Page 25 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

“You’re not joining me?” I patted the mattress.

“In a minute.” He headed out. “Just gotta cook the eggs and I’m done.”

I sipped the coffee, and this morning, that first mouthful was extra special. A night spent between the sheets with my mate. Nothing could be better than that.

You’re not mated yet,my beast sighed. Once I’d marked Errol, my unicorn would get off my ass.

I’m not on your butt. Ewww! I’m close to your heart and you know that.

We’d both be happier once I’d drawn blood and scratched or bitten Errol. But first, I had to show him who I really was.

Me! Me! Me!

I’d never revealed my unicorn to anyone, except to others of my kind. And unlike wolves or bears, unicorns were rare, and even other shifters were wary of unicorns, the so-called mythical beast.

Goody, we get to visit the orchard.

Mmmm. I’d suggest to Errol we go fruit-picking and make a pie for him and Grams.

“Ta-da.” Errol arrived, still with the apron wrapped around his narrow hips, holding a tray aloft. He played it in front of me before turning around and wriggling his naked butt.

If he hadn’t spent the time making me breakfast, I’d have put it aside and ravaged his very cute ass.

There was a plate of bacon, another with two eggs, and a third with a pile of toast, plus two glasses of orange juice.

“I’ll pay you to make breakfast every morning.” I was more of a coffee and bite of toast before running out the door guy.

His smile faded, and his expression changed to one of confusion. I backtracked, wondering how he’d misunderstood my statement.

“You want to employ me?”

“It was a joke because this is amazing.” I extended my hand and pulled him to the side of the bed. “But what I’d really like is to wake up beside you every morning. The breakfast, as nice as it is, pales compared to you in my bed.”

“Oh.” His face brightened. “We can dream, but it’s not possible.”

I nodded. “Grams.” Unless Errol invited me to live with him and his grandmother, there’d be few opportunities for us to sleep in the same bed.

“But we have this morning, so climb in, and let’s tuck into this feast.”

He offered me a piece of bacon, and I bit it, the delicious salty flavor flooding my mouth. We made egg-and-bacon sandwiches with the toast and fed one another, making sure to kiss after each bite.

“I have a surprise for you.” I dabbed his mouth with a napkin.

Errol lifted the covers. “Even after last night, I’m still amazed at how big you are.”

He was stroking my ego, and I was up for that—and so was my cock. But before we could continue our relationship, he had to know the real me. Otherwise, what we had was a lie.

“I was thinking of something a little different.”

“Little doesn’t describe your length.” He munched on another piece of toast.

If he didn’t stop, we’d never make it out of bed.

I grabbed his hand. “How would you like to visit one of my favorite places? And no, not your hole, though that is number one on my favorites list.”

“Okay.” He swirled the juice around in the glass. “Where?”

“It’s an orchard outside of town, but it could be on another planet. It’s so different from the city. Peaceful and full of the aroma of ripening fruit.”

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