Page 26 of My Pucking Family

I keep replaying the way her body felt beneath my fingers. The sounds she made. The way she responded to my touch. The way she screamed my name.

Over and over and over again.

I came in my pants. Twice. Like a fucking pup.

But it was worth it. To watch her experience everything for the first time. To be that for her.

Forever.

After allowing myself a few more minutes of watching her dream, I allow my mind to shut down and follow her into sleep.

The sun slipping between the curtain and the wall right against my eyeball wakes me from the deepest sleep I've had in, well…since the last time Leera stayed the night.

I move to pull her closer to me when I realize I've got my arm wrapped around a Leera-sized pillow lump and not the soft skin of my little mate.

Panic consumes me as I fly out of bed and search for her. I follow her scent into the bathroom, but she's not there either.

I barrel out of the room and down the hall, following her scent in an increasingly frenzied state, when I bring myself to a screeching halt.

Her silver hair is tied up in a messy mass on top of her head, and she's standing in the kitchen in nothing but one of my hockey tees.

The worry melts away, and my dick takes notice as I sneak up behind her without making a sound. I notice she's humming as she sways her hips back and forth while she makes something on the stove. I have to bite my knuckles to keep from growling and ruining my surprise appearance.

When I think I've got myself together, I take another step forward. Her body seems to notice my presence before her mind does. Her body visibly melts into me as I grab her hips and pull her towards me, gently kissing her from her shoulder to her ear.

She squeals in surprise; the sound also going straight to my needy member. She twirls around to face me, laying her handson my bare chest. On instinct, I grab onto the back of her thighs, lifting her against my body. I take a couple of steps towards the counter, gently settling her adorable ass on the cool marble, choosing this moment to capture her mouth with mine. She melts even further into me, clutching my waist, pulling my body closer to hers.

She’s the one who pulls away slowly and rests her forehead on my chest before panting, “I wanted to make us breakfast,” she says in the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard.

“You scared me,” I admit, and I hold onto her tighter. “When I woke without you, I feared the worst,” I finish, dropping my head to the crook of her neck.

She lightly pushes me away from her, capturing my face in both of her soft hands, and says, “Roman Razboinic, you are stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere,” she scolds while her eyes volley back and forth between mine.

I nod and pull her to me, smothering her in a hug, while I inhale her scent and the smell of something slightly burning—

“Oh, no! The pancakes!” she exclaims as she shoves me backwards, hops back down to the floor, and returns her attention to the stove.

I chuckle and head over to the coffee machine to find a couple of stranded mugs, some water, and the coffee strewn about the counter as if she wanted to make it herself but didn't know how to use the machine. If I'm being honest, I didn't either when Benny brought it home. He had to teach the twins and me how to use it.

I set about making my little miracle some coffee that I know she wants badly, and when it's ready, I bring the steaming and full mug over to her as I sip on mine.

The smile that lights up her face is totally worth her not knowing how to use the coffee machine. I'll have to remember to tell everyone not to teach her so I can make it for her. Hopefully every day…forever.

I set myself on a barstool across from the stove and just watch her work. Bopping around, completely in her element.

“Where's Matilda?” I ask when I realize she's usually always busy with something in the kitchen.

“Oh.” She blushes. “I hope you don't mind. I sent her and her sister to find something fun to do today. I wanted to make us breakfast and spend time together. Maybe try to have a normal day,” she finishes with a laugh and another sip of coffee.

“That sounds perfect. We don't have another game until Thursday, so we have time to figure things out,” I return with a smile.

We finish breakfast and spend the day together. Just Roman and Leera. She stays in my t-shirt. I stay in my joggers. We watch movies and order food. We ask each other questions and talk about our lives.

Now I understand why humans do this. This social convention of doing nothing together. I've learned so much about her today.

We didn't jump into the plans. We'll tackle the hard stuff tomorrow. Today, we were just us.

As the sky begins to darken, the guys come barreling through the front door because Leera demanded I allow them to come back home.

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