Page 51 of Shifters' Fated Summer
I ignored him and tried to go back to sleep.
“Summer, it’s time to get dressed. Here, put these on.” He tossed a cropped t-shirt at me along with a pair of shorts that seemed way too short.
“Seriously?” I said, holding the clothes up.
“Yup! That’s what you get for being a lazy bum and not getting up to get your own clothes. I’ll gladly pick your outfits,” he said, smirking.
“Ridiculous werewolf,” I grumbled, pulling the shorts on. The pack wasn't big on underwear, and the inseam on these was so short, I was in danger of flashing my vagina if I sat with my legs spread.
“Come on, you look so gorgeous, I just want to see more of you,” he said, biting his lip. My body heated under his gaze. Shaking my head, I tugged the cut-off t-shirt on, smoothing my hands over my exposed stomach. The hollows under my ribs had begun to fill in, and I felt new muscles forming.
“I look like I don’t own clothes that fit,” I complained.
“You look incredible,” Luca said without hesitation. He caught me around the waist as I climbed off the bed, dragging me against his muscled stomach.
Feeling playful, I struggled against him, thrashing abit until he tightened his grip. It felt incredible to be smashed up against him.
“Easy, wildcat,” Luca said as if I was a feral animal, leaning down until he could nip my earlobe. Squeaking, I twisted in his hold and narrowed my eyes at him.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll decide we should just make you orgasm until Cade feels too good to be mad about anything,” he growled.
For a split second, I considered it. I wanted so much more of him. But my body felt the pull to Cade keenly, and I desperately wanted to see him too.
“Let’s go to breakfast,” I said, clearing my throat. Luca’s tongue dragged over his lip ring, his tell that he was anxious.
“You ready to see Cade?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’ve been thinking. And yeah, he’s an asshole, but I trust you. And I see how he treats you. So I’m going to give him a chance to come around.”
The biggest grin spread across his face. He buried his face against my neck, sucking at my throat. I couldn’t help but laugh. He popped up, eyes sparkling.
“Look, I know we can get him. He just has to get over himself, and I have a few ideas of how to help.”
I hesitated. “Okay. You know him better than I do.”
That grin was devastating. “Oh yeah, I do.”
Sighing, I headed into the bathroom. It took twenty minutes to do five minutes worth of teeth and hair brushing because Luca kept helping, which involvedleaving hickeys on my neck and stomach where everyone would see them.
Finally, we headed downstairs. Elowen sat at the table and Archer stood in the kitchen, filling plates with waffles. Holt stood at the stove, tending the bacon sizzling in the pan.
“Perfect timing,” Elowen said, waving me over.
I squeezed Luca’s hand and let him go, joining my friend. He joined Archer in the kitchen and prepared me a plate while Elowen chatted about nothing.
Finn and Jem joined us later, and the seven of us ate together, polishing off two dozen waffles, several pounds of strawberries, and more bacon than I could count.
As the table was cleared, I leaned into Luca and asked, “No Cade?”
He shook his head. “I think he’s in his office. Do you sense anything? I’m getting nothing.”
My eyes fluttered closed and I tuned into that bond. It felt like it was burning brighter, the nearer I was to him.
“He’s stressed, worried, maybe mad. It’s hard to tell.”
“Those are all the same with him,” Luca laughed. “But he’s got to be hungry. How about we bring him some breakfast.”
With a devious smirk, Luca grabbed my hand and led me to Cade's office. I pulled back, glancing toward the kitchen. “Breakfast?”
