Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,102

and sat. “But I wouldn’t return to not knowing, not with what I’ve gained. But I never expected to find love again, not something like this.”

Cort knew what he was talking about. How he felt about Grey felt so damn powerful. Even now, he was tempted to go and crawl back into bed with the man. As it was, he’d had to peel himself off him just to leave the bed. Grey’s sleep-warm body had been too enticing. But it wasn’t just sex with them. Cort wanted to be around him, share in his humor, feel his warm presence. Cort felt like a better man when he was with Grey.

“And the sex is off the charts,” Wiley said with a sly grin at Dane. “My room is above yours after all. I hear plenty.”

“Trust me, I’m aware you two are above us. And that Baer likes to growl even in his human form.”

Wiley shivered, his cheeks flushing pink. “Love it when he does that.”

Cort was glad he was off in the apartment with Grey, because his man liked to yell. Not that Cort was all that quiet himself, but that bit of privacy was priceless. Grey was a private person and would hold himself back if they were in the main house. Cort would hate that. When they were in bed together, Grey gave his all. Fuck, it was sexy.

“I can tell by your expression that the sex is good on your end, too,” Wiley teased.

“I have absolutely no complaints,” was all Cort said. But he did grin and knew his pleasure was all over his face.

“I can’t wait to see who Lucien and Calder get.” Dane rested against the chair. “And it’ll be interesting to have the Air Weaver here as well. We’ll have a full house, then. I may need to start renovating the attic into bedrooms.”

Wiley set down his mug. “Or turn that one room that’s supposed to be a fitness room into a bedroom instead.”

“It’s pretty small, but that could work.”

“I probably shouldn’t have such a big office. That could be switched out. We could put wardrobes in there in lieu of closets.”

“The attic is huge. It wouldn’t take too much to put bedrooms and bathrooms up there,” Dane said. “I’ve already started mapping one bedroom out. Hell, at the rate we’ve been finding soul mates, we won’t need the extra bedrooms anyway. I’m assuming you’ll be staying with Grey, right Cort?”

Cort nodded. He’d have to be pried away from the man now.

Clay strolled into the room, still tugging a red T-shirt over his head. He walked up behind Dane to lean down and wrap his arms around him, kissing the side of his head. “Good morning, babe. Morning, Cort, Wiley. Is there any coffee left?”

“About a cup left, so you’re just in time,” Dane answered. “I’m surprised Calder isn’t up and hitting it already. He’s such a morning person. A little grumpy, but an early riser.”

“He’s outside with Baer and Ruby. I’ll start a new pot.” Clay kissed Dane’s head again before walking across the kitchen.

“Baer took Ruby outside. She was trying to play with Queenie again, and Queenie wasn’t having it.” Wiley chuckled as he glanced outside. “Ruby loves to play, so Baer is probably out there as a dog or something, running with her.”

“He’s actually playing fetch with her. I spotted them through the window in our bedroom.” Clay finished making a new pot, brought his coffee to the table, and took a seat. “What are we talking about?”

“Being mates to you crazy Weavers,” Dane teased.

“Ah, about how great it is, right?” Clay took a sip of coffee, one corner of his lip turned up in a sly smile.

“Of course.” Dane reached out and took his free hand. “We were about to compare sex notes.”

Clay looked startled until Wiley laughed; then his grin turned sheepish. “I may not want to be here for this conversation.”

Dane threw his head back and laughed with Wiley. “Oh, you do. I’d come out ahead.”

Narrowing his eyes, Clay sent Dane a heated look. “Of course you would.”

Cort couldn’t help but chuckle, though he couldn’t imagine better sex than what he’d shared with Grey. Still, he wasn’t about to start comparing notes. That shit was private. He thought about the night before and had to suppress a shiver in memory of just how spectacular it had been. And sleeping all night with the man had been just as wonderful.

The French doors opened, and Calder came running into the house.