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Chapter Twelve

Kye

Ipushed away the thoughts of being Brodie’s mate—I could silently freak out about that later if need be, although I wasn’t sure if I even would—and concentrated on the one thing I loved and was excellent at: worshiping a man who deserved it.

The subtle or not-so-subtle flirting had been exciting and fun when I wasn’t sure if he was mine to touch. Now that I knew that he was, I could look and touch and taste to my fill.

I started with running my hands down his sides and over his thick thighs, pulling his boxer shorts off as I went. The man was a masterpiece, that was for sure.

“I love it that you’re not bulky in the way some guys are,” I murmured as I leaned to kiss the tattoo on his left thigh. I nipped at the skin as I pushed his thighs apart and settled between them. “I like that you’re proportionate.”

Brodie’s chuckle made his body vibrate. “Proportionate, huh?”

I snickered. “I didn’t mean your cock, although, I got to say it’s also proportionate.” I pushed my face into the space between his thigh and groin and inhaled. I was pretty sure he’d given himselfa quick cleaning here, too, but his foresty scent and natural musk made my head spin in a good way.

“Holy shit, boy,” he grunted when I turned my head and mouthed his balls.

“How are you with edging?” I peered up at him, knowing that he’d see the mischief in my eyes.

He chuckled a bit darkly, then closed his eyes for a couple of seconds when I let my hair brush against his cock.

“Well, boy, that depends on who’s being edged,” he finally replied, challenging me with a gaze.

“What if it was you?” I leaned up and licked his frenulum teasingly. “I still want that nap, but before that?”

He seemed delighted at me or the situation or what I was about to do when he replied, “Do whatever you want, but remember there’ll be payback.”

I smirked. “I can live with that.”

The sound he made when I swallowed him down made my own cock dribble precum. I wasn’t sure how I’d survive being this gorgeous man’s lover from now on, but I’d die happy trying.

We woke up a few hours later to a knock on the bedroom door.

“Guys? I’m done with dinner prep so I’d really like a nap before I actually cook it.”

I pushed up from where I was sprawled face down next to Brodie. “You can come in,” I called out to Carys.

“If the sheets need changing, I’m not going to want to sleep in that bed before you change them,” she said in response, still through the door.

My mind briefly went to how I’d made Brodie dizzy with my cock-sucking skills after edging him for a while, and how he had, as soon as he recovered, done the same to me sans the edging and grinned.

“It’s fine,” I assured her.

Brodie chuckled next to me. He was likely thinking about how and why+- exactly there was no cum on the sheets.

We’d pulled on underwear before we conked out, so when Carys opened the door and peered in, we were decent.

“Oh, dear lord.” She rolled her eyes. “Well, at least you both are happy.” She rounded the bed and gestured for me to move before getting into her spot. “You guys’ hair looks like you’ve been doing what I assume you did before you took a nap. Just so you know.”

Brodie grinned and sat up on the edge of the bed, then stretched his arms up high, making me tilt my head in admiration of his back tattoos and muscles and his… everything.

“By the way,” he said, turning back to grin at Carys. “I think you’re really stuck with me now. Your brother is my mate.”

Her eyes widened, and for a couple of seconds I didn’t know how she’d react, but then she let out a joyful sound and hugged me hard.

“This is awesome!”

I laughed and hugged her back, then winced when she scrambled over me to latch onto Brodie to hug him, too.

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