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“Here, have another.” I fed him another bite, then took one myself.
Brennan and I stood there, in the kitchen, both of us naked, eating the eggs from the pan. As soon as the pan was empty, he took it from me and placed it in the sink. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked. This part always amused me, when the alpha took over.
“I want you,” he growled, as we went up the stairs.
So, no shower. Oh, well. Maybe later.
Brennan dragged me straight back into the nest. “Found him.”
“Jett.” Evan pounced on me, kissing me deeply.
“I’m here, Baby, I’m right here,” I soothed. “What do you need?”
His whine cut me deep and I kissed him back, trying to ease him, as the haze of heat, pheromones, and desire dragged me back under. Brennan grabbed my hair and kissed me as Evan reached for my cock.
Hopefully Grace would arrive soon, because I was pretty sure what he needed was her.
Chapter Nine
Grace
“Mmmm, now that was a wakeup call.” I laid on Spencer’s chest, lazily running my fingers through his dark hair, his knot deep inside me.
Sun peeked through the curtains of his room, and my stomach told me it was time for breakfast.
“That was very nice indeed. As lovely as spending the night with you in my arms. Why don’t you doze a little more, then I’llmake breakfast. Perhaps a frittata or some crepes?” he purred, pulling the comforter over us so we were nice and cozy.
Last night we watched a movie with his cock buried inside me. After, he took me to bed, made good on that promise to kiss every inch of me, then I’d fallen asleep curled in his arms… and he’d woken me up most deliciously.
Nothing like being tongued awake, then languidly knotted.
“Crepes? You’re an amazing cook. Why don’t you cook more?” My mouth watered at the thought of homemade crepes.
He smiled, a lock of hair falling into his eyes. “The guys generally don’t appreciate all the time and effort that goes into my cooking. Also, most of the time Jett and Brennan beat me home. I do make crepes for Riley on the weekends sometimes. She appreciates my cooking.”
Spencer stroked my hair while I dozed on his chest until his knot softened enough to release us. Giving me a kiss, he rolled me off him, fluffing a pillow under my head and making sure I was covered in blankets.
“Don’t feel like you must get up right away. Would you like me to bring you some tea?” he offered.
“I’d love some coffee. I haven’t had coffee in days.” This bed was like a giant pillow, everything was so perfect, so soft. I made a happy noise.
He eyed me as he grabbed some briefs–not the boring white kind, but burgundy ones. “All right then. Oh, your phone is charging in your room. You hid it in your bra?”
“They didn’t take my phone. Wow. Not sure. My brain feels mushy.” Phone. Something about my phone. Did I make a video or recording to remind myself?
“Your backpack is downstairs,” he added. “You didn’t have it last time. Perhaps it’s from before?”
My backpack? It awoke no memories. “It just might be.”
Spencer left and I laid there a moment before getting up. I hobbled to my room, feeling very sore. If I was going to see Wes and Evan anytime soon, I needed those green bath fizzies.
Using the door from my room that went straight into Evan’s bathroom, I started Evan’s giant tub, glad it filled fast, and threw in two soothing green fizzies, along with a glug of bubble bath.
I went back into my room. It was a long, airy room. The daybed was festooned with lights. The window seat had been put back together neatly, the net curtains tied back. My phone was charging by my bed. Riley had messaged me.
Riley
