Page 139 of Mates: Posy

He laughed so hard, he almost shook me off the couch.

"No, baby," he said between chuckles. "It's not pee. Does it embarrass you?"

"I'm not embarrassed." I frowned and tried to get him to look at me, but he wouldn't come out from his hiding spot in my neck. "If it's not pee, what is it?"

He finally raised his head, and his gray eyes were full of amusement.

"Pup-making juice."

"Ah." I nodded, remembering Wyatt's explanation. "Okay. So long as it wasn't pee."

He laughed again and shook his head with a silly grin.

Oh, good. He's not upset or angry! In fact, this is the happiest and most relaxed I've ever seen him.

"Uh, Posy, can I make one request?"

"Yes?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion of what he might ask for.

"Please don't say Mr. Penis again.Please. I see Wyatt's stupid face when you do and that is not an image I want in my mind when you're giving me a hand— When you're touching me like that, okay?"

"Okay, Mason," I giggled.

"Oh, and little flower?"

"Hmm?"

"One day real soon, I want to return the favor."

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Wyatt

"Hey, cutie!" I called as I walked in the kitchen.

The others trailed behind me, all of us on the hunt for snacks after our visit to the clinic. I went straight to our girl and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.

"Hi, Wyatt. You're back sooner than I expected. Not that I'm complaining!" She gave me a big sunshine smile over her shoulder.

"We brought Lilah back," I explained, stuffing my face in her neck and inhaling her cookie goodness. "The king wants her to rest for a bit, so he's putting her to bed in the upstairs guest room. Then we're heading over to the cells as soon as the betas get here to guard you two."

"Where's Mase?" Cole asked. "He hasn't been answering the mind link for the past hour."

"He's cleaning up and changing his shorts." Posy giggled. "He got juice all over them."

"Not my apple juice, I hope," Luke teased.

From the way fire burned up her cheeks, I had a hunch that she wasn't talking about any kind of fruit juice.

"No," she giggled again. "Notthatkind of juice. Pup-m—"

I got my hand over her mouth in time, and she looked up at me with wide eyes.

Our naughty girl,Granite giggled.

She doesn't know any better,I told him.

Does it matter?

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