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Once I was sure I had wrung out every last drop of her release, I gently withdrew my fingers and extracted myself from between her legs.

She was leaning back on her elbows on the countertop, her face flushed and eyes wide as she took in the shit-eating grin on my face.

Knowing that panic was likely forthcoming, I distracted her by claiming her lips once again for a quick, dirty kiss before placing my forehead on hers.

“Delicious,” I purred.

“Oh my god . . .”

Chapter 16

Daisy

Jeremy was running late. I'd spent hours sitting in the living room, wrapped up on the comfortable sofa in a throw blanket, with Gilbert curled into my side. He told me he'd be home by four—the game had ended at two, so he’d had plenty of time to make it home.

He had insisted that I wait at his place during the game, claiming that he liked knowing I was at his place while he was gone. Plus, I could keep Gilbert company. I wasn't hard to convince; his place was so much more comfortable than mine, and I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to sit on that overly stuffed sofa.

Had something happened to make him run late? Had something distracted him? The Chargers had won by a landslide. Having watched a few of his games now, I was starting to understand the rules, and I even managed to distinguish Jeremy's figure out of the throng of similarly colored players several times.

I had decided to pass the time by working. My decrepit old laptop looked out of place in Jeremy's apartment. It was so old and outdated next to the recently renovated apartment.

Plus, I had to resist the urge to throw it against the wall every ten minutes because it was so goddamn slow. The moment I had some spare income, I was going to buy myself a better computer.

The admin work had been slowing down, and I was starting to get worried. How was I going to be able to afford to give birth? Everything was so expensive, and some hospitals would even charge for letting me cuddle my baby for half an hour after they were born—it was ludicrous.

I had less than $100 in my bank account. Sadly, the only reason I had that much was because Jeremy had been feeding me so much lately that I hadn’t needed to do any grocery shopping of my own. Otherwise, my bank balance would have looked even more pathetic.

After an hour of admin work, I put the laptop down, taking a deep breath. My stomach turned with the usual morning-sickness-turned-all-day sickness, and I focused on snuggling with Gilbert. Lying down fully on the gigantic sofa, he easily cuddled into my side as I lay my head down and let myself rest for a moment. The warm, woodsy scent of Jeremy helped calm my raging nausea.

Between his cooking and his scent, my sickness had decreased significantly .

A moment of rest turned into much longer as I drifted into a relatively deep sleep, only to be woken by the sound of the front door clattering open, and Gilbert excitedly hopping down from the couch and running to the front door.

Stretching, I slowly sat up, groaning as my back complained. The further along I was getting in my pregnancy, the more everything ached. As much as I was dreading childbirth, I was looking forward to having my body back and somewhat less achy. Then again, once I had the little parasite, I would probably be too sleep deprived to notice any pains.

Reaching both my hands up, I viciously rubbed both my eyes, desperately trying to wake myself up.

“Hey, flower, were you asleep?” a voice asked from the living room doorway. My eyes shot open. That wasn't Jeremy.

Devon was standing in the doorway. He was wearing black jeans and a white button down, his hair pushed back out of his face, emphasizing his widow’s peak. Sweet spicy cinnamon wafted towards me, and I couldn’t resist sucking in a lungful.

“I, uh...yeah, I was,” I admitted weakly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Jeremy called me from the arena. He said there was some bureaucratic stuff going on, and he was being kept late. He assured me he was fine, but he was concerned about you being left on your own for so long.”

“Left on my own for so long? What am I, a puppy?” I smiled sleepily at him. Jeremy’s concern was sweet, and it was nice to be thought of that way.

“I see the pregnancy brain is getting the better of you, but Gilbert is the puppy. You are the heavily pregnant woman.”

“Ah, so, that's why I look like I'm smuggling a beach ball in my dress. It makes perfect sense,” I said dryly, looking down at my belly with a surprised expression. “That still doesn't explain why you're here.”

“Well, Jeremy informed me you were going to be on your own for dinner. I thought coming to take you out for some food was the polite thing to do. How do you feel about a greasy burger and fries?”

I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to do that, as nice as the gesture was. But before I could even say the first word, my stomach grumbled violently and Devon’s grin widened. “Someone's clearly hungry. Come on, let me take advantage of this opportunity. It's not often I get time for a one-on-one date with you, since Jeremy’s usually hovering around like a big, angry bear.”

A date? Is that what he’d come here for? I probably should have been more freaked out by the prospect that a second alpha now wanted to take me on a date, but I was honestly too tired to think straight. Having just woken up, everything felt a bit hazy. But this man was offering me food, and I wasn't going to reject that.

“Where do you want to go? I don't think I'm exactly good company right now. I can hardly see straight.”

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