Page 21 of Blinded
"We will. We'll make a list later tonight of every place you and Bridger went. Figure out everyone you can remember meeting. Here are your pants."
I reached out, finding them in Bayne's hand. "Thanks." I slipped them on, hating that I had to get dressed. My wolf wanted to run, but I didn't know when or if that would ever be possible again. I guess if we found a huge field with nothing in it, I might be able to manage. Either way, the thought was depressing, reminding me how much I would no longer be able to do. I took the shirt and pulled it over my head before slipping on my socks and shoes. "How far are we from the pack house?"
"Ten minutes if we cut through the woods, thirty if we stay on the road," Bayne answered.
"I guess it's the woods then. I don't think we'll find anything more here." I debated on heading back up to the site where I'd been attacked, but there was nothing there I needed to smell other than my own blood. I got the scent I needed.
"We'll go back and eat. We'll let Kurt know you think you know the scent, then the rest of the night is ours." Bayne linked his fingers with mine.
"Are you okay with our mating happening?" He'd made sure I was, but I'd never really asked him about how he felt with everything happening.
"Are you serious? I'm more than okay with it. I didn't know how much I wanted a mate until I caught your scent and realized what a blessing it is to have you. It was like the second I caught your scent everything wrong in my life was okay. I could get through anything because you were going to be with me."
"You're okay your mate is male?"
"It honestly wouldn't have mattered to me. I've been with both, but I prefer men." Bayne's scent changed to almost something nervous.
"What are you thinking? Your smell changed. It's almost like you're nervous or scared."
"I was just thinking about how I always looked for men who were into rougher sex. Ones who would hold me down, take what they want. Don't get me wrong. I look forward to times when we are just holding each other and taking things slow, but I'm also glad there is a side to you that can give me what I need when I need it. That won't be scared to be rougher and cause a little pain."
My own cock stirred at the thought of things we would do. I couldn't wait until I could hold him down, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck as I sank deep inside him. The thought of him on his knees, taking me in his mouth caused me to shiver.
"Stop it. I can feel your arousal. We're never going to make it home if you keep that up." Bayne gripped my shoulder. "You're going to be the death of me."
"As long as we kill each other off having sex that's okay with me." I reached down to adjust my cock. "Talk to me about something, anything. Get my mind off you under me in bed."
Bayne cleared his throat. "Um, fuck, all I can think about is being under you in bed. Let's see." He paused for a second. "I don't know what to tell you."
"Tell me what you do for fun? Where is your home? Do you live at the pack house?" I wanted to know everything he would share with me.
"No, I have a cabin not too far from the pack house. It's small, nothing fancy. I like the fact it's secluded, away from the town. I do spend a lot of nights at the pack house though. Usually, because I'm working on something for Kurt, or other times because I drink too much and play darts until the early morning hours." Bayne slowed. "There are logs in the path. Shuffle your foot and you'll feel them."
I did as he said, stepping over them easily. "Darts? You any good?"
"I like to tell myself I am."
I grinned. "I'm not great at darts, but I can play a mean game of pool. My dad taught me when I was little. He said playing pool was an easy way to break the ice and get to know people, and that it also kept you busy at the bar, so you wouldn't drink as much."
"Smart man," Bayne said.
"Sometimes too smart for his own good. My dad is your typical bow-tie wearing geek. He starts talking and half the people around leave because they have no clue what he's saying. His IQ is just so high that he lives in his own world." I paused. "We're close. I can smell the others."
"You're right. We're at the base of the mountain about to step out of the trees and into the parking lot." Bayne gave my hand a squeeze. "What about your mom? Is she smart like your dad?"
"No, my mom is the opposite. Too sweet for her own good. People think I'm kidding when I compare her to June Cleaver, but I'm not. She's the perfect mother, the perfect housewife. Dinner is always on the table at five-thirty sharp, the house is clean, laundry done. It's a bit overwhelming when I bring friends over for the first time. I love my parents to death, but they both are extreme in their ways." I smiled as I thought about my family.
"And you and your sister are nothing like them?"
"Not a bit. I guess in the sense that I'm a teacher and I love to learn, read, and keep up on stuff I'm like my dad, but I've also been known to party too hard, get in trouble here and there, and not live up to the family name. My sister is trouble. She's twenty-six and one of the most beautiful females I've ever seen. Of course, you can't tell her I said that. Anyway, she's into modeling and photography. She travels a lot, drives my parents crazy, and has no problem speaking her mind. She came home with her first tattoo at fifteen. I thought my mom was going to die. I think you'll like Cathy. She's wild and a lot of fun, but she's a good person." I missed my sister. She was the one it was going to be hardest to leave behind.
"I look forward to meeting her. I'm guessing between you and Kurt, you got them to wait before coming here?"
I nodded. "I asked them to let me see the doctor Cohen called first. Told them I didn't need the extra worry and stress. I think Kurt helped them understand I was safe and not on my own. They were shocked to know I'd found my mate. Asked a ton of questions about you I couldn't answer. It's crazy how much I feel like I know you, but at the same time know nothing."
"We'll fix that. It won't take long before we know everything about each other. Cohen said once we perform the mating ritual we have a better connection and can almost read each other's thoughts in some way. I get the sense that it's more reading emotions, but I can't be sure. This is all so new to me. None of the things they taught us about mating when we were little made sense, and now, facing it, it's even more confusing." Bayne gripped my arm. "Steps. Four of them up to the porch."
I slowly managed to make it up the steps, again thankful that I had Bayne by my side. It made it easier having my mate with me than it would have been with a stranger. Even though Bayne was still a stranger in many ways, he was also the man I would grow old with. He would be the one by my side through every struggle we had, and I had to keep reminding myself this was just one of many we would face. "Thanks." I smiled at him as he led me into the pack house.
