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Great. Cool. Very… very cool.
This was going to go great.
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
Madison
It wasawkward to wake up after a–asleepover–and realize that yoursleepover partnerhad, well, other partners. But when Gray didn’t acknowledge the fact that I had slept over with him, in his room, and had similarly done so (minus the sleeping part) with Luc the other day, I decided that… this was okay. Everyone was okay with this. They had probably already known that Gray had taken me out last night, before he’d taken me home. Here.
Right?
“This is the same coffee I had the other day, isn’t it?” I asked, making conversation, and then blushed. The other day, when I had been freshly fucked out of my heat fever. It was too late to change the topic. “It’s good. What is it?”
“It’s Kenyan,” Gray said, going to the pantry, retrieving a small brown bag. He tossed it over to me. It was nearly empty, but even the few beans remaining gave off a heavenly smell, dark and almost creamy. “Lucas gets it from the fancy grocery store down the street.”
“The fancy grocery store where you get your wine, and your cheese, and your cereal, and your organic meat, and your–” Rian interjected with a smile, entering the room and making my heart contract in my chest. He was so, so handsome. And… I had missed him. More than I had wanted to admit, even to myself.
“Yeah, yeah,” Gray said, but he was smiling too. “Keep that. I’m only sorry there isn’t more left in that bag.”
“Hey, Madison,” he said, and, to my surprise, he bent over and planted a kiss on my cheek. It burned against my skin, as it if were the most natural thing in the world that I was here, in his house, at nine in the morning, wearing a set of skimpy silk pajamas–Gray’s promised gift to me.
I savored the raspberries–fresh, local, and organic, and they must have cost a small fortune–that Gray scooped onto my plate besides two perfectly fried eggs and a thick slice of seedy toast. What would it be like to live like Gray did? Like Rian and Lucas? Obviously, they didn’t get all dressed up to go out to restaurants every night–sometimes they got Thai takeout and ate it together on the couch, I knew for a fact–but to wake up to this every morning? The three men must have cooked breakfast like this often, by the easy, confident way they moved around each other in the kitchen, getting each other coffee, passing plates and mugs and silverware. To wake up next to someone, to share kisses with them, then to make breakfast together… I sighed. Besides, getting all of your groceries from the “fancy grocery store,” as Gray called it, seemed like a luxury in and of itself.
“You okay?” Rian asked. He was sitting next to me, on the opposite side from Gray.
“Hmm?”
“You sighed,” he said, and he smiled the crooked smile I’d seen once before.
“Oh. Yeah. Just…” I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain the way I felt? I didn’t bother trying. “Just tired.”
His eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything further, as I blushed.
It was as if no time had passed at all, between the four of us–and like everything had changed. I had promised myself that my time with them would be one heat, that I wouldn’t get involved with a pack, with alphas. That I wasn’t that kind of girl, that person, that omega.
But I was.
For them… I could be.
Couldn’t I?
I let Rian kiss my cheek again as I left after breakfast, Luc nodding at me from behind him, and when Gray dropped me at my doorstep, I had nearly made my decision. When he tilted my face up to his, the deep, sweet, undercurrent of my lust still evident in his scent, on his skin, I opened my lips under his, letting him kiss me deeply.
I couldn’t promise him more than that, not yet, but…
But I wanted to.
CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR
Rian
“What the hell is this,”I asked, as Gray strode in through the door, looking like the cat that got the fucking cream. That asshole. He was no gentle kitten, he was a wolf. Vicious.
They had said this was only for one night, one heat. Strictly contractual. But when I reminded him–gently, of that fact, the smirk on his face make my own lips twist into an ugly grimace:
“Yeah, like it was contractual when you fucked her in the coffeeshop bathroom. That kind of contract?”
“Don’t, Gray, you know that was different.”
