Page 82 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

So. Much. Trouble.

CHAPTER 29

HAVEN

“Ah ah,” Wesley teased, lifting the bag up and out of my reach. “First, you have to tell Seb he’s a terrible friend for forgetting to buy you flowers.”

I glared at him, then looked at Sebastian, then looked back at Wesley. I held the four bouquets out, and Nolan took them from me with a small laugh, a shake of his head, and a smirk at Wesley.

I stalked closer to Wes, watching his face go from teasing to nervous.

“You know, that’s not really your color, Pal,” I murmured, sliding my hands along his chest on top of his light gray suit jacket.

“Really?” He quirked a brow and looked down at his suit. “I’ve always gotten compliments when—”

“Not the suit color,” I said, shaking my head as I leaned closer. “Green,” I said pointedly, glancing over my shoulder at Seb for a moment.

His brow furrowed, and he looked over at Sebastian and then back down at me. Then the little lightbulb went off over his head, and he chuckled, the sound sending little shivers down my spine all the way to my toes as his arm wrapped around my waist.

“I’m not jealous,” he said in a tight voice, his lips brushing my temple.

“Prove it,” I challenged, turning my head to look into his eyes.

“What?”

“If you’re not jealous, then there isn’t any reason for me to say that to Seb, and you can just give me the gift,” I taunted.

I smoothed his lapels as he stood there, stewing, having an internal debate with himself. I let my hands wander up his chest to his neck, pulling my body closer to his. My fingertips brushed down his neck, tickling a path underneath the fabric of his shirt and teasing his collarbone.

I wasn’t usually one for PDA, but for whatever reason, even the knowledge that his friends and brother were right behind us, watching us, didn’t bother me at all. I could sense their amusement at our banter and my blatant flirting and teasing.

I kept tracing along his collarbone, my eyelids lowering and my lashes fluttering at him. A barely held-back groan escaped him, and he closed his eyes, his hand on me tightening and pulling me closer.

“Well?” I whispered, my lips like butterflies on the skin of his neck.

“Fine,” he grumbled, but I could hear the laugh in his voice.

I smiled and kissed his collarbone, then pulled back and held my hands out.

He shook his head and lowered the bag from above his head, his other arm loosening its hold on me to give me space to open the gift. His hand came to rest on my lower back, his little finger drawing small circles and grazing the top of my ass every so often.

I swallowed and took the gift from him, pushing away the distracting thoughts his wandering digit was giving me. Easier said than done, but I tried at least.

I opened the gift with care, not wanting to break or ruin whatever may be inside the bag. It wasn’t very heavy, but there was no way to know for sure if it would be something breakable or not.

I held the tissue paper out, glancing behind me at the other three men, all watching Wesley and me with like we were the most entertaining television show in the world. Nolan was quick on the uptake and grabbed the tissue paper from me so I could reach into the bag and pull out—

“A wolf in a tutu?” I chuckled, looking at the small stuffed gray wolf wearing a purple tutu.

It was soft and fluffy and squishy and perfectly huggable. And completely ridiculous in its little purple costume, complete with ballerina tiara.

Nolan took the bag from me and I looked from the wolf stuffy to Wesley in confusion.

“Why a wolf?” I asked.

He started to reply when I remembered something from one of his letters. I laughed. “Oh! Because you said wolves were your favorite animal when we were kids!”

“Something like that,” he replied with his own laugh. “The tutu—”

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