Page 77 of Switch Heater

“Fine. Honey pot?”

“Uh uh.”

“Schmoopie?”

“Fucking hell. Where are you pulling these from?”

“Sexy pants?”

He groans. “Please, stop. They just keep getting worse.”

“Lambchop, duckie, jellybean-” He cuts me off, pressing his lips against mine.

I smile before licking his bottom lip and closing my eyes.

Finally.

I push everything into that kiss, all the longing and the annoyance at being kept waiting. Kian moans, and I take it for myself. The last piece of the puzzle clicks into place, and I feel like everything is right in the world now. The kiss is all tongues and teeth and pent-up frustration at how long we waited to do this. It’s perfect.

When we pull apart, I keep my face as straight as possible and ask, “Pookie?”

He groans again. “This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it?”

I give him a blinding smile. “You bet, snookums.”

He shakes his head and gets up, going to walk out of the room. He tries to hide it, but I see the smile he can’t keep away.

“Where ya goin’, cuddle muffin?” I call out to him.

“To send one of the others up so you can give them ridiculous pet names!” He calls back, laughter in his voice.

“Nah, that’s our thing, my little croissant.”

“Oh, Gods,” he moans as I fall back on my bed and cackle.

Twenty-One

Syn

“I can’t believe you guys are skipping out on me at the last minute and making me go alone,” I grumble at River, throwing clothes haphazardly into my bag.

It’s been a few weeks since he and Ripley bonded, and she moved in, and we’re now closing in on October. Things have been good. Great even. Everyone seems more satisfied than they’ve ever been with her finally here, me included. Knowing that it’s permanent, that she’s not going anywhere, well, that settles something deep inside of me that I didn’t know was still hanging around.

Despite proof that Ripley is as into me as I am her, there has still been a nagging little voice in the back of my head being a jerk off, telling me she’ll want me gone, that she couldn’t actually want me. It’s completely stupid and completely wrong. I mean, the woman had her face in my pussy as she ate me like she was trying to consume me. I certainly have no complaints.

River has a sheepish look on his face, and I narrow my eyes at him. “It’s not my fault. I have a commission to finish.”

“It is when you could have finished it last week,” I tell him with a sharp look.

“No, I couldn’t. Ripley needed me to help her get adjusted around the house still. I was busy,” he says back defensively.

I roll my eyes. “Riv, my love, Ripley did not need you showing her around every inch of this place. She’d already been here long enough to find her way around. Not to mention the times she’s been over to hang out before all of this. You just wanted to be lazy and procrastinate with her in the nest, spending all your time fucking her.” My brow raises as I poke him in the stomach.

His cheeks turn pink. “Not my fault she makes me so horny. I can’t help myself when she walks by smelling all delicious and looking good enough to eat.”

His eyes glaze over, and a dopey grin grows on his lips. I’d be lying if I said that I’m not completely and totally jealous that they’re bonded and that she told him she loves him. It’s probably too soon for a bond with the rest of us, namely me, but I’m not upset that they took that step with each other.

River had asked how we’d feel about her moving in, and none of us had a problem with that. She was practically here all the time before River held her hostage for nearly a week, so we knew it wouldn’t be long until he started asking. And with us all being in varying stages of relationships with her, well, it wasn’t really something we felt the need to say no to. We all wanted her here, with us, instinctually.

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