Page 11 of Piper's Perfect Mate

Anthony grinned. “She’s passed out, huh?”

“It smells like a damn bordello in here.” Donovan wrinkled his nose as he said it.

“I don’t remember inviting either of you in,” I snarled.

The bastards laughed.

“You’ve got it bad,” Donovan said.

“And you’re welcome,” Anthony tacked on.

“I would have made my move eventually.”

Both men snorted.

“When?” Anthony taunted. “Another three years? Five? You’d still be ten years older, and she might have given up on you by then.”

The mere thought of that had my wolf growling.

“Michael?”

We all three glanced around as my mate stepped into the room. She wore one of my shirts, which more than covered her but still had my wolf growling as I moved to block her from their view. Either Piper didn’t notice or, more likely, didn’t see a reason for it.

“You brought my stuff.”

She headed toward the far corner and rummaged through some of the bags, bending over and giving us a great view of her stellar ass. I growled again, and Anthony and Donovan laughed.

Piper glanced back at me, realized what had happened, and dropped to squat in front of her bags, which she continued looking through.

“Men,” she muttered as she sorted. “This one has what I need for the morning. The rest I can take care of tomorrow.”

She pushed the bag she wanted away from the others then walked over to me, cuddling into my side, one arm around my waist, the other hand on my chest.

“Thanks for doing this,” she told the other two. “I really appreciate it.”

She glanced around.

“Arwen didn’t come?”

Donovan shook his head. “And it wasn’t easy to stop her. She said you had until morning.”

Piper laughed. “Thanks again then.”

“Congratulations.”

Anthony walked over, took Piper’s hand from my chest and tugged her into a hug. Donovan pulled her in for a hug next. When he released her, I dragged her back into my arms.

“Mating looks good on you,” Donovan offered. “Both of you.”

They shared a look, something passing between them before they turned back toward us.

“We’ll get out of your hair. Give us a holler when you’re ready to get the rest of your stuff, Piper. We’ll help.” Anthony walked to the window, parted the curtain, and pointed across the street. “That’s our house. Anything you need, let us know.”

“I keep saying it, but thank you.”

They both gave me a pat on the shoulder as they passed.

“We’ll see you both later,” Donovan tossed over his shoulder as they headed out through the kitchen door.

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