“Not at all,” she said.
“Are you sure? We’ve been having dinner with someone new nearly every evening since you got here.”
“I like it,” she said. “I like the community, I like Wellington, and I love your home and being here with you. I’m happy, honey. I promise.”
She kissed him again, the sweetness soon turning to a heated urgency that made her want to take Briggs upstairs to that perfect bed of his. As if he’d read her mind, Briggs picked her up, making her squeal with surprise before she hooked her legs around his waist. He palmed her ass, squeezing it lightly as he headed toward the stairs.
“We’re having dinner with the Markinsons, remember?” she said.
“I remember,” he said. “But not for an hour. That gives me more than enough time to eat your pussy.”
“Opting for dessert first tonight, I see,” she said.
He laughed and squeezed her ass again. “I love you, my mate.”
“I love you, Briggs.”
“Did you like the Markinsons?” Briggs asked as he lifted Cece out of the truck. He shut the door and took her hand, leading her through the garage toward the side door.
“I did,” Cece said. “It did get a little awkward when Mrs. Markinson asked me where I found such bright green contacts. I don’t even know how she knew my eyes are normally brown.”
He shrugged. “I told you, everyone knows everything in Wellington.”
“Not everything,” she said with a saucy grin as she followed him into the house. “Otherwise, she’d have known my eyes were green because we fucked so much today.”
He laughed as Cece gave him a cat-like grin of satisfaction before waving her hand in the air. Glittery green light flowed from her fingertips, and she hummed happily to herself.
“You’re doing really well at controlling the magic, my mate,” Briggs said.
“I am, aren’t I?” Cece gave him a gleeful grin. “I even blocked out the sound of the trees calling to me yesterday morning when we went for our walk. The river was harder to block, but -”
“The river calls to you?” he asked.
She nodded. “I actually think it’s more the plant life in the river, though, you know?”
“Weird,” he said.
“I’m not weird. You’re weird.” She burst into giggles, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He hadn’t seen his mate this happy and relaxed before, and he would do anything to keep her this way.
“You know, you shouldn’t have looked so happy when Brooke cancelled for tonight,” Cece said as they stopped at the front closet. “Especially since she cancelled because a client is having a technology crisis.”
“Yes, yes, such a shame. Get upstairs and get naked.” Briggs kissed her, loving both the taste of her mouth and the hit of magic it gave him.
She shrugged out of her jacket, handing it to him before staring cheekily at him. “Mrs. Markinson made a tasty meatloaf, and I’m pretty full from dinner. I’m not sure I’m up for a sex workout.”
He growled to her before nipping at her lip. “Screaming my name and grinding your sweet cunt into my face while I eat you out, isn’t really a workout.”
He could smell her immediate lust, and he gave her a wicked grin. “I’ll be up in five. Be waiting for me on the bed, naked with your pretty thighs spread wide, my mate.”
Her voice breathless, her knuckles already glowing green, she said, “If you insist, honey.”
He gave her ass a squeeze, and she wiggled it at him before nearly running up the stairs.
With another grin, he took off his jacket and hung it and Cece’s in the closet before walking to the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and headed back to the stairs. His bear growled out a warning as a familiar scent tickled his nose, and he stopped abruptly at the foot of the stairs, staring in surprise at the woman closing the front door with a quiet click.
“Lucille?”
“Hi, Briggs.”
