Page 48 of My Orc Package Deal

“The old male,” Milo said immediately, nodding.

“He’s not that old,” I said, surprised. “His daughter is less than two years old.” I’d met him at one of the library events.

“He has gray hair,” Jay said with the confidence of someone who thought twenty-five was old. “That means he’s ancient. And Dad says he’s the memory keeper—that’s why he has so many tattoos, to hold the orc history. He’d know about Mates.”

I was absolutely not calling a near-stranger to ask him personal questions about my husband’s past.

“That’s a great idea,” I lied weakly. “Maybe sometime.”

And bent back over my chicken salad.

All afternoon, the boys talked about what they’d do with Brakkor and Jocelyn for the weekend—a planned beach trip, a shopping excursion to the mainland for a type of ice cream I know Joss had been missing, and movie marathons—and I found myself getting excited too.

Not for the ice cream, although that sounded good…but about being alone with Korrad.

When we’d planned this weekend, Joss had suggested it as some time for us to be alone. Of course, she’d been mugging and nudging my side, so I know what she’d meant…and I was grateful we’d been in the middle of making potato salad for a cookout, so she wouldn’t see my embarrassment.

Because then, Korrad and I had no reason to be alone.

Now?

Now we very much did.

And I couldn’t wait to explore more alone time with my husband.

I was determined to get his cock in my mouth at least once before the end of this weekend—determined to bring him pleasure…

“What was that, Mom?” Milo stuck his head around the door from our—his room. “You just moaned.”

“No, I didn’t.” I scowled while I fanned my cheeks to cool them. “Go finish packing your duffle. Don’t forget your toothbrush and Mr. Cuddles.”

“I would never forget Mr. Cuddles,” my son told me seriously before ducking back into the room I’d shared with him up until yesterday.

He hadn’t asked me why I hadn’t slept in the room last night, and had merely grinned when I’d come out of Korrad’s room this morning. I guess he was happy to have a space to himself?

And I was more than happy to share with Korrad.

Last night had been incredible.

Shortly after four in the afternoon, we heard his truck pull up outside. “You two almost ready?” I called, closing my laptop on the manuscript I hadn’t been able to concentrate on and plopping my reading glasses down on the arm of the sofa. “Dad’s going to take you over, right?”

Since the two of them were yelling something in Jay’s bedroom, I didn’t think they heard me. Good, that left me some privacy to greet Korrad…

When I did, in the front hallway, his grin was as pleased as mine, and when I pulled him down for a kiss, his turned positively wicked. The way the ridges of his tongue swiped over mine told me all I needed to know.

Oh yeah, this is going to be a fun weekend.

“The boys ready?” he murmured as he straightened.

“Almost.”

“Good, let me wash up, and I can load them up.” He winked. “I’ll bring home some takeout tonight. Gotta take care of my wife.”

Gosh, my insides went all gooey when he said stuff like that.

But then there was that quiet little voice that asked what is he getting out of this? just when I thought I was finally done keeping score…

I heard Korrad in the kitchen running the water when there was a knock on the front door, followed by the ringing of the doorbell. Whoever it was, was impatient.