Page 106 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

I lifted my head to look down at her and smiled at how beautiful and peaceful she looked. I knew I would enjoy seeing this sight every morning if she agreed to be mine.

I laid my head back down and slung one arm behind my head, my thoughts drifting to the night before, to the heated moment between us when I almost lost the grip on my restraint.

I had to tell her. I had to let her know the truth. Before we continued, and took that next step to be together fully, I had to show her what I was.

I was in love with her, and I knew she felt strongly for me, that she maybe even loved me back, and I couldn’t let her love for me be built on lies.

“What are you thinking so hard about, Pal?” Haven said, interrupting my thoughts with her scratchy morning voice.

Her hand reached up and massaged the crease between my eyebrows, and I laughed.

“Just thinking about some things I need to do this week,” I told her noncommittally, a plan already forming in my mind for how to tell her what I was.

Her eyes widened, and she pushed herself up to a sitting position, putting her naked pussy right on my stomach.

“Oh shit, it’s Monday!” she exclaimed, jumping up and walking around the tent looking for her clothes, not even realizing what she was doing to me by being half-naked like that with no thought about it. “Don’t you have work? Will you be in trouble?”

“I called my dad on our way here while you were asleep,” I grumbled, my eyes following her bare ass around the tent.

The shirt fell to her thighs, but from the angle I was at with her standing and me propped on an elbow, I had an almost unobstructed view of her lower half. She bent to pick up her underwear, and the glimpse of her pussy lips between her legs had my dick rock hard again in an instant.

“Haven!” I snapped, falling back on the pillow and covering my eyes with my hands.

“What?” she asked, and I uncovered my eyes just enough to glimpse her standing up straight and staring at me in confusion.

“Are you intentionally trying to kill me?” I groaned.

She glanced down at herself, and then her cheeks turned bright red as she realized she was giving me a little show. Like I didn’t have my head between her legs the night before, or my mouth and my tongue on her pussy.

She hunched over so the shirt covered her knees, and she slipped her underwear on as fast as lightning. Then she walked over to the bag by me, bending down to rummage through it for her clothes.

I rolled onto my side and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back onto the camping pad with me and pulling the sleeping bag back up over our bodies.

“What are you doing?” I rumbled out, holding her so she couldn’t escape.

Not that she tried. She just wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled into me.

“I was going to get dressed,” she replied. “So we can get ready to go home,” she added.

“There’s no rush,” I told her. “Just relax and enjoy your hard-earned little mini vacation.”

“You say there’s no rush, but you haven’t even checked the time since we woke up the first time.” She giggled.

I sighed. “That is true,” I agreed, rolling a bit so I could grab my watch. “Oh, wow,” I laughed. “It’s 09:00 a.m.,” I told her, tossing the watch back in my bag.

“Oops,” she said, grimacing a little. “Sorry, I know you’re usually an early riser, and—”

I cut her off with a kiss. “I’m not mad, Sugar Plum,” I said against her mouth.

She smiled and kissed me back, her hands moving into my hair. I deepened the kiss, and just as I was about to slip my tongue into her mouth, my stomach growled, loud and long, letting Haven and probably the entire beach know how hungry I was.

She pulled away with a laugh, her forehead pressing against my nose, and I just shook my head.

“Well, while I’m not in any rush, my stomach apparently is,” I said, and she laughed even more.

I moved us both into a sitting position, grabbed my bag, then looked at her. “Don’t get mad,” I said.

“Why would I get mad?”

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