?”
“Pajamas” is all I can utter because they’re all that’s missing in this moment. Everything else is here. Everything I want to take and fuck and own.
“I don’t have any,” she sighs, “and I need to do laundry because my bras and panties are dirty and?—”
“Fuck,” I mutter, turning around. “Hang on.”
Dick, I swear, if you think about her panties and how dirty you can make her.You just did.Shut up.
Storming toward my closet, I snap one of a dozen dress shirts off a hanger. “Here.” I shove it at her when I meet her back in the hallway.
“Uh, thanks.” She takes it. “What’s going on?”
