Page 39 of Pack Plus Three

Her sweet scent overpowered the smell of greasy junk food in the car. Ever since her face had turned that delightful shade of red, she had been slightly turned on.

She was going to be a lot of fun, and I was looking forward to every second of it.

We made it home in record time. I’d been tempted to draw out the drive to spend more time in her presence, but we had opted to get Jeremy a burger and fries, and they were rapidly cooling.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I turned to her.

“I don't wanna move. These heated seats are so nice,” she admitted with a whine. Were it not for the fact that I had a handy solution for her, I would have sat in the car with her all night.

“Well, if it helps, I have a present for you that may do the same job,” I said, leaning back and grabbing the gift bag off the back seat.

Daisy’s eyes widened comically as she took in the bag. “Devon, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. It’s going to be useful—here.” I handed her the bag, and she bit her lip, looking at me in excitement for a moment before opening it.

Jeremy had mentioned she had back pain, and I remembered when his sister was pregnant, her mate had bought her a little electric heating pad, and she had carried that thing around with her constantly. So, I had ordered one online that first night after meeting her.

“Is this...?” Daisy asked, her eyes raking over the box for a moment before tearing up.

Oh shit. I fucked up. How did I fuck up?

“I can return it if—” I started to say.

“Don’t you dare!” Daisy cried, clutching the box to her chest. “This is amazing. More than amazing!”

“But you’re crying?” I asked, extremely confused.

“Pregnancy hormones! They’re happy tears, I swear.”

“Okay.” I nodded slowly. “How about we get you upstairs and settled on the couch with your heating pad?”

She nodded, giving me a watery smile.

Hauling ass out of the car, I jogged over to her side before she had even managed to unclip her seat belt. “Let me help,” I said, holding my hand out. She smiled at me and didn’t even hesitate to grab onto me—did that mean she was getting more comfortable with me?

“Thank you again for tonight,” she said once both feet were safely on the ground.

“Anytime, flower, remember that.”

Daisy gently gnawed on her lip, looking up at me. I was about to open my mouth to ask what she was thinking when she leaned up on her tiptoes, her lips brushing mine ever so gently.

It was over before I registered that it had even happened, and she was looking around anxiously. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have?—"

I could have spoken with her and explained that I was more than okay with what just happened, but instead, I opted for the more direct approach. One of my hands flew to her hip while the other tangled in her hair as I drew her close to me and claimed her mouth in a much deeper kiss than the small brush she’d just given me.

She tasted like warmth and sweetness. I was far more demanding with my kiss, claiming her mouth with my own.

When we pulled apart, she was flushed and panting, and I couldn’t help but think about how she would look after a few good orgasms.

Jeremy may have already seen that, the lucky bastard.

“I plan on doing that a lot more, flower,” I admitted, tucking a wayward red curl out of her face. “Are you okay with that?”

“I think so.” Her face broke into a small, shy smile, and she didn’t quite meet my eye.

“Perfect, now let’s go get your feet up and the heating pad on your back!”

Chapter 18

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