Page 64 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

Softly, I ran my fingers over his beard and bit my lip. My breathing increased from just remembering the erotic feeling of his beard rubbing against my thighs as he licked me last night in his office.

I smirked as a naughty idea came to me. What if I returned the favor? I could wake up Gabriel to see if he wanted to have a little fun this morning. I would kiss my way down his neck, to his toned stomach, and wrap my lips around his hard dick.

Gabriel and I had fallen asleep naked, and the blanket had shifted slightly. His impressive length was on full display. I wanted to wrap my lips around him. I wanted to circle the head of his dick with my tongue, flick it, and play with his balls. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me last night.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache in my center that my little fantasy had brought me.

With an excited grin, I leaned in to kiss his cheek but stopped abruptly.

I had responsibilities. It was early, but Grayson usually woke up before the sun rose since he was used to life on the farm. As much as I wanted to spend the day in bed with Gabriel, I wanted to be there for my son today after everything he went through last night. I’d make him pancakes, and then we could take Goose on a walk. Maybe if Gabriel wasn’t too busy, I’d invite him along.

And if we found the time, maybe Gabriel and I could make my fantasy come true tonight…

With a grin, I carefully rolled out of bed and stretched. The clothes I’d worn last night were in Gabriel’s laundry hamper, so I rooted through his dresser for something to wear. I had to roll up the sleeves of a basic black T-shirt and roll up the waist of a pair of his black sweatpants, but it would work for a walk down the hall. I switched off the bedside lamp and walked to the door.

Gabriel was still fast asleep when I pushed open the door, and I was hoping he would be able to sleep in a little this morning after all the work he’d been doing.

I slipped through the door and closed it softly.

But before I could take a step, I made eye contact with my mom, who was walking down the hallway.

Damn it.

Maybe I could play it cool. My mom hadn’t been here that much this week. Maybe she didn’t know this was Gabriel’s room.

“Good morning,” I said brightly.

“Is that Gabriel’s room?” she asked, her eyes wide and her face serious. My mom studied my clothes—Gabriel’s clothes.

Well, there went my plan of playing it cool.

“I need to talk to you,” my mom said, took my hand, and pulled me down the hallway. “But not here. Not by his room.”

My stomach dropped.

“Is Grayson all right?” I asked, jogging to keep pace with her so I wouldn’t stumble.

“Yes. I have something to tell you. It’s going to be hard to hear.”

Her words were short and clipped.

We took a sharp corner, and her hand was still gripping mine.

Anxiety coursed through me, making cold sweat drip down my back.

Why was she in such a rush?

Then, realization hit me like a truck.

My lips quivered and my eyes welled up with tears.

Oh, no.

My mother was about to tell me that Dad had passed away. That had to be it.

As we walked into the room my mom was staying in, I prepared myself to be absolutely devastated.

After she closed the door, my mom faced me, and her expression gave me pause. Why were her eyes narrowed? And why was her mouth in a tight, straight line? She didn’t look like a grieving widow…she looked pissed.

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