Page 102 of Three of a Kind

“What happened to your jammies?” I ask, kissing her cheek.

“I got dressed!” she says, nodding. “Mav needs you in the potty.”

Noble snorts, holding her out, so he can study her face. “Don’t tell me you tried to flush another Pull-Up…”

“I did change myself.” Libby’s lips push together, like she just remembered something. “It won’t go down.”

Noble chuckles as Bless curses under her breath about never wanting kids.

What a way to start the day.

Maverick takes Libby for a run after the bathroom nightmare. She comes back sweaty and stinky, so we share a quick shower while Gunner helps Noble go through all the stuff Bless snagged from his apartment.

I’ve just finished getting her dressed, and I’m in the process of pulling my dress over my head when she opens the door and runs out while I’m still not fully covered.

Maverick pops up in the doorway, grinning like the cat that got the cream while I scramble to flatten out my dress. Thank goodness I was already in my bra and underwear.

I lick my lips, studying his muscular frame while his eyes dance from my head to my bare toes.

He’s wearing a backward baseball cap, and his blond waves fall around his forehead as he smirks. He hasn’t shaved in the last few days, and the longer hair makes for quite the handsome scruffy beard.

I tilt my head, trying to decide if he took a shower when he got back from taking the dogs for a run.

I don’t think so.

Who puts back on their sweaty clothes after a shower?

His smoky, nutty scent is even more potent than normal. My insides light up as my system screams to tackle him to the floor.

I’ll lick him and wallow in his sweaty scent. Soak up all his delicious pheromones and not let him escape.

My mouth actually waters as my instincts scream to suck on his skin.

He strides over, pulling me into his chest while I’m still trying to rationalize with my instincts, so they don’t make me look like a lunatic.

“Fuck,” he growls, dipping his cheek to rub against mine. “I hope you look at me like that for the rest of our lives.” Once both cheeks are fully marked with a hit of his pheromones, he pushes his lips to mine.

He’s playful and teasing.

It makes my chest feel warm and fuzzy as he nips at Noble’s bondmark. My foot bounces against the carpet covering the bedroom floor as he pulls back.

He laughs, squeezing my ass. “I’m a little jealous I didn’t move faster. I would have loved to have my bite on your lip. Anyway, our deliveries arrived, and we need you and Libby to open them before Bless kills us for packing even more shit into her house.”

I give a shaky nod as my fingers tangle in his T-shirt. I never had anywhere close to this type of reaction with Avan’s pheromones. Maybe part of it is pregnancy or the bond, but it feels like a giant piece I didn’t know was missing clicked into place when I found them.

Now, I just have to make sure they stay safe as we deal with the huge problem of my asshole ex.

There’s a decent size pile of boxes sitting on the coffee table as Maverick guides me into the living room.

Libby is stretched out on Noble’s lap while he sits in one of the club chairs. She leans forward, and Noble’s hand tightens on her middle to keep her from tumbling out, face-first.

“Mommy, we gots gifts,” she says, smiling like a fiend.

“I can see that,” I agree, smiling back.

Damn.

I wish I had my phone.

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