Page 62 of For the First Time
I chuckled.“I was just telling Oaks that I’m fine.Better than fine.”
Atlas kissed my stomach.“You have two mates now.How about that, pet?”
“How about it.I’m feeling pretty happy with my life.”
“Yeah?”He tapped his fingers against me, silently signaling that he wanted to lift his head.The moment he was free, he pinched my chin with his fingers and dragged my face to his, kissing my lips with a harsh desperation that made my core clench and then twinge in pain.“Sorry, pet.It’s just so sexy to know you’re even more bonded to my pack.The idea turns me on something fierce.”
“I’ll fuck that asshole tonight,” Oaks said, earning a moan from both Atlas and me.“Eve is still too sore for anything.”
Atlas lifted a brow.“Do I need to kiss you better, pet?I bet my tongue would feel real good wherever you’re sore.I can promise to be nice while Oaks makes good on his word.”
I shook my head.I was pretty sure a single orgasm would be painful.“Maybe I could watch?”
“You’re always welcome to watch.To join.Anything you want, pet.”He leaned in, kissing me softly this time.It didn’t stop my body from reacting.Everything Atlas did was sexy.A part of that was simply because of how beautiful he was.The other part was just him.His dominance, his aura.
It took me a moment to swallow, my throat thick with a mix of arousal and emotion.“I need to start dinner.I made buttered steaks.And garlic mashed potatoes, sweet corn, biscuits, and bread crumbled green beans.Most of it just needs to be heated or baked.”
“How are you cooking the steaks?”Oaks asked.
“The grill out back.”
“I’ll do it,” Atlas volunteered.He kissed my cheek and then stood, giving himself a moment to stretch.“Tell me what needs to be done in the kitchen as well.What the temps are and when it needs to go in.”
I hated not doing it myself.This was my job, after all.“I can stand.I’m notthatsore.”
Both Atlas and Oaks shared a look.“No,” they said together.
“No?”
“Just sit, darlin.”Oaks pulled me back, so I was leaning against him again.“If I didn’t want to stay here with you, I’d be fighting Atlas on who got to do the steaks.Just let the man have his victory over the grill.”
“But I can do the kitchen.It’s really easy and quick—”
“Good,” Atlas said.“Then I’ll be able to handle it with no problems.Right?”
My lips parted, but no argument came out.That wasn’t the point I was making.
Oaks chuckled behind me, his body shaking mine despite not making a sound.
For the next half hour or so, I continued to sit with Oaks on the couch, talking Atlas through which foods needed to be put in the oven, having him bring me the green beans and bread at different times to check on it.
“Pretty sure that was Everett ...can I start the steaks now?”Atlas asked.
I was glad that he was yelling from the kitchen because then he couldn’t see the way Oaks and I silently laughed.The steaks would cook in just a few minutes, so they were the very last thing to go on.Of course, Atlas hated waiting, and he’d been trying to convince me that he should start the steaks for a while so they had time to cool properly or so he could cook them right or whatever excuse he came up with.
“I didn’t hear anything,” Oaks said.
“I heard his car door close.”I glimpsed Atlas leaving the kitchen and make his way to the front door, opening it.“Yep.Everett’s home.I’m starting the steaks now.”
He left the door open as he half-jogged back into the kitchen to get the steaks.I wasn’t sure what it was about a grill that made men so excited to cook.
“Do you ever grill?”I asked Oaks, tilting my head so I could see him.
“Nah.Everett and Atlas usually fight over it.”
“Ah, that’s why he wanted to start before Everett got home.”
Oaks made a noise of agreement.
