HORNS (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 133

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three

It was the banter I'd missed the most, I think.

We were all lying together in our underwear and our pajamas, one big masculine pretzel of intertwined arms and legs and heads and cheeks using chests and thighs and biceps as props for all the comfy feather pillows lying around and on top of us. I was smack dab in the middle of my pack, huddled up in the makeshift cave with the television on and set to the news.

"So, where do ya think we're gonna move when this shit's finally done?" Buck asked, as if he hadn't just been roasted for his stubby toes and the moles on his ridiculously hairy feet. "Do ya think we'll have to wait for a new beach house to be built? Or do ya think we're on our own?"

"Naw, Sebastian's got us covered! His pack is part of our family!" Donny chuckled, squeezing my shoulder and making my closed eyes flutter. "He and Jak will figure somethin' out, and hey, even if they don't, we'll manage! We can go back to camping and sleeping under the stars in tents! Maybe even go on another motorcycle bend around the state and see the sights!"

"That sounds like fun, but we've finally put our roots down," Darryl murmured, and I heard his dog tags clinking faintly under the low-volume newscaster talking about the effort to rebuild Wilmington and the other places that were hit by Hurricane Olga. "This is home. I've gotten used to having a roof over my head, and a room for myself and my husband... full of our scents."

"Yes, I think we all have to some extent," Dane's deep voice rumbled from the edge of the pile, where he was nestled against Randal's side. "Randy and I have been looking at homes online for the pack during our free time."

"You have?" Max asked, sounding surprised. "I thought you were indifferent on it."

"Not at all," Randal chuckled, accented voice lilting lightly in my twitchy ears. "You know how I am with technology and computers, and since we do have to start thinking about where we're gonna be living, I've been searching for houses close to Horst's college campus."

I smirked despite myself without opening my eyes, because that didn't surprise me. Randal was a planner, after all, and he had a tendency to take charge on shit like this. It was in his blood as an alpha werewolf and in his brain as our tech master to make sure everything went smoothly.

"You sure you and Dane ain't datin'?" Buck suspiciously asked, but there was a sudden thump and he scoffed. "Wow. Hittin' me with pillows, now?"

"At present, we're not," Dane growled, and I squeaked an eye open to see that his dark-skinned head was raised and his glowing amber eyes were deadpan. "We're simply kindred spirits who really enjoy hanging out together."

My heart fluttered and I opened my eyes again, turning my head to look at him. Dane was the only other black guy in our pack aside from my dad. He and Randal had both grown up in New York City, but until they'd found us, they'd never met. However, Dane liked teacups and fine China and even enjoyed tea itself, and he was a wizard when it came to rare cutlery sets.

More than that, though, was the fact that he almost never left Randal's side.

"You said at present," I said with a grin bubbling to the surface, and his eyes flicked to me, thick lips pursing as his dark skin reddened slightly. "Dane... does that mean there's potential for it?"

He opened his mouth, blinked, then shut it again before flopping down. I heard Randal himself muffling a fit of amused little giggles and my ears perked up excitedly. Similarly, all the other guys were raising their heads and staring at him, too, looking surprised and elated.

"You sorry arsed chicken shits!" Donny exclaimed with his mouth open, green hair hanging in loose tendrils across the sides of his shaved head. "Are you two really into each other?!"