Page 98 of The Good Boys Club

“So, last night was fun,” I said. I brushed the hair from his face, because that was what I’d have done if I were waking up next to a random woman. But this time it felt agonisingly intimate.

“It was.” He had morning breath. It was kinda gross. Mine was definitely worse.

“Are we . . . gonna be okay? Like . . . you’re still my bestie, my BFF?”

“BFF?”

I laughed. “We’re good, though, yeah? This isn’t going to fuck everything up and make it weird?”

“Mash, there is nothing you could do that would fuck up our friendship. You could bury me alive and still be my number one BFF.” He snorted. “Besides, it was your dick in my mouth last night, not the other way around.”

I bit back my groan and rubbed a hand over my suddenly very needy cock. “Quick question.” The words came out breathy.

“Yes. The answer is yes.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask.”

“You were going to ask if we could carry on fucking about and trying out new stuff.” He said it so matter-of-factly. “The answer is yes. Whatever you want. But not now. Tonight.”

I bit my lip, unable to contain my excitement, and I let my mind race with all the possibilities. There was so much for me to discover. So many firsts. Me, Mash Cassidy. I wondered if we’d get a chance to try them all before the end of the Harvest Fest celebrations.

After a moment, I spoke. “What’s the time?”

“Oh, we’re not doing anything right now. Your breath is horrible.”

“Does that really matter if my mouth is wrapped around your cock?”

Cian made a throaty grunting sound. “Touché,” he said eventually. “But still no. I’ll probably be needed at Clem’s soon. The menu tonight is burgers and chips, and I need to help prep the patties.”

“Ooh.” My mind was suddenly no longer on sex. Clem’s burgers were out of this world. So good they’d become a local Lykos celebratory in themselves. So good I once spent an entire month attempting to convince Clem to leave Sean and the kids and set up a burger joint in Remy.

I knew where we were eating tonight.

Cian looked at his wrist and then realised he’d taken off his watch last night.

“What time do you have to be there?” I asked.

“Eleven.”

I pushed up onto my elbows, located his watch on the nightstand, then leaned over him, making sure to squash my armpit right onto his face. I grabbed the watch, and the digits automatically lit up on the screen. “Nine fifteen.”

“Still got a while.” Cian relaxed. His shoulders untensed, though his nose was wrinkled. He ran a hand over his face. “Gonna need another shower now.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. A thought entered my mind. “Do you think for the rest of this Harvest Fest you could still pretend you don’t know about the alpha thing?”

Cian raised an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath in and let it all out slowly. “If you tell them you know, Nana is gonna start organising moving trucks and whatnot, and you won’t hear anything else for this whole holiday. I’d rather they nagged me in secret to confess, than nag you to accept the mate bite and move here.”

He said nothing, just chewed on his lip, his gaze flitting over my face. Eventually, he nodded. I guessed technically—technically—I didn’t need him to stay for the rest of the Harvest Fest celebrations. At some point I was going to have to make up an excuse that Cian had rejected my mate bond. I was planning on using the whole “uprooting his entire life to become the alpha’s mate” argument there. But these last six or so weeks felt like an unofficial countdown, and I didn’t want to give him up before I absolutely had to.

From the way he didn’t argue, didn’t suggest I came clean, I knew he was thinking the same.

This was our time, and I wasn’t about to let anything spoil that. Even my future.

“So, where are you going to live once you accept the call of the alpha?” he asked.

“Here,” I said. “I’ll be alpha—fuck, that sounds weird—so this’ll be my house. I could kick my nana out of the master bedroom, but I like this room. It’s big enough for my needs. The bathroom is a decent size, closet space is great, but I can always extend it or take over the girls’ old bedroom if my mate wants extra space for . . . whatever.”

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