Page 81 of Stuck with my Pack
She was the one who laid down the damn rule.No sex until the house is done.Said we were all too distracting. And now, after a week of walking around with a near-constant fucking erection, I feel like a teenager again, desperate and barely holding on.
If she thinks for a second that I won’t drag her off to the nearest flat surface the moment she lifts that rule, she’s out of her damn mind. Brodie and Tyler are not doing any better.
“Sure, you did.” My lips twitch, almost smiling, but I don’t let go until I’m certain she’s steady. Even then, my fingers drag slightly against her waist before I step back, my body reluctant to break contact.
Brodie watches from a few feet away, sanding down the banister with his usual easy confidence. “You catching her or feeling her up, Ethan?” he drawls, a smirk tugging at his lips.
We’ve all been playing this cat-and-mouse game with her. How far can we get before she shuts us down? Sneaking a caress, leaning in a little too long, but she’s been a fucking nun about it.
Sophie rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush pink. “It’s called being helpful, Brodie.”
He chuckles, running a hand over the smooth wood. “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”
I shake my head, turning back toward the porch steps, but I can still feel Sophie’s warmth and smell her scent lingering against my palm.
Later, I’m hauling lumber into the cellar when I catch sight of Sophie and Tyler. They’re carrying planks, their conversation light and easy, but just as Sophie sets hers down, Tyler tugs her into a corner.
It’s quick—so quick I almost miss it—but I see the way his lips brush against hers, the way her breath hitches slightly before she laughs and pushes him away.
“Just a little motivation,” Tyler murmurs with a wink.
Sophie laughs, shaking her head. “None of that!”
The final nails have been hammered in, the last coat of paint has dried, and as the sun sinks beneath the horizon, casting the inn in a golden glow, we finally step back and take it all in.
It’s finished.
We walk the perimeter, each of us quiet, the weight of everything we’ve done settling deep in our bones. The Everhart Inn stands tall and proud, no longer a half-forgotten ruin but a home. Sophie’s dream, our dream, solidified in timber and stone.
She’s standing on the front porch, arms crossed over her chest, lips parted in something close to awe. “It’s done,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion.
Tyler runs a hand over the railing we built, a pleased grin stretching across his face. “I mean, there’s still cleaning up to do tomorrow, but yeah. The heavy lifting? We’re done.”
Brodie exhales sharply, tossing a rag over his shoulder. “And that means…”
All of us turn toward Sophie at the same time.
I can see the exact moment it hits her—the way she tenses slightly, the way her scent spikes with something sharper,something richer. She remembers the deal. No sex until the inn was done.
And now?
It’s done.
Tyler is the first to move. “I’ve never finished a project so fucking fast in my life,” he mutters before he reaches for her, picking her up and bringing her flush against him. She barely has time to gasp before his mouth crashes down over hers, kissing her deep, pulling her under as her legs wrap around him.
She melts against Tyler for a moment, her fingers gripping the front of his shirt like she needs him to hold her up. Her scent is thick and intoxicating, and it’s making us all half-feral.
A soft, teasing hum escapes her lips as she tilts her head, giving me space to press my mouth to the edge of her jaw. “I was wondering how long you’d all make me wait,” she murmurs, daring.
Brodie growls low, his hands sliding around her waist, slipping under her shirt, fingertips skimming her bare breasts. She arches into the touch, a sharp gasp breaking past her lips, and then she turns her head, her mouth brushing mine.
“You’ve all been so patient,” she breathes, her eyes hooded, heavy with heat. “Should I make it up to you?”
Tyler curses softly as she slides down his body, her feet finally hitting the ground.
“Inside,” I rasp, my voice rough with need, barely able to think past the pounding of my pulse.
She grins, wicked and inviting, catching my gaze as she lets herself be pulled between us. “Then take me in.”
