Page 47 of Tempting Frey
“The color of that shirt reminded me of your lingerie set.”
“Oh.”
“Except you looked different. Mature and confident.”
“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you talk to me?”
“I stared at you from across the room and thought you were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Then your dad threw an arm around your shoulders, and I couldn’t stay in the same room with you.”
Oliver was quiet, waiting for me to tell him the rest.
“I came home, and… I imagined you knocked on my door again and told me you still wanted me.”
“Did you make yourself come thinking of me?” Oliver whispered the question, sounding hopeful.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“Good.”
“I felt like a creep,” I admitted.
“I made myself come thinking of you a thousand times, Teddy. I didn’t feel like a creep at all. In fact, I might have been lying in my bed, touching myself while you were doing the same half a mile away.”
I looked at the treetops outside, lined with gold in the sunset, and exhaled. “That makes me feel slightly better.”
Oliver let out a soft chuckle. “And you know my dad will be happy about us.”
I wasn’t so sure about that.
“He might freak out to begin with, sure,” Oliver continued, sounding suspiciously as if he were trying to convince himself too. “But in the end, he should be grateful it’s you and not some stranger.”
I kissed the top of his head. I certainly hoped Chickie wouldn’t shoot my balls off before he got used to me being irrevocably in love with his youngest son.
Turning around in my lap, Oliver placed his hands on my shoulders and straddled my hips.
“But we’re not talking or even thinking about him.”
My palms went to his waist on autopilot. “No?”
He shook his head. “We have more pressing matters on our hands.”
“We do?”
He smiled, then brushed a kiss on my nose. “I’m still in heat, remember? Can we forget about my fathers for a few more hours?” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I might only have one or two heat waves, then that’s it. I want to savor it.”
I ran my hands up his back, and Oliver stroked my chest and shoulders. His knowing smile was the most gorgeous thing in the world. The change was subtle, but I could see it and appreciate it. Overnight, he looked just a tad older, his eyes rich with wisdom, like he had learned secrets hidden from us mortals.
Pregnant. Holy hell.
“You’re easily distracted,” he said. “I like that.”
I let out a chuckle. “My mate is in heat. I have my priorities straight.”
“Good man,” he whispered. “Because you shouldn’t be thinking about anything else but me.”
He kissed me gently on the lips and pressed his body against mine. The kiss grew dirty, and I got hard, which seemed toplease my mate. Oliver pulled out my cock from my sweats and caressed the length.
“It’s huge, Teddy. I imagined a lot, but this is massive even for a shifter.”
