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“We’ll take the whole set,” he told Madge. His voice was husky. As carefree as he pretended to be he was affected too. He kept glancing between me and the ramp.

I swallowed hard, sending a prayer up to the universe. “Do we have to order them all or do you have some in stock? That we could take home?”

Madge smiled. “Most are in stock, yes.”

Excellent.

Chapter10

Evan

The trip back to Stella’s house was sweet torture. I’d given up trying not to picture her naked and writhing around me hours ago. I stole little touches, wanting my skin on her skin.

She seemed to need it. Not only sexual pleasure but being cherished. I wanted to punch her old pack in the face for making her feel like she couldn’t ask for what she needed. As if there could be something wrong in wanting to be treated with care and consideration.

I’d enjoyed shopping, watching her face light up as she found a table or hanging plant that would go perfectly in her house. Her pre-heat energy was higher today, manifesting not just in her perfuming, but the almost frantic need to rearrange everything around her.

It took several trips to bring the spoils of our conquest into the cottage. I started with the groceries, so Stella could put the three gallons of ice cream in the freezer, and then we brought in all the new treasures. I dropped the positioning pillows and lube onto her bed then went back out to living room, thinking about what a lucky fucking devil Jerrick would be tonight.

I didn’t mind waiting. Stella didn’t need to feel like being with me was an obligation just because she was seeing Jerrick. If I thought for a moment that she was feeling pressured, I would simply leave.

“Can you finish with the groceries?” Stella asked, her voice breathy. As she brushed her hand over my arm, I thought to myself that I would happily cut off my leg for this woman.

The scent of sweet peaches and sharp orange filled the house, scented her hair, and drove me nuts. It had been easier to resist her when I’d told myself it would be like when Ava was in our lives.

‘Look, but don’t touch’. I hadn’t been alpha enough for Ava, I hadn’t been tall enough, and I hadn’t been in some super masculine handy man job or making millions of dollars a year.

Jerrick and Simon never, ever treated me as lesser, but Ava had.

I finished putting the groceries away. Stella’s kitchen was done in blue and green mosaic tiles, and the effect was soothing. I could see Simon and Jerrick here, helping cook a meal as Stella set the table while telling us about the recent matches she’d made.

“Evan!” Stella shouted from somewhere in the house. “Can you come here please?”

I set the box of macaroni down and followed the sound of her voice. She was in her bedroom.

My cock pulsed, and I told myself to behave. My preferred basketball shorts wouldn’t hide an erection and she didn’t need to feel pressured. She would let me know when it was time.

Think unsexy thoughts. Wet socks. Brussels sprouts. Athlete’s foot. The smell of my fifth-grade gym class after running laps outside.

I stepped into the bedroom and stopped still.

Stella was stretched out on two of her new positional pillows. She’d chosen a large wedge ramp to lay back on so her upper body was still in a semi-reclined position, with a smaller ramp under her hips.

The result was a slope where her ass was sitting down, but her legs and upper body were lifted up.

She wore black lingerie, her breasts pushed up and cupped in lace, and her panties a thin piece of material that covered hardly anything.

The room was full of the scent of her perfume, and she looked at me with need and desire.

I walked toward her before I thought about it consciously. “You look like a present.”

“Come unwrap me then,” she said, shifting against the smaller ramp. The sharp orange and peach scent of her increased until I could taste it on my tongue.

I pulled my shirt off, and she licked her lips. I stood at the edge of the bed, not sure what I wanted the most: to bury my face between her legs or climb on top and thrust inside her.

“Evan,” she whimpered. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not,” I breathed. “I’m enjoying the sight of you spread out before me.”

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