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Arbor ends up kneeling over me, and I lean up, capturing a nipple to the sound of her sexy whimper. The bed jostles as Morris gets closer. It sucks pulling her off of me, but that’s just part of pack life.

Once she’s on her knees, he bends, and they share a tantalizing kiss.

Arbor plants her hands on his shoulders, tackling him and climbing right onto his cock.

Snorting, I shake my head.

Oh yeah, heats are definitely going to be fun.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Hayes

We all go to the testing facility the next day, even though they only need Hael and Gracie. Once that’s done, we have a late breakfast together, and Morris and Hael break off to go to the shop.

I parked a little ways down Main Street, and since Arbor and Gracie are with me for the day, we meander along the sidewalk.

Arbor spots one of the boutique clothing stores and stops to browse the mannequins in the window. She still has so little that it makes my chest tight when I think about it for too long. We’re doing our best to change that, but she doesn’t seem comfortable with grandiose gifts, so it’s a slow process.

She’s been dropping weight like crazy, and the books say breastfeeding helps burn extra calories. I’m not sure if it’s rude to mention, so I don’t, but she really didn’t have much to begin with, and what she did have was all maternity clothes.

Gracie is snoozing in her stroller, and we aren’t in any rush.

I snag Arbor’s hand and give her a tug. “Come on. Let’s see what we can find. You need some new stuff.”

She smiles but shakes her head. “I’ll be okay. I’ve got plenty.”

“Should we revisit the wholeyou going over my kneething?” I ask, keeping my tone playful.

Her lips push together, her nose scrunching. “For the record, I’m not afraid of that, as long as they’re sexy spankings, but I don’t think that’s what you meant, so I’m willing to browse.”

I chuckle, bending to kiss her temple. “Good choice.”

Gracie wakes up while Arbor is trying on clothes, so I keep the little lady preoccupied. She’s growing so damn fast. She’s a pro at cooing, grunting, and squealing.

I snap a few pictures, trying to catch her smile. Then it dawns on me. She usually only smiles when she’s gassy.

It’s still cute.

Nuzzling my cheek to hers, I shove my phone away as an older lady approaches. The stroller is already pulled to the side of the hallway, but I tuck in behind it.

The woman comes to a stop in front of me, nodding at Gracie. “How old?”

“She’s almost seven weeks old.” I laugh as Gracie attacks my cheek like it’s Arbor’s tit. “And apparently thinks she’s starving.”

“Hasn’t even been on this earth for two months, and she’s already got Daddy wrapped around her little finger.” The old woman smiles and disappears into one of the open changing rooms.

“She’s right about that,” I say, rocking Gracie in an attempt to keep her from crying before Arbor is done trying on her clothes.

The door to her stall pops open, and Arbor’s long hair falls over her shoulders as she steps out, running her hands down her sides.

My mouth goes dry as I study her curves. She’s in a dress that almost looks like a men’s collared shirt, but it has long sleeves and falls to her knees. Over the top half is a V-neck sweater vest-thing. Since I don’t know the words for all the pieces, there’s no way to do it justice. But it fits her style to perfection.

“You are stunning,” I say, licking my lips. “I don’t know how you feel about it, but that one is ayesfrom me.”

She clasps her hands in front of her chest and beams. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. That one was made for you, gorgeous.”

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