Page 57 of Knot for Me
“Yeah?” Lucas asks, opening the door. He’s looking over his shoulder and pointing a remote at a television, so he misses the way my gaze travels over his naked torso. How I practically drool at the V, and how I scowl when I see the towel around his waist is securely tucked and in no danger of falling off.
Pity that.
“Reagan?”
I lift my eyes to meet his, blushing at the lazy smirk he’s wearing. “Hi.”
He raises an eyebrow and inhales, a low rumble filling the space between us. “Do you need something?” This time he’s the one who lets his gaze travel over my body, and even though I’m wearing clothes, I’ve never felt more naked.
“Uh, yeah.” What did I need again?
“The address, Reagan!”
I jump at the sharp sound of my mom’s voice. “Right. I need the address. My mom wants to send me something.”
“Oh.” He glances at the phone pressed to my ear and rattles off the address. “That’s our postal address, not the home address.”
“You hear that?”
“Yes. My, he sounds strong and growly. Is he hot?”
“Yup.” No point in lying, and I don’t think he can hear her anyway.
“Maybe you should let him knot you—”
I cringe. If she knew he already did… well. Let’s say I’d never live it down.
“—knots are nothing to be afraid of. I’m sure he’d be gentle with you if that’s something you’re worried about, but you might find you like things a little rough,” she finishes, and I die.
I die because when I cringed, I hit the speaker button, and Lucas heard every goddamn word she said. His eyes dance with mirth.
“Oh, and don’t be afraid of oral sex—”
“MOM!”
“What? Oh, you and your siblings act like your fathers and I don’t have sex. How do you think you were made?”
Lucas’ shoulders start to tremble, and I glare at him, backing away slowly. “Mom, please.” I tap the speaker button so he can’t hear anymore and put the phone to my ear. I make a run for it, rushing to my room and slamming the door.
“Reagan, sex is nothing to be ashamed of.” She pauses, then gasps. “Honey, are you a virgin?”
“Mom, do you remember how I got into this situation?”
She chuckles. “Oh, right. Right. So not a virgin. Just a prude, I guess.”
“Kill me now,” I say, sliding down the wall and banging my head against it.
“I’ll send you the package. Make sure you open it in private,” she continues, ignoring my despair.
“Okay.”
“Are you sure you’re prepared? My first heat was hard, and I had your fathers to help me. I’m worried about you, Rea.”
I swallow, suddenly missing her like hell even though she’s a pain. “I’ll survive.”
“Sometimes that’s not enough,” she warns. “Call me if you need to talk. I know you don’t always appreciate my perspective, but I really do want the best for you, no matter what that looks like.”
“Thanks, Mom.” A tear slips down my cheek, and I wipe it, tucking my vulnerabilities away. I know she loves me, but with the constant nagging about finding a pack and having kids, it’s nice to hear that at the end of the day, she wants me to be happy.
