Page 70 of My Orc Billionaire
Abydos shifted behind me and kept his voice low when he spoke, so as not to disturb the show. “It’s good to see them all here. Celebrating among our brothers.”
“You…” My voice caught. “You did that for them, Abydos. They’re going to have good lives here, thanks to you.”
He snorted softly, his hold tightening. “Thanks toyou,dkaar. You were the one who showed me what true happiness was.”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, even if Icouldspeak past the giant lump in my throat. Abydos had never told me he loved me, never indicated he wantedmorewith me…but maybe that was a foolish expectation. Maybe I should speak with Sami? Maybe orcs just didn’t talk about love and marriage and health insurance benefits and joint tax returns or whatever.
Maybe, in his eyes, wewerebuilding a life together already, and that’s all that mattered?
I sighed and rested more of my weight on him.
“See those two?” He flicked his finger toward a pair of orcs who, from this distance, seemed indistinguishable in their flannel shirts and scowls. “Brakor and Korrad. They’ve already taken jobs with the construction company working on this land. Brakor was my heavy machinery expert, and Korrad was my safety inspector.”
“Neither of them looks thrilled to be here,” I pointed out, and he snorted softly.
“Brakor always looks like that, and Korrad is probably just irritated that his brother’s not more enthusiastic. This is probably the firstKap’paralthey’ve attended since they came through the veil. Bramblewood was a mix of orcs and other species, so we did a shit job of keeping traditions alive. That’s why it’s so important that we’ve found a place out here.”
I smiled, glad he included himself in that statement. “And that’s Garrak over there, right?” The big foreman was overseeing the proceedings with a small smile on his face and crossed arms. “He doesn’t look like he’s paying any attention to whatever Sylvik’s saying.”
“He’s probably listening, but he’s spent years watching over these guys, and I guess the habit’s hard to break. Garrak is definitely seen as their leader, andafter that fuck-up where he saved us all, their protector as well.”
“I’m glad he’s moving out here, then.”
“He’s already signed a lease for one of the nicer condos in the new building. He told me he’s waiting to collect on a few more debts—he has built quite a nest egg with his poker skills—before hiring movers. But yeah, by Christmas he should be settled, and I think once he is, even more guys will move out.”
I didn’t point, but I did flick my fingers. “The three with the beers listening to Giza? Are they also thinking of moving?”
“Harkaan is the one with the long hair, and he’s using this move as an excuse to open the microbrewery he’s always wanted. Dravik has all the tattoos; he was my head mechanic, and is already talking to Cairo about expanding his autobody shop to include small engine repair.”
“And the one who just took Dravik’s beer so he could grab Harkaan in a headlock?” I asked wryly, amused by the scuffle and the bored expression of the clean-cut third orc.
“That’s Varron, who used to be the mine’s medic. He isn’t a doctor, but an EMT. I’m not sure what his plans are here on Eastshore, but I’m really glad he’s looking for a place.”
I could hear the satisfaction in Abydos’s voice as he surveyed the gathering from our place in the shadows. Giza’s voice rose and fell in the background, but my focus was on my Mate.
Twisting in his arms, I placed my hands on his cheeks to pull him down toward me. “I’m really glad too,” I murmured. “I hope they find their peace.”
He hummed, then rubbed his good tusk across my cheek. “Maybe we could introduce them to some single human females.”
I burst into chuckles. Two months ago, this male wouldn’t be caught deadtalkingto a human, and now he was ready to play matchmaker? “My sister Brookeisplanning on spending a few weeks out here in between jobs.”
Abydos seemed to only be half paying attention, judging from the way his hands were moving over my back and the bulge I could feel in his jeans. “And is she single?”
With Brooke, who could tell? I hummed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’ll ask.”
“Do that.” His lips brushed over mine. “Tomorrow.”
I hummed and stretched up on my toes. “Forget Brooke! Let’s go home, Mate, and celebrate our own way.”
When he scooped me up in his arms, I didn’t even squeak, and we snuck away from the celebration without anyone noticing.
The drive home was short, but I made the most of it. By the time we pulled into the garage, Abydos’s cock was out, and I was bent half over the front seat, licking the precum from the tip. My panties were soaked—just thesoundshe made when I sucked his cock could do that to me.
When we reached the house, he reached over and grabbed me, pulling me across the seat and into his lap, which allowed him to carry me from the car as I giggled at his enthusiasm. His jeans didn’t fall off until we got to the bedroom, and by then I was busy scrambling to undress as well. Abydos stopped me before I could take off my shirt.
“Allow me,” he murmured, already completely naked.
My heart was thundering in anticipation as he lowered his mouth to my breast and caught the nipple between his teeththroughthe fabric of my shirt. I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair to hold him there as he reached between my legs and slid his fingers down my panties.
