Michael’s Heart Sneak Peek!

Michael's Heart: Pack Mates 4In exactly one week, Michael’s Heart, Pack Mates #4 will be released. And I’d like to give you all a little sneak peek! So, without further ado, here it is!

He glanced at Michael’s face to find the beautiful, playful smile had melted from his face, leaving him with a slightly confused expression. “Gray?” he asked quietly.

Gray ignored Michael’s question. “Girls,” he said instead. “I think it’s time for you to get ready for bed. Why don’t you go up to your bedroom and change? I’ll be up to help you brush your teeth and read your stories in a few minutes.”

The girls immediately hopped down from Michael’s arms and scampered up the stairs, hollering for Shannon to kiss them goodnight.

“Well,” Gray said, wandering toward the couch and plopping down with the baby. “Now that the heathens are gone, we can chat. Have you guys met?”

“Not formally,” Justin answered, delighted to finally meet the man he’d been picturing in his fantasies for the past few months. Maybe he would even get to touch him.

“Justin, this is my best friend Michael Ferris. We’ve known each other since we were born.” Gray gestured for Michael to come over.

Justin didn’t miss the incredulous look Michael threw his friend, nor did he miss the slightly evil expression Gray gave in return. Something was obviously going on between the two friends but Justin had no idea as to what it could be.

“Mikey, this is Justin Blake. He started off as our lawyer and ended up as our friend.”

The firefighter blushed charmingly at the nickname but shuffled over on his knees, reaching out his hand as he came. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured.

Justin had always heard of those people who said their first time meeting their mate was electric, but he’d always brushed it off. He sent a silent apology to all those people he’d quietly laughed at when his palm met Michael’s and a tingle shot up his arm.

He held on to Michael’s hand a little longer than he had to, his cock hardening from the texture of Michael’s skin against his. What would those callused hands feel like skimming across his body?

Gray cleared his throat and Justin jerked his hand away. He glanced up at his friend, who was still holding Faith and swaying slightly from side to side as the baby began to nuzzle sleepily into his shoulder. Gray seemed absolutely delighted with something.

“Mikey,” Gray said as he rubbed his cheek against Faith’s hair, “why don’t you have a seat on the couch.”

“Right,” Michael said. He rose to his feet. Justin admired the fluidness of his movements. For such a big man, Michael was surprisingly graceful. “So, um … are you here to offer Gray and Shannon some legal advice or something?”

Before Justin could answer, Gray started speaking. “Oh. Did I forget to tell you that Justin was coming for dinner, too?”

Gray looked at them with a slightly bemused, innocent expression. Just like before, Justin didn’t miss the glare Michael threw at his best friend. What was going on?

“Uncle Gray,” came a shriek from upstairs. “We’re ready.”

“Ah,” Gray said with a grin. “I’m being summoned for teeth and story time. I’ll be back in a few.”

Gray left, and Justin could hear the soft murmur of two deep voices before a rhythmic pounding start sounding from the general direction of what he knew was the bedrooms. “What’s going on?” Justin wondered out loud.

“They’re probably jumping on the bed,” Michael answered.

An awkward silence settled between them. What was he supposed to say?

Luckily, Shannon chose that moment to saunter in with drinks. “Mike, here’s your cola. And one Molson Canadian for Justin.” He passed the drinks around with a grin. “Dinner will only be a few more minutes. Hold tight.”

“Do you need any help?” Justin asked. Say no, say no. He wanted to make the most of the rare opportunity to sit next to Michael and drink in his presence.

Shannon shook his head. “I’m almost finished. By the time Gray’s finished putting the kids to bed, we’ll be ready to eat.”

“Okay,” Justin said before taking swallow of his beer. Ah, liquid gold. “Oh, good stuff,” he commented.

Michael made a noise and watched him with his head tilted to one side. “You know, I’m surprised you’re drinking beer. Especially Molson.”

The random statement startled a laugh out of Justin. “Why?” he asked.

The wolf shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “It’s only that you seem so … refined, I guess … I would have figured you to be a sherry drinker, or at least a wine drinker. I kind of thought if you were to drink beer, it would be one of those designer ones.”

Justin didn’t know what to say. Actually, he didn’t know if he should be complimented or not.

“Oh,” Michael said, obviously noticing the bemused expression on his face. “That’s not a bad thing. Actually, it’s fucking hot.”

Michael’s eyes widened and Justin could practically see the wolf’s urge to slap his hand over his mouth. If Justin had thought the wolf blushed prettily before, he’d been mistaken. The flush that crept up Michael’s neck and cheeks was utterly adorable. He wondered how easily Michael blushed.

Totally, completely charmed, Justin sucked up his courage. “So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee with me some time?”

The expression on Michael’s face was priceless. Had it really been such a long time since someone had asked this gorgeous man out?

The firefighter opened and closed his mouth a few times, and Justin was starting to worry Michael was trying to find a graceful way to turn him down. Finally, Michael cleared his throat and smiled beautifully. “I would love to go out with you,” he said softly.

Joy like he’d never experienced spread at a rapid race through Justin’s veins and he had to stop himself from jumping up and down like a little boy.

Gray poked his head in to the room. “Dinner’s ready,” he announced.