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“Fuck, that lip,” he groaned, leaning down and taking it softly in between his teeth. “We could just eat each other for breakfast.”
“I need food, too. But I will eat my dick later, thank you. And swallow down my dessert.” I frowned when he shook his head.
After he put the apron on me—muttering something about dreams coming true—I shooed him away to get dressed, then started pulling out the ingredients to make a real breakfast.
It was the first meal I’d ever been fed by hand, while sitting on a man’s lap—though I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. We had just finished eating when an alarm sounded on Donovan’s phone. He stood, his teeth bared. “Go to my bedroom, baby girl.”
“W-why? Who’s coming?”
“It doesn’t matter. The proximity alarm tripped, and you’re not dressed for company.” I looked down, realizing he was right. All I had on was the frilly apron. I squawked and ran for the bedroom as a car pulled up. The front door opened just as I raced out of sight.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Donovan shouted, but he sounded cheerful.
“What part of the contract said to bond the beautiful young client, Mr. Heart?” a voice I knew and loved called out as I yanked a giant Denver Broncos hoodie over my head and looked for some pants. I finally found a pair of long johns I could roll up at my waist and decided that would have to do.
“She’s fine. I told Paxson I’d take care of her.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the kind of care he meant.”
“Bobby!” I shouted as I ran from the bedroom. I flung myself into Bobby’s arms, giving him the biggest hug. We both ignored Donovan’s loud growl of displeasure. “How are you back so soon?”
The burly beta man was only a few inches taller than me, but he lifted his nose and pretended to be looking down. “A hurricane decided to blow through my little patch of Pacific paradise. And then I got a call from my boss, letting me know my favorite omega’s bodyguard had quit his job unexpectedly, so I needed to return and make sure she was doing well.” He grinned. “Looks like you’re doing very well, Val.”
I blushed, then went to get him some coffee and a bit of leftover frittata. “I don’t think we need a guard, Bobby. No one will come out here. And Donovan has all the tech, like we do at home.”
They both ignored me, exchanging those superior nods men liked to give each other. “You’ll need to sleep in the cottage out back,” Donovan said. “We’ll turn the thermostat up, but you might need to grab a few groceries.”
“There’s a cottage?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Where?”
He grinned. “About a hundred feet from the main house. There’s a little pathway with lights.”
“How did I not see it? I’ve been here for days!” I shut up when both men laughed, and Bobby started teasing me about what I’d been spending my time doing.
“Speaking of which,” Bobby said, heading for the door, “your sisters sent a few supplies. You texted them that you might need to stay here for a week or two, right?”
I nodded and tried to follow him back outside. Donovan scooped me off the ground, though, and set me on his hip, carrying me outside. Bobby couldn’t quite hide his smile as he watched Donovan wrap his long wool coat around me, like I might freeze in a few minutes outside.
He started unpacking the trunk. “They said you’d need something to work on when you weren’t… Anyway, they sent you the quilt to finish for Candy and Mr. Paxson, and a present—this little loom and some yarn.”
“A saori loom!” I wriggled, trying to get down and see the boxes. “I’ve been wanting one for months. You have to order them to be handmade.”
“Hold your horses, baby girl,” Donovan growled in my ear. My abdomen cramped slightly, and I felt a tiny rush of wet heat between my legs.
“Uh-oh,” I whispered, grinding my pelvis into his side.
“Behave,” Donovan said with a grunt, as he shifted. His gray sweatpants weren’t hiding any part of his erection. I swung the coat over the front of it when Bobby looked up, holding the loom.
“Bring it inside!” I urged.
“And then get out,” Donovan muttered.
Laughing, Bobby brought in two suitcases stuffed with my clothes and toiletries that my sisters had packed for me, as well as an enormous bag of yarn and all the pieces of my new Japanese loom. He left it for us to set up, then went to “walk the perimeter” or some such.
Donovan and I were already back in the nest before Bobby had cleared the front porch, getting ready for another wave of heat.
The two weeks after that were the happiest of my life. I video called every member of my family to let them know what was up, though I asked them not to announce it to the press, or even our friends. “It’s Nicky and Candy’s wedding planning time,” I explained when Donovan seemed worried about my reticence.
The days were like an oasis, quiet and filled with beauty. We cooked together, and read side by side. Every day, he went out and chopped firewood for an hour, with no shirt on.
