GRAYSON MADE SURE REAGAN had use of his new laptop, then went out to spend a few hours at work. He had many overseer jobs in the pack, mostly having to do with the money coming in and out. He balanced accounts, checked on the builders and the farmers, dropped by to pick up another few pairs of jeans and tops for Reagan—a size bigger—then returned to his home.
He forced his twitching legs to slow down as he stood on his doorstep. His wolf gnashed his teeth, wanting to go inside more than he wanted his next breath. How was it possible to need someone so much?
Shaking his head, he pushed open the door, only to slam it hard behind him again.
Reagan was shirtless and draped over the dining table. Well not exactly draped, he was working, but the effect the sight had on Grayson’s c**k was as i
