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“Don’t cry, Evs, we’ll get ice cream in the morning,” Grace mumbled, her face buried in my side. “Promise.”
“Mmmm, that sounds great, Peaches.” I breathed in lungfuls of her peachiness, which was smelling right again.
“Her mom used to take all her blankets, stuffies, and pillows from her as a punishment for being messy, among other things. When she’d come to me, I’d pile all my blankets on her and let her hold my hippo as I snuggled her. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix this.” He nuzzled the bite mark on my neck with his nose, making me shiver.
“You better. I’m feeling pretty triggered. This is reminding me too much of what I went through with Caroline.” I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Especially Grace.
“I didn’t even considerthatparallel. You know, I didn’t realize the full extent of Bren's problem until the thing with the piano. Fuck. I’m such a bad mate to the both of you.” He nipped my neck.
My cock bucked. Now that I was feeling warm and safe and loved, my body wanted reassurance besides snuggles, purrs, and praise.
“I forgive you, but youhaveto handle this. I can only do so much.” As soon as the words left my lips, I felt a million times lighter. “Also, call the integration team and set up the therapy.”
“I did, well, for me and Grace. That’s what you mean, right? We start this week. The therapist said that she might want you to come in sometimes too–if you’re willing. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.” He ran little kisses down the length of my jaw.
“No, that’s great. You know I’ll participate in anything to make this easier for Grace.” I stroked her hair. “I was so scared when I found her, and while I should have brought her to you, all I could think of wasmekeeping her safe.”
“You were perfect.” His hand ran up and down my back, but this was sexy, not soothing. “She’s doing better?”
I closed my eyes for a moment to listen for her breathing, then pressed my lips to her no-longer-clammy forehead. “She seems to be sleeping normally now.”
“How can I take care of you? My perfect, amazing, omega, what do you need from your alpha?” he murmured, hand resting on my ass.
“I need your cock,” I begged. I needed him to rail me hard, fast, and frequently. Good thing I didn’t need to be at work until after lunch.
“Done.” Grabbing me, he rolled us over and over until we were on the other side of the bed, and he was on top of me, face inches from mine as he pumped the room full of pheromones, making me pant with desire, body on fire.
“What about Grace?” I realized I was naked. I’d only been wearing a shirt before, which I gave to Grace. That meant that I’d carried Grace here stark naked. Oh well.
He climbed off me and tucked the blankets around her, positioning her in the bed's corner. “There. If she wakes, it’s not like she’s never seen us fucking.”
“Good. I need you now.” Grabbing my alpha, I tugged on his shirt. “But first, I’m going to need you to take this off.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Grace
“I’mfine. Stop,” I groaned. They’d been clingy since the moment I woke up. Right now, Evan and I werebothon Wes’ lap as he tried to feed us breakfast. It was cute for about five minutes, but now I was just annoyed.
“You need to get checked out. Last night, you had a seizure. Evan found you sleepingunderthe bed,” Wes insisted as he drank his coffee.
“That’s quite embarrassing since I don't think I’ve done that in years. But that doesn’t mean I need the doctor.” A therapist, but not the doctor. “We left a message about the seizure, and I have another appointment this week. I. Am. Fine. Stop with the overprotective bullshit.” I gave him a little push.
“Wes is an alpha, that’s the factory default setting.” Jett came up from the basement, looking like he’d been working out. “Has anyone heard from Bren? He left in the middle of the night and won’t respond to my texts. Also, he’s hiding his location.”
“Bren deleted Grace, I added her back in,” Evan mumbled.
Wes handed me another piece of bacon. “Eat.”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes at him wanting to feed me. The baconwascooked perfectly.
“I have plenty to say to him when he comes back,” Wes growled.
“Stop, please.” The bacon crumbled in my fist. “I don’t want to cause problems between you guys. I’m not here to break up the band.”
Jett poured himself a cup of coffee. “Is this about the whole piano thing? You can play the piano. It’s Katie that he’s pissed at, not you.”
“He’s been pissed at Katie since they were in the womb.” Wes rolled his eyes.
