Page 37 of Twilight Echoes
“Text messages from my mother asking how you’re feeling. Another from my second-in-command asking me if I saw the double moon.” He shifted his gaze. “He has no idea that it could be because of me and he wants to know if I know anything about it.”
“Wonderful,” she muttered.
“Oh. It gets better.” He waved his cell. “All your sisters have messaged a nice congratulations text. Not sure how they got my number, but all have mentioned that they tried to reach you last night and this morning and have asked me to tell you to call them.”
“Ugh.” She buried her face in his neck.
“Your mother and father have also reached out, but they at least had the decency to wait until about a half hour ago. They did say they texted both of us and wanted us to know breakfast would be ready no later than six.”
“At least they didn’t mention the moons.”
Darrell shifted, setting his phone on the nightstand. “Oh, they let me know they saw them. Something about how romanticthe night sky was last night and that they were glad we are living and not dwelling on the black magic spell.”
“That sounds like my mother. I can’t picture my father leaving it at that.”
“He didn’t,” Darrell said. “He reminded me that I better do things his way today because he didn’t want to deal with a daughter who had a broken heart and two grandchildren who didn’t have a father.”
“Yeah. That sounds more like my dad.” She tilted her head and ran her hand down his taut stomach. It twitched under her touch.
He grabbed her wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Relieving your morning tension.” She smiled, lowering her hand and gently brushing her fingers over his tip.
He growled, low and deep. “And what would you know about that?”
“I might not have had sex until last night, but that doesn’t mean I was totally inexperienced. I know things. Did things.”
He pressed his finger over her lips and scowled. “I’m well aware of how good you were at certain things.” He arched a brow. “But I never want to hear about your past experiences. I told you I am a jealous wolf. I’m serious about that.”
“I can be that way too, but I want to know something.”
“What’s that?”
“Before last night, when was the last time you had sex?”
He kissed her nose. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Yes, you are.” She sat up, letting the sheet pool to her waist.
He raised his arm, but she batted his hand away before it could reach her breast. “If you want these.” She cupped herself. “You’re going to answer my question.” She reached under the sheet and gripped him. Hard. “And if you want me to take of this. You’ll answer a few more.”
“You’re going to use sex as a weapon?”
She nodded.
“That’s just mean.” He chuckled, shifting to fluff the pillows. “Fine. But you can’t get mad at me.”
“I can if I want. Now talk, wolf.”
“That is so hot.”
Playfully, she slapped his shoulder.
He chuckled. “I thought I already told you. It was three years ago.”
Her lips parted. She’d been prepared to clamp down on her emotions. To hear that it had only been a few months ago. That he’d been taking care of his physical needs because that’s what men do.
But three years?
