Glenn, Stormy and Hagen, Lynn - Pax's Blues [Lady Blue Crew 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Read Online Free Page A

“If you wash, I’ll rinse.”
    “Deal.” Pax began to scrub plate after plate, handing them off to Colt. The shifter rinsed them clean and then placed them in the drying rack. Pax’s heart skipped a beat every time Colt’s hand touched his.
    Pax wasn’t sure how much more of the buildup he could take. Colt may not have an aura, but he was proving to be kind and sweet. It was something Pax had never experienced before with someone he was going to have sex with.
    Wait! Did he just think about having sex with Colt? No, no, no. Pax couldn’t have thought that. He wasn’t good enough for Colt. Why would someone as strong and noble as the hawk shifter want a rejected soul like him?
    With a stern mental lecture, Pax moved a little away, careful not to touch Colt’s hand again. Pax could see the confusion on Colt’s face, but it was for the best. He wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking he was anywhere near the shifter’s standards.
    “Is everything okay?” Colt asked as he accepted the next dish.
    “Yes. Why do you ask? I’m fine, never been better.” Will you shut up, you blithering fool! Pax was getting frustrated standing next to Colt. What he wanted and what he deserved were two different things.
    Colt watched him carefully as they finished the last of the dishes. Pax grabbed a dishtowel and wiped down the surfaces while Colt rinsed the sink out.
    “Done,” Pax declared as he folded the towel up and laid it on the counter.
    “Good. Let’s go watch a movie, little bird.”
    “Why do you call me that?” Pax asked as he walked beside Colt. He liked the endearment. Pax just didn’t get it. It seemed he didn’t get a lot of things around here. It was becoming his theme song.
    “Because I’m a hawk shifter, and you’re my little bird.”
    Colt said it matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal, so Pax didn’t make it a big deal. He knew he was Colt’s mate, but Pax was scared shitless to let the shifter claim him. That would involve sex—something Pax wasn’t sure he was ready for.
    His step faltered when he walked into the media room with Colt to see that there was only room for one on the sectional sofa. All the other seats were taken by the crewmembers. Pax bit his lip as he wondered where he was going to sit. Colt strolled right in and sat down, leaving Pax to stand by the door.
    Pax moved into the room but remained by the wall. He wasn’t that comfortable with the crew yet to demand anyone scoot over or give him a seat. He’d only been onboard Lady Blue for a few weeks. That did not give him enough get out of my way power like Gigi seemed to have.
    Pax wished he was more like Gigi. The man asked for what he wanted and spoke his mind, something Pax had never been able to do. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he began to watch the movie. After a while, his legs started to cramp.
    He glanced around the room to find Colt watching him. Pax quickly averted his eyes. The man probably thought Pax a wuss and a loser for not demanding that someone give him a seat. It just wasn’t in him.
    He jumped slightly when he felt a hand covering his. Pax looked up to see Colt staring down at him. The shifter took his hand, not saying a word as he coaxed Pax over to the sofa. Pax followed, having no choice since Colt had his hand. Not that he objected. Damn it, he was supposed to be keeping his distance, not trailing after the man like some sort of stray begging for attention.
    Colt took a seat, waiting for Pax to join him. The shifter didn’t indicate where he wanted Pax to sit. He glanced at Colt’s lap and entertained the idea of sitting on it, but he dropped that thought quickly.
    Instead, Pax sat down the carpeted floor between Colt’s legs, resting his back against the sofa. He fisted his hands in his lap when he felt Colt run his hands through Pax’s hair. This was not helping his resolve. If anything, it was making it crumble, but Pax couldn’t find it in him to pull