Page 298 of His Hungry Wolf

“You never know,” I agreed.

Cage spoke up. “You know how I feel about this. But, Kendall could be right. Sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger.”

“I’d be more than happy to.”

I turned to Kendall. He looked like he really wanted to do this for me.

“If it comes up. But, please, Kendall, don’t push it.”

“Of course. Only if the moment’s right,” he said with an excited smile.

I stared at Kendall trying to figure out why something like this would make him happy. But, it did. There was still a lot about him I didn’t know. He was like a gift I couldn’t wait to unwrap.

“I’ll get started on breakfast,” Cage said leaving the two of us.

He was probably starting to feel uncomfortable. I was staring at Kendall pretty hard, and he was staring back at me just as much. God damn did I want to kiss him. And when he suddenly lifted his hand and rubbed a finger across my naked chest, I almost lost it.

I leaned forward to reach his lips when he pulled away from me. What was he doing? You couldn’t tease a wolf like that. You were gonna get bit.

To make his point further, he joined Cage and offered to help him with breakfast. I didn’t chase after him because my dick was too hard. I couldn’t get up.

Instead, I watched him cross the kitchen collecting the ingredients as my brother whipped up a feast. Kendall was fitting right in. There was something sexy about that that made me want him even more.

After eating way too many pancakes and bacon, Kendall joined me as I cleaned up. When we were done, we all got dressed and got ready to do some packing. Cage and I drove separate trucks to our old place. The first thing I was going to have to do once I got there was introduce my Mama to Kendall. It was freaking me out a little.

Parking, I felt like I was getting ready to shift. My heart was pounding. There were no stopping things now. I didn’t know what I was going to say. How was I even going to introduce Kendall? As much as I wanted him to be, he wasn’t my mate much less my boyfriend. But, just calling him a friend didn’t seem right either.

Kendall must have picked up on my anxiety because before we got out of the truck, he took my hand and squeezed it.

“You can do this,” he told me.

“Do what?”

“I don’t know. Whatever it is that’s got you so stressed.”

“My mother doesn’t know I’m into guys. I know that we aren’t anything yet…”

“We’re something,” he said cutting me off.

“What are we?”

“We’re friends.”

“Just friends? Because the things I wanna do to you aren’t the things I wanna do with someone who’s just a friend.”

I waited wondering if what I had admitted would freak him out. I expected him to tell me we were nothing at all.

“We’re good friends,” he said with a smile.

“You know I want us to be more, right? I really like you, Kendall. I’ve never liked someone so much.”

I stared at him. I had poured out my heart. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“I…” he said fading off.

“I helped Mama pack most of her stuff yesterday,” Cage said approaching my window. “We’ll donate most of the kitchen supplies to Goodwill. Mama’s okay with it. But if there’s anything with sentimental value, you should get it now.”

I didn’t know if Cage had saved me from hearing Kendall tell me he wasn’t interested or not, so I wasn’t going to complain about his interruption.