Page 20 of Little Red and Her Creatures of Chaos
“Does it hurt when you shift?”
“Not anymore,” Nash answers, lacing his fingers through mine. “The first couple of times after you meet your wolf, it’s a little painful, but now it feels like stretching your muscles.”
“And you can control it?”
“After some practice,” Bryce says and then laughs. “It took me a while to master controlling my shift. I don’t know how many times I’d be walking down the road, and I’d just shift.”
“Does anything trigger the shift?” I’m fascinated now more than fearful of finding out more.
“Anger is a big one,” Mason replies. “Or, in Bryce’s case, happiness.”
“This is all amazing. I wasn’t sure if I still believed it until Bryce shifted last night.” Even though I’ve seen them in my dreams, I didn’t realize how big they actually were. So when he shifted, I panicked at first. But then I wanted to see if his fur was as soft as it looked. He was so gentle with me, making sure that I wasn’t afraid of him.
“We never want you to be scared of us,” Nash says, squeezing my hand.
“I’m not now. I don’t know if it’s because of the bond or what, but I trust you guys.”
“We appreciate that, Pup.”
Mason checks his phone and looks at the other guys. “You guys promised to help Teddy in the gardens today.”
“Aw, man,” Bryce grumbles but gets to his feet. He gives me a kiss on the cheek and disappears from the kitchen.
Nash gets slowly to his feet, tangles his fingers in my hair, and tips my head back. His lips land on mine, and he kisses me deeply, making sure I don’t forget last night. After he makes sure I’m good and breathless, he pulls back with a grin and leaves the room. After they get ready, they tell me bye again, and I hear the front door shut.
Leaving me with a shirtless Mason.
Chapter 9
Mason
Iwatch Radley do everything she can to avoid looking me in the eye. I would be offended if I didn’t know it was because of what we saw last night.
One minute I was wrestling with Bryce, and the next, I was hit with such a strong scent of arousal that it stole my fucking breath. We knew it was Radley, but we didn’t know what we were going to find when we walked that way. The last thing I thought it would be was Radley and Nash making out. Normally, people shy away from Nash because of his size, but Radley has never had that problem. I’m glad she chose Nash because I knew he was holding himself back the most. That’s all gone out the window now that he made her come.
“Do you have to work today?” I ask, finally breaking the silence.
“No. I’m usually off Mondays and Tuesdays.”
“Would you like to hang out with us again today?”
Radley finally looks me in the eyes and gives me that sweet smile. “I’d love to if you guys don’t mind me hanging around.”
“Not at all. Nash and Bryce will be busy for most of the day. What would you like to do?”
“I’d love to see the lake.”
“Would you like to swim?”
“Honestly, nothing would make me happier,” Radley laughs.
“Margie leaves her suits in the guestroom if you want to borrow one. I’ll make us some lunch.”
“Okay.” I point her in the right direction and she gets up from the table to head that way. My eyes stay glued to her long, pale legs until she turns around the corner.
With a shake of my head, I get up and make sandwiches for a picnic. I add fruit, chips, and wine with two plastic cups before going to change into swimming trunks. When I get back to the living room, Radley is sliding her flip-flops on with Nash’s shirt covering her suit.
“Are you ready?” I ask, and she nods. I lead her to the kitchen to grab the basket and the back door, which will take us straight out onto the dock.
