“Madi wanted poke, I got lasagnanot made with love, and Alric wanted a turkey club the same way Madi likes her heat. Double meat.”
He high-fives her.
Once lunch is delivered and eaten, I put on a romantic comedy for us to watch. By the end of the movie, Madi has fallen asleep sitting up, both cats purring in her arms.
Alric stares at her. “Should we move the cats so she can lie down? I don’t want her to wake up with a strained neck.”
I quickly sit up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, first cat dad lesson. Younevermove a cat that’s on you. That’s the rule.”
He narrows his eyes at the cats. “What if I have to use the bathroom?”
“You hold it!” Hunter and I say at the same time.
Hunter cackles. “Also, if she didn’t strain her neck from thecountless, enthusiastic blowjobs she gave us over the past week, I’m sure she’ll be fine with a vertical nap. Spine of steel on that one.”
Dreamsicle wakes up from the noise and comes to lie on my chest. “See, they never stay in one place too long on people, we move around too much.” He affectionately butts his little orange head against me before curling on my chest. I pull out my phone and project it onto the TV. “Let’s look at some houses. Not sure if we can find one better than the Willow house though.”
“Houses?” Madi says sleepily, her eyes slowly opening. “I want to see.” Bellini jumps off the couch and Dreamsicle follows his new roommate.
I kiss her shoulder. “Go back to sleep, my love.”
“No. Pack house time.” She stretches. “I need a nest. A real one, one that’s not in a closet.”
“It needs a gym,” Hunter decrees.
“And a library,” I add.
“Plus a sex room,” Madi says in a matter-of-fact tone, sitting up fully.
“Is the nest not a sex room?” Hunter asks, confused.
“Sort of but that’s more for heats, cuddling, and an escape from the world. This would be a room dedicated to pack pleasure.” Madi describes what she wants. “We need a sex swing and one of those fuck benches, like those fancy spanking ones. That could be a lot of fun. All the furniture designed for fucking. Oh, and a whole wall of toys. Handcuffs. Paddles. Nipple clamps, the ones with jewels on them.”
Alric leans over with heated eyes. “I’ve been wanting to spank the brat out of you for a very long time.”
She crooks her finger at him and he moves close enough to kiss her. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mr. Monroe.”
“That will besirto you very soon, omega,” Alric nearly growls.
“Legally speaking, it’s about to be Mr. Hayes,” I remind her. “We’re all taking your last name.”
She perfumes, her lust igniting in the bond.
I groan imagining her cuffed, lying on one of those couches, her perfect ass in the air as I sink my dick into her. “Where has this side of you been, Madi?”
She shrugs, but she has a mischievous smile on her face. “I’ve always kept sex with clients very basic. Anything more complex would require intimacy and trust I’ve never had with any of them. But now? I’m ready to explore some things.” She winks at me.
Hunter takes off his pants. “Let’s start exploring now!”
She giggles. “You’re too insatiable. I’m going to need at least another few hours to recover.”
Hunter brings his fitness watch closer to his face, grinning. “Set a timer for six hours.”
Much to all of our entertainment, she throws a pillow at his face.
We can actually all become Mr. Hayes today. I have the pack paperwork, we can sign it now and submit it before the office closes. We are all bonded—that goes far and beyond any legal standing—but we all still want it to be official.
I get up and grab the file, my favorite fountain pen and a long white jewelry box from my office. Alric sits up when he sees the yellow folder, house hunting forgotten.
