Page 58 of Stuck with my Pack
The scrape of his stubble against my skin sends shivers racing down my spine, and when he tilts my head back, kissing me even deeper, a soft whimper escapes my throat. It’s raw, aching, a promise wrapped in heat and longing, and I know—there’s no turning back from this.
By the time we break apart, I’m breathless, my cheeks flushed, my heart pounding. Ethan still doesn’t let go. His forehead presses to mine, his fingers cupping my jaw, holding me there, grounding me.
“You’re okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough, searching my eyes.
I nod, swallowing hard. “I’m okay.” A soft smile forms on my lips. I step back, clearing my throat. “I want to sit in the sun,” I say quickly. “Do you want to come with me?”
Ethan watches me for a long moment before smirking slightly. His fingers brush against mine, then he grips my hand firmly.
“Lead the way.”
The moment we step outside, I gasp.
The storm may have passed, but the world has been transformed. Snow blankets everything in sight, leaving the landscape untouched and pristine, glistening beneath the early morning light. It’s breathtaking.
Ethan exhales, crossing his arms over his chest. “Looks like we’re not going anywhere for a while.”
Before I can answer, the door creaks open behind us. Tyler and Brodie step out, both looking adorably sleep-disheveled.
Brodie is completely cocooned in a thick blanket, only his face visible, his dark hair a mess, and his amber eyes squinting against the morning light. Tyler, on the other hand, strides onto the porch without a shirt, stretching lazily like a cat.
Before I can say a word, they’re both on me—Brodie groaning as he tucks me into his side beneath the heavy folds of his blanket, Tyler pressing his bare chest against my back, his arms looping around my waist.
Their combined warmth seeps into me, grounding me in the safety of their embrace.
“Too early for this much energy,” Brodie grumbles, his voice thick with sleep, while Tyler just chuckles against my ear. “Yeah? Then why are you out here stealing our girl?”
His voice is soft, but certain, and I don’t miss the way his gaze sweeps over me, searching for any lingering signs of distress.
“Because wherever Sophie goes, I’ll follow.”
Something lightens in my chest, the weight of uncertainty shifting into something softer, something warmer. But the air is still thick with emotion, and I can feel the tension rolling offthem—protective, ever-watchful, their instincts still wound tight after everything we’ve been through.
I don’t want that, not right now. I want to see them laugh, to shake off the worry that clings to them, to see their beautiful faces laughing in the sunshine.
So, before I can overthink it, I bend down, scoop up a handful of snow, and launch it straight at Tyler’s chest.
It hits with a satisfyingthud, dead center, sending a spray of white powder into the air. For a moment, there’s only stunned silence.
Then Tyler blinks, grins wickedly, and lunges for his own ammunition. “Oh, you’re in for it now, sweetheart.”
Brodie shakes his head with a sigh, but I don’t miss the way his lips twitch as he leaps off the porch, landing barefoot in the snow. Too fast for me to track, a fat snowball crashes into my chest.
Tyler doubles over laughing, Brodie smirks, and Ethan?
Ethan growls.
And then I’m running.
26
SOPHIE
We spend the afternoon lost in laughter, playing like kids in the snow, unburdened by the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future. Snowballs fly through the crisp air, followed by shouts of victory and groans of defeat.
Our laughter echoes through the trees, blending with the distant hush of the waves beyond the cliffs.
There are stolen touches between the chaos—Tyler catching me around the waist and spinning me into a heated kiss, Brodie pressing me against a tree, his lips brushing over mine before ducking away just as another snowball whizzes past.
