When I hop back into the car, Rory asks how my mom is doing and I answer honestly.
“I don’t know,” I say. Because I don’t.
So much for being worried about her finding out about us too soon. The way things are going, we’ll be celebrating our six-month anniversary before I have to bring it up again.
Just the thought makes me feel a flood of mixed emotions.
Careful now, don’t get ahead of yourself. Six months is a long time. Not too long ago the thought of staying any place, let alone North Port, for six months seemed like an impossibility.
And that was before I started falling for three werewolves and found myself in an even more impossible situation.
When we pull into the driveway at the top of the hill, Rory jumps out and meets me on the passenger side to open my door as I’m still getting my backpack up from the floor of the car. He doesn’t move as I scoot to the edge of my seat to get out. Instead, he stands closely against the open door with one arm above him and his hand against the top of the car.
I’m very much aware of how close thing brings us.
“Need any help with anything?” he asks as he leans in, his heat radiating off him in the enclosed space.
The small amount of space between us seems as if it’s charged with electricity that’s pulling us closer together. I can see the lines of his muscular chest beneath his T-shirt and I want to reach out and touch him so badly that I feel my hand starting to rise toward him all on its own. He pushes himself against the car more as if he understands my urge.
“Sabrina!” Kaleb shouts from behind him, breaking the spell. “Glad you’re here, Marlowe and I were beginning to think that you guys got too caught up in that stupid project of yours. Staying after school doesn’t mean you have to be there for hours. Rory move,” he says as he pushes his brother out of the way.
Rory growls at him but Kaleb ignores it. Instead, Kaleb reaches his massively buff arms inside the car and scoops them both under my backside and behind my back before I have a chance to protest. Next thing I know, I’m being lifted right out of the car. Kaleb has his arms around me, giving me no choice but to lean contently against his chest as he carries me up to the house.
I can see from over his shoulder that Rory has grabbed my backpack with a disgruntled look on his face.
“Why am I getting carried?” I giggle as he sways me from side to side.
“Because I had to hold you,” Kaleb answers, grinning. “It was either this, or I throw you to the ground and crawl on top of you.”
I feel my cheeks flush and my thighs clamp together at the thought of Kaleb climbing over me. He feels the pressing of my thighs too and laughs. He turns his head toward me and tips his nose against mine to lift my face before kissing me square on the mouth. He stops walking and holds me in place as I reach my hands up to hold his face while he kisses me.
Oh god, I’m falling for Kaleb too.
“Well, I guess there’s no hiding the energy of another full moon mounting,” I hear Lydia say in the background as she laughs in her light and airy voice. “What is it now, Kaleb, three more days?”
I squirm in Kaleb’s grasp unt
il he’s finally forced to break the kiss, and I get a glimpse of Lydia in the doorway.
“Sorry,” I splutter, “I didn’t think you’d be here.”
Lydia just lets out a knowing laugh as Kaleb grins even wider and smothers me in another kiss.
“You two coming in?” Lydia asks. “Or should I have dinner brought out?”
But Kaleb doesn’t answer her, instead he starts walking again and I wonder how he can even see where he’s going with our faces locked together.
29
Sabrina
Under any other circumstances, the boys’ behavior would leave me crawling with embarrassment. But there’s a different feel to intimacy with them then I expected. Even Romulus and Lydia, as proper as they appear at first glance, are no strangers to displaying an almost animalistic attraction to each other. It must be the wolf in them.
“Where are we?” I ask once Kaleb finally sets me down.
Though he didn’t insist on kissing me blind the whole way, it was sometimes hard to keep up with exactly where he was taking me. It didn’t help that this whole house is basically a maze of twists and turns.
We’ve found ourselves in a room that I haven’t seen before. It looks like a library, but the books are more like ancient grimoires and leather-bound anthologies than novels.