Page 32 of Watch Me

Smacking his butt, I couldn’t hold back the smile at his teasing. “Brat.”

Ricky yawned and tucked his hands under my shoulders. “Mind if I pass out on you?”

An excuse to keep holding Ricky close and not leave his body? Who would pass that up?

“No, go right ahead,” I told him, and my wolf purred happily in my head.

Chapter twenty-one

Ricky

Wakingupalonewasn’tnearly as fun as falling asleep in Fin’s arms. Reaching a hand to the spot where the sheets are pulled back, they were still warm. So he hadn’t been gone long. I heard steps outside getting further away and assumed Fin must be checking in on the shop since it had been a few days since he worked.

Sitting up, I rubbed sleep from my eyes and noted the setting sun over the hill behind Fin’s house through the curtains. I might as well shower, since I had alpha spunk leaking from my ass and I smelled like a mix of sex and sweat from more than our bedroom activities.

Letting myself into the attached bathroom, I told myself the hall bathroom only had a tub. It wasn’t that I wanted to use Fin’s products and maybe have him come find me in here.

Lathering up, I found it wasn’t as satisfying as the smell Fin put off naturally. He didn’t need fancy cologne, his smoked bourbon scent had me panting every time. Hell, I started drinking bourbon when I wanted something fancy because it reminded me of Fin.

He still hadn’t found me when I shut the shower off, but I heard the front door close as I was drying with his towel. “Fin?” I called out, knowing Rowen had a key, too.

“Come out and eat something, sleepyhead,” Fin answered and I ran out naked to find him opening the fridge. “How does breakfast for dinner sound? Eggs and bacon?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, leaning on the kitchen island and waiting for him to see me. Before he turned around, I noticed my detachable saddlebag on the counter. “You brought my stuff in?”

“Yeah, and I found your spare panties,” Fin’s chuckle cut off as he caught sight of me, naked and damp from hisshower. Rel and I walked around in the nude all the time at home, but he never looked at me the way Fin was. His eyes ate me up and I felt his glance like a physical touch, and I worried he’d drop the food in his hands. “Fuck, you’re hot without the lingerie, too.”

“Thank you,” I smirked and that seemed to snap Fin out of his lust haze. He closed the fridge and set the egg carton and milk on the counter. “So, do you want me to stay naked, or put some panties on?”

Fin ignored me, retrieving a bowl and pan. “I found something else in your bag.”

“Oh?”

Reaching for the leather satchel I used as an overnight bag, I popped it open to see what he meant. Inside was a spare tank top, basketball shorts, purple satin underwear with a pouch for my dick, and taking up most of the space, my small tattoo kit.

“You take that on the road with you?” Fin asked as he cracked the eggs into the bowl before adding milk and salt.

“Sure. I get bored when I’m stuck in a hotel room. There’s only so much exercising and masturbating I can do to pass the time.”

Fin spluttered a laugh as he poured the eggs into the pan and turned the heat on. “With our healing time, I certainly abused my dick when I was young.”

The image of a younger Fin jacking off all day had me crossing the space to wrap my arms around him. He had only thrown on a pair of jeans and his boots to go outside, and I reveled in the feeling of his smooth, bare back on my hairy chest. Fin hummed as he whisked the eggs, seemingly happy to have me attached to his back like a barnacle. I bit into his neck where it met his shoulder possessively, before I realized it’s where a mating mark would go.

Fin tensed and I backed off.

“I’m gonna throw these clothes on before we eat.”

When I returned in my shorts and shirt, fresh panties snug over the chub I got at touching him, Fin was frying up the bacon. I hoped I hadn’t made it too awkward.

“Almost done, why don’t you sit at the island.”

Taking a plate with eggs and a fork, I moved to sit and wait for the man to finish up. A minute later, he added bacon to my eggs and sat beside me like I wanted. “This looks good, thanks.”

“No problem. We worked up an appetite,” Fin told me with a wink and I almost choked.

Pulling a scandalized face, I teased, “Are you flirting with me, Clark Finley?”

“What if I am?”