My eyebrow arches in amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes.” This must not be one of the mornings that she feels ill. I’m glad of that, because it hurts me to see her in misery.
“Oh!” Now she sees him. He prances his way up her body and nuzzles his furry little face against her cheek for attention, raspy meows mixed with his purrs. I knew the little bugger would take to her right away. “You’re so soft and so handsome!”
“Ready to get up? I’ll show you around and then make something to eat.” Placing Baggy to the side, I pull my woman up and into my arms for a soft kiss before she can turn away. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Connor!” she screeches, tucking her head into my neck even as her arms and legs wrap around me. “Ever hear of a thing called morning breath?”
“Oh, baby, you taste of the finest wine and rose petals.” She rolls her eyes as I hoist her higher. “Tour time.”
A wince covers her face. “Umm...I hate to interrupt the tour so early, but I need...”
“To pick up where we were so rudely interrupted early this morning? You only had to say so.” Wiggling my eyebrows suggestively, I grind my thickening cock against her core.
“You—ah...” she whimpers in distress and clenches me tighter. “Bathroom. I need the bathroom.”
Oh. Right. Walking a few feet to the right, I flip the switch with my elbow. “My queen’s throne awaits.”
“You goofball.” A light smack taps against my shoulder. “Put me down.”
“Magic word?”
“Please.”
Wrong one. “Nope. Guess again.”
Gray eyes playfully drill into mine. “How about this? Connor Shay, put me down before I pee on you.”
My blood quickens before I can make sense of it. Why does that sound so fucking hot? It’s never been my thing—ever—but just hearing those words from her mouth sets my cock to twitching its interest. “All right, all right, I’ll go start lunch. When you’re done, take a left from the bedroom and follow the hall all the way down to the den. The kitchen’s off to the side.” Easing her down, I steal another kiss.
I’m almost to the door when it hits her. “Lunch? It’s lunchtime?”
“Sure is,” I toss over my shoulder. “Now, hurry up, woman. I’m hungry.”
“Oh,myGod,Connor...I love your house!” Plopping down on the couch, she rests her head back and watches the fan circulate among the exposed rafters. “And your couch is so much more comfortable than mine.”
I’d like to say I’m fairly humble—at least for a Shay—but I can’t stop my chest from puffing in pride at her praise as I join her on the couch, trapping her in the corner. We finished eating about fifteen minutes ago, and after she changed her clothes while I cleaned the kitchen, I showed her around her new home. It’s not as big as Amos’s five-bedroom house, but it’s just right for my new little family.
At least for now. One of my two spare bedrooms is currently a messy office, but I can always add on another when the babies are old enough for their own.
Or when I breed her again. “Thank you. My family helped me build it.”
“Your family?” She perks up before a sad smile turns her lips down. “Mr. Wright said he knew your family. Or knewofthem, anyway. Do you have any siblings?”
Suddenly uneasy, I wonder just what Albert told her about us. Or if he mentioned something about my great-grandpa Jed and tradition. Couldn’t have been too much, though, because she doesn’t seem wary of me.
Tipping my mental hat to his honor for his subtle endorsement of my family—and, by extension, me—I reply, “Just one older pain in the ass brother. Amos. His wife Mercy is the sweetest thing ever, so that balances things out with him. Not that he’s an ass to everybody,” I clarify. “Just to me, but it’s because he loves me. They’ve got two kids they adopted a few years ago, and they’re about to get three more. A sibling set.”
Her eyes soften with a gleam of tears as she subconsciously touches her lightly-swollen belly. “That’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
“Dry those tears, little mama.” Sliding one big hand over our babies and the other around the back of her neck, I wait for her to look at me so I can make sure she fully understands the meaning of my next words. “You’re right—itisbeautiful. Family is beautiful, no matter what way you look at it.”
“Oh, Connor.” Her small hand wraps over mine, lips tipping in a small smile.
My little mama will soon understand that the three of them are mine now. Letting my fingers lightly comb through the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck, I inch my other hand further down, tracing circles on her inner thigh through her thin jeans. “So, you like my couch?” I angle my pinky to rub the seam, putting the lightest pressure on her clit to tease her before drawing away. Such a tiny little whimper she gives me in return.
All signs of tears vanishing, she grabs my ears and yanks me closer until our mouths touch. Wildcat.“I love your couch. But Connor Shay,” she growls cutely against my lips, “if you don’t finish what you started this time, I swear I’m going to tackle you and sit on your face.”
Blood fills my cock so quickly that I almost get a head rush. Grazing that smart mouth with my teeth, I lean over her, pressing her into the cushions, even as she still grips my ears.
