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“They’re very different. You’ll figure it out.”
“If they give me a chance. I’m already planning to check the shampoo bottle for Nair.”
I gave her a squeeze. “They aren’t that bad.”
“I’ve seen a Farrell man scorned. Everyone knows the women are worse. I’m sleeping with one eye open, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “My mom is the sweetest woman in the county. So your logic is flawed, Fallon.”
“She wasn’t born a Farrell.”
“No, but she raised us all. We’re half her too.”
I led her down the hall until I reached my room. My heart raced at the importance of what this moment meant. I’d be letting her into my most private space. The place I spent so much of my life, especially when I was trying to get over her.
“Speaking of your siblings. You didn’t tell me you hadtripletsisters. You just said sisters. You have multiples in your family. That’s something you should disclose to the person you’re having a baby with, you know.”
“I did.”
“You did not.”
“I said I wanted twins.”
“Wanted. Not the same thing as it runs in your freaking family. Between you and Alek, I’m practically guaranteed to pop out more than one at a time.”
I bit my lower lip, desperate to get her behind closed doors so I could show her exactly what that thought did to me. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard it makes me thinking of you all full and round with my babies? Fuck, Sunshine.”
Her cheeks turned a deep pink. “No. No way, Kingston. We are not doing anything under your parents’ roof.”
“If you think I’m sleeping in the same bed with you, the one where I jacked off every night to thoughts of you naked beside me, without making that dream a reality, you are fucking deluded, baby.”
“Kingston—”
I slapped her ass, cutting off her protest and gesturing for her to go inside. “In you go.”
She giggled and went in. As soon as I closed the door, I was on her, lips tasting her, feeding on her perfect mouth.
“Kingston.”
“It’s okay. You can be as loud as you need. They won't hear us.”
“They’re shifters. Of course they’re going to hear us.”
“Who cares? You’re my mate. This is what mates do.”
“I don’t know. I just met them. They’ll think I’m a slut.”
I pulled her hard against me. “My good little slut.”
“Don’t call me a slut. Not like that.”
“Fine, I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you’re mine.”
“Good girl.” She flicked her gaze to the floor, but I caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilted her face to look at mine.
“You were a good girl for your priest. Be a good girl for me.”
“By being dirty, you mean?”
