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Feelings clogged my throat, nearly choking me. Words wouldn’t move past my lips. Turning my head into the hand that was still softly caressing my jaw, I kissed his palm.
His hand carded through the hair at my nape, his strong fingers kneading the tight muscles there. “I’m sorry Jamie scared you. It’s really nothing.”
“You were shot!” he cried quietly, keeping his voice down, probably more for Jules’ sake than anything.
Pulling the arm of the scrub top up they had given me to replace my ruined shirt, I showed him the bandage that didn’t even go all the way around my bicep. “It really is barely a scratch.I’m fine, Wyatt, I promise.”
He sagged against me in relief, and I awkwardly caught him one handedly. It might be a scratch, and I might not want to worry him, but it was throbbing in time with my heartbeat and I’d be happy when they got back with my release papers and some pain killers. Stroking his back, I shifted him and Jules both up a little on the bed.
His hot tears soaked the material of the shirt, and I whispered soothing random words that made little sense. Finally, Wyatt sat up, snuffling his nose, his eyes red rimmed. “I was so scared. I love you and I was so scared. Scared we were going to lose you.”
“I know,” I thumbed at his tears, wiping them away. Leaning forward, I kissed his lips, salty from the tears he had shed. “I love you too, Wyatt. This wasn’t how I planned to tell you, but it will do. You’re mine.” Kissing Jules’ cheek, I told him, “And she’s mine. I love you both, more than I ever thought possible.”
He sighed softly against me, agreeing. “Yours.”
“Let’s go home, please. I want to start the new year at home, in our bed.”
“Yes, please.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Wyatt
My lips curved into a smile as I read the text on my phone. I had just waved goodbye to my staff and loaded Juliana into her car seat to head home for the day. Grayson was coming over for dinner and I needed to make a quick stop at the store. I was trying my hand at making his baked spaghetti dish and I had forgotten the recipe called for tomato sauce, along with spaghetti sauce. The recipe wasn’t complicated, and Grayson always did the majority of the cooking, but I was slowly learning how to make a few of our favorite recipes so he wasn’t always the one having to cook. It would make plenty of leftovers for the week as long as itturned out edible.
Grayson:Do you know what today is?
Me:Tuesday?
Grayson:Smart ass. It’s exactly one year since the day that we first met in Dallas.
Me(secretly pleased he had remembered):Does that make it a special day? We aren’t going to start counting this as our anniversary, are we? Because I’m not sure how I feel about having the day we hooked up be something we count yearly. Sounds like some shit I remember from high school.
Grayson:Well, since you refuse to marry me and you refuse to let me claim you, I have to take what I can get. Yes, this is our anniversary, and we shall celebrate accordingly. Drop Jules off at Jamie’s. They’re expecting you.
Marriage was an argument we’d had a few weeks ago. After the incident where Grayson had been shot, and we’d said our I love you’s, Grayson had brought up the subject of marriage. I felt like marriage was an antiquated custom that held no real value, other than a convenient way to strip an omegas rights from them if an alpha chose to. There were still several outdated laws active on the books that skewed everything in an alphas favor. Not that I thought Grayson would deliberately hurt me, but I had witnessed a few colleagues going through divorces that had turned ugly quickly. Grayson had a different opinion, feeling it would solidify our bond more.
His argument for mate claiming was much the same as his argument for marriage. But a mate claiming was even harder to break than a marriage was to dissolve. Divorce was relativelyeasy by comparison. Breaking a mate claim was a long, painful process and didn’t always work. A mate claim was a huge commitment to make to another person, and as much as I loved Grayson and the life we were building together, I just wasn’t ready to take any bigger steps yet. It all just seemed unnecessary to me. We were as committed as a couple could be. I thought of him as my mate. Saying some words, signing a piece of paper, and biting each other wouldn’t change how I felt about him.
Buckling my seatbelt my mind raced, wondering just what the man was up to and had planned. Because there was fuckery afoot.
Me:Marriage is gross. What are you planning? How long will they have the baby? Do I need to pack an overnight bag? You can’t just order me about and not tell me more details.
Grayson:I can do exactly that, and you know you love it when I do. Here are your instructions, since I knew you were going to have follow-up questions. Drop Jules off. Go to my place and change into what you’ll find on the bed. Then go to Sinful Playgrounds. At the front desk, tell them who you are. They’ll be expecting you.
At the mention of the kink club Jamie owned, my body tingled with anticipation. I had never been there, though I had checked it out online. Grayson had told me he’d been inside plenty of times but had never done more than have a drink at the bar. Or pestered Jamie in the privacy of his office. But he had never played there with any subs.
My mind spun with all the possibilities of what he might have planned for tonight, my dick hardening in my slacks. Palmingit, I pushed it down. My hole clenched as it grew wet with slick. Already I was turned on just knowing that Grayson was taking me there, hopefully to do a scene. It had been so long since we had played, since I had been submissive to him and been able to completely let myself get lost in the feeling of subspace.
Childbirth, newborns, holidays and unexpected visits from parents hadn’t given us much time to do more than live our daily lives. Oh, there had been sex–great sex–but it wasn’t the same as being able to get lost in a scene.
Grayson:How do you feel about crossing off a few things on that list of yours tonight?
Inhaling sharply at the text, desire spiked through me so fast, my hands shook as I turned the key in the ignition. Julianna was happily babbling away, while my dick was so hard inside my pants it was doing a good job of trying to split the seams.
Fuck, yes.
My sex to do list was long, and even as I checked items off, I seemed to think of more to add. Grayson was more than happy to oblige helping me make my way through the always growing list.
