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“It’s a shame he wasn’t truthful from the start,” Easton says, like the delusional fucker he is. “That’s why I prefer to get things out in the open. No secrets will come up later and surprise me.”

I roll my eyes.

He is fucking insane.

Briar grunts, but I have no idea what it means.

Covert couch sex with an unknowing audience isn’t frantic. It’s more of a slow rocking as I work on burying all of my length inside her. The position makes her even tighter than she was on top of me in the SUV.

Bringing a hand down, I work her clit once more. At the very least, she needs to get there before I do, but it’s been a lot of fucking years since I was with anyone regularly.

Briar grinds back to meet me, and her inner walls ripple, like she’s trying to find my knot.

I get close to her ear, licking and sucking on her throat. I’d go for her mouth, but that would require her to twist her head at an awkward angle. She wiggles her ass against my pelvis, and it teases my knot, applying the friction it craves.

Speeding up my movements, I circle her clit with firmer pressure until her pussy clamps down on my shaft. Her fingers dig into my ass as I rock into her, fucking her through herorgasm. It’s quite a satisfying moment, knowing I’m able to bring her pleasure.

Calder walks into the room with a plate and drops into the chair he started in right as my balls tighten. “Okay, what did I miss? Does she know about the snotty ex?”

Briar trembles against my chest, and my cock swells impossibly hard as I paint her pussy in my hot cum. “Yes. Yes, she does.”

If I wasn’t so preoccupied, I’d laugh. She’s not very good at subterfuge, but she’s so damn pretty, it’s hard not to bury my teeth in her soft flesh.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Briar

Ispend the night wrapped up tight between Keir and Calder. Despite Easton’s ranting and raving that he and I will share the bed, he sleeps on the couch that probably reeks of sex from mine and Keir’s lazy encounter.

Serves him right.

Our bonding might have been sudden, but he’s going to learn that I’m taking his word at face value until he shows me otherwise. He went on and on about wanting me and making me his queen. It’s now his time to prove what he said was true.

My night is highly enjoyable because Keir and Calder work well together. They’re also much nicer about giving in to my demands, but neither gives in to my pleading for their bite.

I suppose that goes to show…they have better restraint than Easton, which is probably accurate.

Easton gets ready in the attached bathroom early the next morning. It wakes me fully as he pulls on a long-sleeve T-shirtwhile standing in front of the space heater. It looks like he’s dressing for his morning run.

We really need to find out when the heat will be back on, because the two small devices we have aren’t cutting it. Easton bolts before noticing I’m awake, and I start to wonder if he’s having regrets about bonding so quickly.

It’s a slow process to sneak out from between Calder and Keir, but I manage. Without their body heat to keep me warm, it’s freezing. Dressing in a long-sleeve dress and leggings, I even pull on my coat, despite having no intentions of going outside.

No wonder that pregnant chick sweet-talked her neighbors into letting her stay over there. I wouldn’t have made it here by myself either.

I spot the coffeepot on the counter. Keir and Calder really did buy everything necessary to stock this place. Making myself a cup, I smile brightly when I notice the vanilla creamer.

I take my cup to the front window to peek out at the neighborhood. This place is kinda in the middle of nowhere, but there are a bunch of houses around. They’re just on several-acre lots, so it makes everything seem spaced out.

A vehicle drives by and parks next door. I shamelessly watch the old woman get out and load her arms up with a million bags. She seems intent on carrying everything in one trip.

I snort, drop my coffee mug on the counter, and head out to help her.

As it turns out, my newly bonded alpha seems to have delusions that I was trying to escape… All because I helped a sweet old lady tote groceries and gifts onto the neighbor’s porch.

Okay, maybe I help perpetuate that narrative by crossing my arms over my chest and asking, “What are you going to do if I was?”

Easton’s scent is everywhere, and even his hair sticks to his forehead with sweat from his run. His amusement filters through the bond. “I would have tracked you through our connection. Once I had you…” He chuckles darkly. “Let’s just say, you’d never make the misguided choice to run from me again. Your ass wouldn’t recover from the spanking you’d be owed for putting other people’s lives in danger by acting so recklessly.”

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