Page 12 of Honey, I'm Home

Slightly rapey, but between you and me, I think she sort of likes it?

Nope. Does not like it.

I panic, shifting back to my bee form so I can escape out the window as she stands there shrieking, then darts to the bathroom to scrub her hands with the handmade honey soap we’ve lovingly placed in there.

Damnit. I fucked up.

“What the fuck is wrong with all of you?!” she screams as she storms out, gets in her car, and peels out.

It would absolutely be incredibly dramatic if she didn’t just pull into the driveway…yep, right next door. She flips us off, with both hands mind you, which feels a bit overkill to me, and then stalks inside, shutting all of us out.

Looks like it’s on to the next plan on the list.

Damn. I really thought this one was going to be the winner.

Or should I say, thewiener.

Gods, I’m so fucking funny.

Chapter 7

Dev

I wait until everyone’s asleep to make my move. I’ve been in love with that woman since I was 16 years old, and not being able to tell her that for so long has been hell.

When she first moved out of Trash Haven, I felt like I was terminally ill for a solid month. When she started dating Bartholomew and then eventually moved in with him, I couldn’t hold anything down for weeks.

On one hand, I want to go and punch him for hurting her, but on the other, like, I’m thankful as fuck that he left her so that I could have the chance to make her mine. This is a once-in-a-lifetime girl, the one that you move on the second you think you can, because otherwise, she’ll move on to bigger, better things. Ask me how I know.

Personally, I don’t think we’re coming on too strong, I just think that Arbor and Hawthorne are wrong in trying to be sneaky about it.

Since they decided they were done waiting for Babroni to get out of the way, we’ve been planning for a future with the only woman that could ever be our queen, the only one to complete our colony.

As everything stands, I believe that Aster is feeling A) repulsed by our behavior, B) confused about what we are to each other, and C) in desperate need of some good kissing. I really do think that last one will addle her brain to just the right frequency to get her to agree to be our everything.

Nothing sounds too crazy when you’re lost in the heat of the moment and are desperate to feelmore.

Having her right next door is a boon because I can buzz right out of our hive and wiggle my way into her room through the crack in the window she always keeps open with for fresh air.

I will say, she’s not a pretty sleeper, but whoneedsthat in a partner?

Aster has barricaded herself with pillows so that she couldn’t roll over if she tried, but it looks pretty damn comfy. Her lower lip is stuck to the pillowcase with a patch of drool, and she’s sleeping in an awfully stained t-shirt that’s nearly threadbare.

She’s got one leg tucked onto the top of a pillow while the other is stretched out, hugging another pillow to her chest, snoring just the tiniest amount.

First thing I need to do is cover up, because she did not appreciate being around the other guys earlier when they shifted and didn’t do so.

I don’t have a lot to work with in her dresser, but I do find a pair of velour booty shorts with the word ‘juicy’ bedazzled on the ass that look stretchy enough, and a spaghetti strap tank with some worn lace around the edges; everything else looks way too small or not stretchy enough.

I can totally rock this.

She doesn’t flinch at all as I change into her clothing temporarily, and I hate to wake her when she looks so damn peaceful, but I’m desperate for some one-on-one time with her; I’ve dreamt of sleeping in the same bed as her for years. I don’t know if I can wait another day.

I start by picking off some of the pillows behind her, needing to make some space for me to fit. Then I comb my fingers through her short red locks, obsessed with the texture. She stirs a little bit at this, seeking touch.

“Aster? Hey, wake up.”

She moves a little bit more but still isn't quite awake yet.