Page 50 of Claimed By the Cowboys
The soft padding of feet in the hallway alerted us to Piper’s arrival. Wearing nothing but a large T-shirt belonging to Clay, she shyly entered the room and made a beeline for the fridge.
“Morning,” she greeted softly.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I said, putting my cereal down and walking over to her. Tugging her into a hug, I kissed the top of her head and relished in her scent for a moment. Her scent that was closely intermingled with Clay’s after their night together.
Our bite marks on her were perfection.
The obvious declaration to the world that she was taken.
Even though the stench of Clay stuck to her, her own unique scent was there, but somewhat changed. I didn't know if it was because we had bonded or because she was my mate, but the scent was that much stronger now. There was a new depth to it that almost mimicked our scents.
“Montana made coffee. Want me to get you one? We got more of that gross creamer stuff packed with sugar you adore.”
A smile spread across Piper’s face as she nodded sleepily.
I resisted the urge to tell her that Clay was the one who had bought her the creamer, despite his previous misgivings about the product.
Whatever Piper wanted, Piper got.
“What are your plans for the day?” I asked as she padded toward the table intending to take a seat.
Montana had other ideas, though. Grasping her hips, he pulled her onto his lap. She didn’t resist, snuggling into his chest and inhaling his scent. There was no awkwardness, just cozy comfort.
“That depends on what you guys are up to, I suppose,” she said. “Usually you’re out working at this time.”
“Well, we decided we could have a later start today, seeing as someone tuckered us out last night,” Montana laughed, resting his chin on top of her head.
The blush that covered her face at his words was adorable. How could someone who had been so sexy and open the night before be shy and bashful in the morning?
Piper didn’t realize how stunning she was—but we had the rest of our lives to show her just how much we appreciated her.
The comment she’d made the night before about us losing interest in her absolutely baffled me. I was going to be obsessed with Piper until the day I died. I was sure of it.
“Well, before everything happened last night, my plan was to go with Maisie to do the eggs and then maybe take her to town to get some new supplies for preschool here at home. We never really talked about your plan for her education.”
“The local school is decent, but it's not wonderful. We had actually looked into private schooling, but it was so expensive.”
“I can help there. If you guys are okay with me staying home with Maisie, I can help supplement her schooling.”
“Why wouldn't we be okay with you staying home with Maisie?” Montana asked in confusion.
Piper cocked her head to the side and kissed his cheek. “I didn't want to assume. We didn't exactly discuss it before last night. I know you guys are pretty traditional, and wouldn't mind having an omega who stayed at home and looked after any children, but this isn't exactly a typical situation, is it?”
I was about to stride over there and make my point, but my twin was clearly thinking the same as I and got there before me.
Taking her chin in his fingers, he tilted her head up, so they were looking one another in the eye. “We want you to do whatever the hell makes you happy. If that’s staying home all day with our little lady and teaching her and watching her grow while keeping this house, then that's amazing. If you want to go and work in town, you’re also more than welcome to. We are your pack. We're not here to boss you around or tell you what to do.”
“We are here to support you in whatever you want,” I added. “That's what being a pack means. That, and sometimes givingeach other a smack on the back of the head when we're being idiots, but that’s mainly for Zeke,” I laughed.
Montana leaned down, capturing Piper’s lips in his. It was a painfully sweet embrace, but still, my cock was hardening.
Simply being around Piper was arousing.
Loud booted footsteps rang through the house as Clay entered the kitchen. “Well, you can also get a slap on the back of the head pretty regularly, Kota. Hey, city girl,” he greeted, making a beeline for Piper.
The nickname had become downright loving.
“Everything all right?” she asked softly. “You were out early.”
