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“For being so harsh to this lovely young lady who ended up being your mate,” he replied.

“Dad! I didn’t know she was an orphan or that she’d end up being my mate! And I apologized!”

“Well, that may be true, but you also lied to me. For twelve years. If you had been honest with me, it would only be twenty laps. But I have to add interest and all that, so you’ll be running probably most of the day,” Harrison said with a little twinkle in his eye and a wink at me. “Frederick is leaving this afternoon. Wesley can bring you to the packhouse before he starts his laps. I’ll make sure Nolan is there,” he added to Wes. “See you later!”

He laughed again and shook his head, then walked out of the house, leaving Wes and me alone. Wes lowered his hands to grip the counter behind him, staring me down with a look that sent a shiver down my spine.

He pushed off the counter and stalked towards me, walking me backwards until I was against the wall. His hands landed on either side of my face, his arms caging me in, his face stopping only centimeters from mine.

“You are something else, you know that?” He smirked. “What am I going to do with you?”

I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, but his hand cupped my breast, and a moan came out of my lips instead of words. My body arched up into his, seeking more of his touch. His hand squeezed, his fingers moving towards the peak of my breast, which he gave a small pinch as he reached it.

Just like every time he touched me, my body was more than willing to become pliant in his arms, more than willing to accept any pleasure he was willing to give me. I was so focused on his hand on my breast I didn’t notice his other hand moving to the waistband of my pants.

He slid it inside, moving it down to cup my core, one digit slipping inside my entrance and gliding through my arousal.

Another moan escaped me, my chest heaving with my inhales and exhales and my hands clutching his shoulders to keep my body upright. His hands stilled, and I rolled my hips, seeking some form of movement or friction from him, and he chuckled, then removed his hands and stepped away from me.

“We’ll finish this later, Sugar Plum,” he said over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. “I have laps to run.”

CHAPTER 59

HAVEN

Wesley and I both changed our clothes and after that, he walked with me to the packhouse, where he dropped me off with a kiss that promised more to come later.

“I love you, Sugar Plum,” he said, his hands cradling my face. “Have Nolan mindlink me if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, Wes.” I smiled. He kissed me one more time. “I love you too,” I said before he turned and made his way to do his laps.

The cool autumn air sent a small chill over me as the warmth of his body moved away from me. I rubbed my arms and turned around to see Nolan standing on the porch waiting for me.

“Morning, Nolan,” I said as I climbed the porch steps of the packhouse.

“Morning, Luna. I mean Haven,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry, it’s an instinct for us to use titles,” he told me, rubbing the top of his buzzed hair.

“It’s all right,” I said. “I’m not upset.”

“So, how did Wes do on his groveling?” Nolan asked as he opened the door for me.

I smiled. “He did okay, I guess.” I shrugged. Nolan laughed out loud, and I chuckled with him. “He made me a dance studio in our house,” I confessed, my cheeks heating as I remembered the sight of Wes fucking me in the reflection.

Nolan cleared his throat and looked towards the lake as I moved past him into the house. “That was pretty smooth,” he replied, and I nodded.

“Did you accept him?” he asked, and I nodded again. “I mean, I figured you must have since you’re still here and Wesley isn’t curled up in a ball of misery, but you never know.”

I shook my head as we went down the hall. “You guys all love to give him shit, don’t you?”

He put his hands in his pockets. “Mostly Reid, but yeah, that’s kind of our job, you know?”

“Mostly me what?”

Reid came up behind us and threw his arm around Nolan’s shoulder as we all kept walking, then smiled at me. “Morning, Haven.”

“Morning, Reid. I was just telling Nolan that you all seem to love to give Wesley shit about anything and everything.”

“Oh. Yes,” he agreed. “I am probably the worst,” he mused, rubbing his chin in thought. “Although Seb is a very,veryclose second,” he added. “I’m still annoyed that he won that bet,” he grumbled, almost under his breath.

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