He hadn’t even swallowed the last bite when he got up, took my hand, and dragged me back down the hallway to my bedroom.
It was way past noon when we finally made it out of bed.
“Okay, I need something to eat. You wore me out.” He climbed up on the kitchen island, plunked down, his legs swing off the counter, and grinned at me.
I shut the fridge door and walked over, pushing in between his legs.
“Let me feed you, Frat Boy.” I kissed him. “It’s the least I can do after you’ve been so good for me.”
In round three he’d got up on his knees and shuffled around until he faced the wardrobe doors. Gods, having him watch me take him from behind in the mirror…
The breath hitched in my throat, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
I was ravenous for him.
Ravenous and falling hard.
Nate heaved a deep sigh when I went back to the fridge and pulled out cheese, fruit, veggies, and meat cuts.
“Do you have a large plate? I make a mean grazing platter,” he said.
Nate was right. The platter he made for us looked like something a fancy hotel had once served us for breakfast.
I joined him on the counter, one hand on his knee, and fed him grapes and bits of cheese between more kisses.
It terrified me how normal it felt, and how ridiculous.
You’re in love with him and you’ve known him for what, 14 hours?
Then my phone rang and it all went to shit.
“Frederik?” I greeted my colleague, but couldn’t hear him over the shouting in the background. “Fred? Are you there?” I called.
“Vee? Hang on.” The voices settled down and then I heard him loud and clear. Hey, sorry for interrupting your day off, but we’ve got a situation.”
“What’s going on? The poachers again?” I looked up and met Nate’s eyes. When I held out my arm he leaned in right away, nuzzling my pecs with his nose and snuggling up to my side.
“No, we have a missing person,” Frederik informed me.
My insides turned to ice.
“If you don’t hurry the fuck up, we’re gonna leave without you,” a terrifying voice bellowed.
“That’s not happening,” my colleague explained with the patience of a saint. He was like that. “If you get lost, we’ll have two people to look for.”
“I don’t give a damn! I’m a Forest Troll!” The voice rose another couple of decibels. “I’ll find my teammate, even if this isn’tmyforest! Or, you know, just fucking do your job and I won’t have to.”
A Troll? Thank fuck it was Frederik’s shift. He was an Elvertritsch like me but with unshakeable calm. I didn’t want to think how Johann, our human colleague, would have reacted if a furious Troll stomped down our office door and started screaming at him.
“As you can hear I have a very agitated and concernedcitizenhere, so we need to deal with this quickly.”
“Oh, my God!” Nate leaned back and stared at the phone in my hand. “That was Bo, one of our D-men,” he muttered.
“Fred?” I called, trying to get my colleague back on the phone.
“So, Vee, as I was saying. We’ve got a missing person, but we can’t track him because his phone is off. Nate Decker—“
“He’s a hockey player for the Pumas, American, tall, and has dark hair,” I finished his sentence for him.
