Page 14 of In Plain Sight

When our eyes met, he didn’t break his stride.

“I could have taken care of that for you,” I said, stepping into the shower.

“It’s been a long, crazy day. I didn’t want to assume,” he admitted.

I dropped to my knees and took over to finish what he’d started.

“Govno!” he swore as his legs began to shake.

I kissed my way up his body till our lips met and I swirled my tongue with his, loving the taste of him.

I pulled back to smile at him, pushing wet hair from his forehead. “I’m your mate, you’re free to always assume,” I said.

He growled, kissing me back passionately. He turned us and pressed my back up against the shower wall. “Mine,” he said, causing chills to break out across my body despite the hot water pummeling down on me.

Between the headiness of the bond and the heightened sensations of the hot water, my body was instantly on fire with desire.

He didn’t disappoint either as he cupped my breasts and nearly drove me mad with his touch. I came hard, twice, once by his hand and then by his mouth before my legs felt like Jell-O and could no longer hold me upright.

Bran turned off the water and lifted me into his arms, carrying me out of the room and into my bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed and climbed up to hover over me. I didn’t think I had anything left in me to give. Then he kissed me sweetly and nudged my knees apart. Just like that, my body came alive again.

This time being with Bran was very different. It wasn’t the hurried frenzy of our initial mating, nor the exploratory fun of the shower. This was a slow timeless dance between a man and a woman who cared about each other.

It was far too early to say we loved each other. We were still getting to know each other, but this wasn’t just sex either; it was more of a promise of so much more. We never broke eye contact, even when my building orgasm threatened to close them. I forced myself to keep the connection that took my breath away and stirred something deep inside of me.

He groaned and shook in my arms, as I watched his eyes flicker in differing shades of green and brown. There was so much more to this man hidden in those eyes. I let go and let my orgasm take me to a higher plane as my muscles contracted and my toes curled.

As I floated down from my high, Bran repositioned us in bed, pulling the covers over us and tucking me safely into his side. We didn’t say a word. There wasn’t a need for them as I drifted off to sleep, thinking back through our perfect day together.

Waking the next morning was a bit surreal. I had never let a guy stay over before, and I certainly hadn’t ever stayed over at one of their places. Sex was fun and one thing but waking up in Bran’s arms was about the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced, and awkward.

There was definitely something to the whole “morning after” thing. Fortunately, he was still asleep, and I wiggled out of bed and took a shower to begin my day.

As I was in the kitchen grabbing some breakfast, Bran woke up and stumbled out of the bedroom, looking groggy and like sex on a stick. My mouth watered and I struggled to breathe normally. Lust filled me and I couldn’t bring myself to speak or even turn to leave.

The phone rang and my hand was shaking as I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Ruby, it’s Clay. I heard the good news. Congratulations,” he said.

“Uh, for what?” I asked, my head still in a daze, drooling over the Adonis that was now stretching and showing off new muscles I’d had yet to explore.

“I heard you found your mate. That’s kind of a big deal.”

“Uh, yeah, yup, big deal,” I said, unable to suddenly form a coherent sentence.

“Well, relax and take it easy. Spend time with your mate. I’ll hold down the fort for the next few days. I have to make a run in three days, but you can take off the next two for yourself if you want. I know, you’re the boss, not me, I’m just offering.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks, Clay. I really appreciate that. And I think I’ll take you up on it,” I said.

I wasn’t sure who was more shocked, him or me. I rarely took time off from work, and never for truly personal reasons. I didn’t even care that they all knew why. I selfishly wanted more time with my mate and just then, nothing else mattered.

For the next two days we didn’t even leave the apartment as we learned everything there was to know about each other.

On the day I was to return to work, Clay called and said his run had been pushed back another day, giving me one final day with just Bran. While I was growing to love having him around, I was also beginning to go stir-crazy and was more than ready to return to work. There were little things about living with someone that just grated on my nerves. It wasn’t just me. I could see him cringe each time I drank straight from the milk carton. It had always just been me, my milk. I didn’t need to worry about what others thought because no one else was drinking it but me.

Now there was this “us” and I knew I had to change some of my habits, but it wasn’t going to be easy and I was stubborn to a fault, so it was in my nature to push back against those things. We hadn’t exactly argued about anything, but I felt like we were headed to a boiling point where we would be soon.

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