“But, Jordy. I thought we were gonna party,” she whines.
“Sorry, uhhh…” He pauses and gives her an apologetic look.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes narrow before she responds with a drawn out, “Sabrina.”
He snaps his fingers together. “Right. Sabrina. Sorry. Something came up. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Her cheeks heat and she pushes out her bottom lip. “You haven’t even asked for my number yet.”
He grins at her. “I’ll get it. I have my ways. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”
Before she can respond, he gives her and her friend one last little push and closes the door behind them. Then he turns back to me. “I just gave up some prime pussy, so you better feed me, fucker.”
We all laugh and a sense of pride washes over me. I’m not Alpha. Not yet anyway. But I get an immense feeling of satisfaction every time I take care of these fuckers. My pops says it’s normal. Part of growing into my dominance and embracing my wolf, but it’s equally annoying as fuck. “You’ve got ten more minutes. Go find something to watch and I’ll get tortillas going.”
He nods and moves toward Isa.
I growl.
“Hey, man. I was just gonna show your girl around. Chill.”
I glower at him. He doesn’t need to show her around anything. Knowing Jordy, the first place he plans to show her is his bedroom. Desmond knows this too, and interrupts before things have a chance to get heated. I might claim disinterest when it comes to Isa, but I am anything but disinterested in her, and I do not share my toys with others. I want to know everything about her. To own all her secrets and learn all her desires. I need ammunition against this girl. She already has too strong a hold over me.
“Wanna help pick the movie for tonight?” Des asks her.
Her brows pinch together and she gives us all an assessing look. I can tell what she’s thinking. It’s written all over her face. We’re the grade-A assholes of Hellbound High. The wolves. So why are we holed up in our cabin when it’s barely midnight instead of partying it up outside with everyone else? And what she probably wants to know even more than that is why the hell we’re being nice to her when all week we’ve pretended she doesn’t exist.
Desmond answers her first unspoken question. “We’re beat from Pack duties today. And that out there,” he throws a thumb toward the direction of the front door, “isn’t our scene.”
Her lips purse. “Isn’t the entire point of Hellbound High to mix with the other factions?”
“Sure is.” Jordy chuckles and gives her a suggestive look. “But we do it on our terms and Shadle Creek is where we come to relax. Not our fault Rafe’s pops decided to share our regular hangout. Besides, Rafael is a greedy bastard who doesn’t cook for us often. We gotta enjoy it while we can.”
“Oh. Okay.” She follows Des towards the sofa and he gives me a quick nod before showing her to our DVD stash. We don’t have WiFi out here, so streaming something isn’t an option.
As they dig through the movie selection, Jordy heads to his room and comes back in a pair of sweatpants. He’s still got his ridiculous bikini on over them but he walks in like he’s the hottest shit there ever was. I chuckle under my breath. The guy’s got no shame.
Isa hides her smile behind her hand when she spots him. “You don’t have to keep that on.” She’s taken the corner spot on the sectional and has the throw blanket tucked tight around her body. Is she cold? Do I care? I frown, not wanting to examine my feelings where her well-being is concerned.
Jordy looks down at himself, a smug expression on his face as he says, “I mean, I’m all for rocking my birthday suit, but I don’t think these two would appreciate it.”
“I was talking about the swimsuit,” she says. I watch as heat creeps up her cheeks. She has the prettiest blush.
“What? I look damn fine in this thing.” He cups his junk over the ridiculously bright fabric. “Pink is my color. Besides, a bet is a bet.”
She rolls her eyes and turns to me. “It’s just the four of us. You don’t have to wear it, either. But I’m holding you to wearing it anytime you step outside this cabin this weekend. Fair is fair.” Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk, giving away that she’s a hint competitive. I’ll have to file that bit of information away for later use.
“I can get behind that.” I untie the black top and toss it on the counter just as the Instant Pot beeps letting me know it’s finished. I turn on the comal—a cast iron griddle of sorts—and warm up tortillas before portioning out the soup. Normally I’d make them serve themselves but I don’t want the guys eating all of it in one go. Every time I’ve cooked for these two, they’ve wolfed it down as though they’ve been starved.
My mom practically lives in the Wolf Clan kitchens and there is always something hot and ready as soon as I or my pops walk in the door. But Des’s parents are rarely home, and dinner is almost always some solitary, take-out affair unless he comes to my place. It’s why Jordy and I try and have him over to our houses for dinner throughout the week. No one should eat alone. Food is meant to be enjoyed with family, with Pack, and those two fuckers are as family as it gets for me.
“Grab your food,” I tell the guys as I grab two bowls, handing one to Isa. Then I go back for the tortillas and place a few
