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Tim tilted his head to stare at him. “Do you? Because from where I’m standing, you two are trying to make decisions foreach other, not together. This one is big. You have to talk to each other.”

We all fell silent, Leonidis and I not looking at each other.

Maximus reeled Tim into his side. “You’re a wonderful omega mate.”

Tim beamed up at him. “I could sing them into submission.”

Leonidis groaned. “No, no, no.”

Maximus raised an eyebrow. “You heard my mate. Talk or he will sing.”

They left us alone then, Maximus tugging Tim away despite his protest, the two of us still not meeting each other’s gaze.

I held out my hand. “Leo.”

To my relief, he took my hand and smiled at me. “You heard him. We need to talk, or he will karaoke us to death.”

Oi! I’m a great singer.

I pushed Tim out of our link. “Let’s go back to our place for a couple of hours.”

“Our place?” Leonidis blushed.

“My home is your home.”

I took him via my deputy and told him I was taking a couple of hour's break.

He gave the two of us a knowing look, but he said nothing. That was good because I sensed Leonidis’s frustration and readiness to bop someone on the nose if they said the wrong thing.

I drove us to my—our—home and shut the door on the world, leaving the two of us together. We kicked off our shoes, then I held out my hand. “Let me take you to bed?”

Chapter Thirteen

Leonidis

“I-I don’t know if I’m r-ready—” I shivered just at the thought, not all of it from apprehension.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Butch assured me.

I raised an eyebrow. “You want to take me to bed, but you don’t want to do anything with me?” Did I sound peeved? I felt peeved. God, this was all so confusing with how conflicted I felt. I was swinging back and forth between what my body craved and what my mind said shouldn’t happen, faster than a porch swing.

He leaned forward to whisper, the warm breath making me shiver again as it wafted across the shell of my ear. “Oh, I want to do all kinds of down and dirty things with you, believe me, my lion. My fuzzies yearn for you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I might be a screwed-up mess, but I longed for my mate to want me just as much as I desired him. My body wanted to jump his bones, my dick wanted to bury itself inside Butch, but again my head… it was still whirling around. Stupid head.

I stared down at the other head, which was ready to drill its way out of my filthy sweats. It knew what it wanted. Maybe I should turn my upstairs head off and let my dick do the talking, if that was possible?

“Hey.” Butch cupped my jaw and raised my head to look at him. “Stop thinking you have to leap on me. Let’s have a shower and take a nap. I haven’t slept in forty-eight hours.”

“That sounds perfect,” I confessed. Cuddling, yeah, I could totally get on board with that. If we were naked, even better.

He led me to the bathroom and stripped me of the clothing I’d grabbed when Randy woke me. I was conscious of the scars on my body, but he paid them no mind. I watched him undress and switch on the water in his shower cubicle. He tugged me in and we stood under the powerful, hot spray of water as the dirt and soot streamed down our bodies to swirl around our feet and down the drain.

“I needed this,” he groaned, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I ran my hands down his back in slow circles. At least I’d slept for a few hours earlier in the day.

I picked up the shampoo, squeezed some into my hand, and massaged it through his hair. Butch’s eyes fluttered closed and I could feel how much he was enjoying my hands on him. I made him rinse the shampoo out of his hair as I grabbed the body wash and smoothed soapy bubbles over his face. They trickled down his neck and arms, then over his broad chest, and my hands followed, thumbing over his nipples. They hardened under my touch. He had the fuzzy hairs of all the rhubarb, but they were thick and soft over his lower belly. He wasn’t as hairy as me, but he had enough below the belt to keep this lion interested. His fuzzies tickled my palms, sending tendrils of desire straight to my cock.

I squeezed more body wash into my palm, then sank to my knees, working on instinct as I washed his firm butt, his solid thighs and calves, and down to his feet. I avoided his cock even though I felt how much he wanted me to touch him. It was hardto avoid the way his dick hardened as I gazed at it. A thought struck me. I snorted, and he looked down at me.

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