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My chest heaves as she pops up and climbs over my lap without hesitation. I scoot toward the middle a little, so I won’t squish her leg.

She sinks down on my cock before I’ve even got us situated. “Holy shit, Bishop.”

“I love it when you moan my name.” I still have a hand in her hair, and I give it a little tug. It makes her gush around me.

“I’m going to have to pile some of this next to you,” Garza says. “Don’t pull your weapon on me this time.”

I flip him off with the hand in Vale’s hair as her nails dig into my shoulders.

“You’re still so hard,” she groans, burying her face in my chest. “And your dick is still way too big for all this.”

Garza scoffs.

My chest fills with pride.

She’s absolutely fucking precious.

Chapter Twelve

Vale

We get back to the house with no problem, but I lose the rest of Saturday to the fog. My begging for Holt and Mercy drives Bishop to call Holt to come home, and once their scents combine…

Any and all intelligent thoughts go on vacation.

It’s late in the day when they force me to eat something, then we share a tantalizing shower.

I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up, trapped between them in the nest, but I need a visit to the restroom and maybe a snack.

I handle my bathroom visit, but I’m bummed to see Mercy isn’t in the bedroom when I walk through. He could be down in the living room or even his office, though.

I close the door to the bedroom behind me and aim for the stairs. Noticing the light is on in the nursery, I stop dead in my tracks.

Is Mercy in the nursery? My feet propel me forward as I head to see what’s going on.

I lean against the doorframe, pushing the door open just a few inches.

The crib is assembled, and Cooper is just dropping the mattress in. It has a baby pink sheet on it. He wiggles it into place as I glance around at the room. There are loads of things piled up on top of the dressers. Most of them seem to be the things we bought today.

Okay, the things they bought.

Cooper is in a pair of dark jeans and a white T-shirt. His biceps and back muscles flex as he leans over, making sure the crib mattress is perfectly in place.

My heart freaking races.

He’s in the nursery in the middle of the night…setting up Aurora’s things.

“Okay, what’s next?” he mutters, spinning around. My cheeks get hot when he catches sight of me, but a slow, sexy smile crosses his face. “Hey.” Even the word slipping from his lips sounds sinful. The tattoos that peek out around his T-shirt only seem to enhance his appeal.

This is a problem.

I had a full-blown wave of heat earlier today…

Just from his scent.

That’s not okay.

It’s even more embarrassing because he knows his pheromones are what sent my body into overdrive.

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