Page 2 of The Wayward Sons & the Seattle Sirens

Olivia’s body tensed in my arms, and her quiet moan vibrated against my palm around her throat as she came. One thrust. Two. Three. And one more did him in. He dragged her down hard on his dick as he came with a deep groan. Fuck, I loved that sound.

“Breathe, darlin’,” I whispered, letting go of her neck. She was putty in my arms, sucking in air quickly. The tiny giggle she let out was fucking adorable. A shudder passed through her when I ran my hands up and down her arms—overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

“Come here,” Ryder said. His hands slid up her sides, and he guided her down onto the bed next to him. She wiggled on the pillow with a breathy sigh.

“Best birthday ever,” she replied. Birthday? Right. Not a bachelorette party. Did it really fucking matter? Probably not. When Ryder and I slid out of bed, she stretched out, her eyes fluttering shut. “Give me ten, and we’ll go again.”

“We ain’t machines, sweet thing,” I told her. I needed like… twenty minutes minimum to make that work. Ryder snorted as he shook his head. There was no way he’d go a second round. He’d say sleep and water and all that shit were required.

“We need sleep,” he stated. See? Always responsible. “Stay there. I’ll get you taken care of.”

I followed him into the bathroom, where we took turns cleaning up. I took more time than I needed to, but I needed away from the feral thing looking for round two in our bed.

“Next time, don’t pick one that turns into a fucking siren,” Ryder whispered.

“I’m takin’ it as a compliment. We did a damn good job,” I told him. When he cocked an eyebrow at me in the mirror, I laughed. “How the fuck was I supposed to know that, baby?”

He didn’t answer. Exactly. He didn’t have a good answer either. He stuck around as I splashed my face with warm water and ran my wet hands through my hair. My reflection looked as tired as I fucking felt. It’d been one demon hunt right after another for weeks on end—thirteen weeks to be exact. We’d traveled so many fucking places that I couldn’t keep up. We were long overdue for a few days of decent sleep and food.

And that started with kicking out the birthday girl—a task I was happy to do. Until I realized she’d fallen asleep. In our bed. Dead to the fucking world with all the lights on.

“She’s asleep in our bed,” I grumbled.

“There’s two beds, honey,” Ryder said. Touché.

“She ain’t supposed to stay, baby,” I retorted. “I never said the fuckin’ breakfast line.”

Because I didn’t want overnight guests.

“Good luck waking her up.” He kissed my temple as he slipped past me, turning out lights as he went. “Or you can come to bed with me and kick her out in the morning.”

“Fine.” I sighed rather dramatically, making him chuckle. I followed him to bed, determined to cuddle the shit out of him, even if we were stuck with the birthday girl.

CHAPTER 02

The sound of my phone ringing incessantly was enough to drag me out of a deep sleep. Fuck, I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted. This constant travel thing was slowly killing me.

“‘lo?” I mumbled into the phone, eyes sliding shut all over again.

“Ryder?” That voice. I sat upright, and the world spun a little with my hangover.

“Tess?” I whispered. Running a hand over my face, I tried to wipe away the fog.

“Yeah, it’s me,” she said. “I’m sorry. I know it’s been a while.”

Fuck if that wasn’t an understatement. I hadn’t heard from my sister in… what? Four years now? Five maybe?

“Shit.” I groaned as I slipped out of bed. Gray was nowhere to be seen, the alarm clock read ten-thirty, and Olivia snored softly in the other bed. I took the phone to the bathroom with me. If Tessa was calling me, it wasn’t good. When the door shut, I asked, “What do you need, Tess?”

“No hi? Hello, Tess. How are you?” There was no humor in her voice.

“You haven’t called in almost five years at this point,” I told her. My voice sounded like shit, and my tongue was uncomfortable. I needed water. “I can only assume this isn’t a social call.”

“You’re right.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s just been… there’s a lot going on, and Dad’s been a little harder to handle since the incident.”

The incident in question was the last time I’d heard from my sister. Gray and I were set to meet up with her outside of Seattle. Until our dad caught wind and damn near caught me.

“What do you need help with, Tess?” I asked again.

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