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Until we bond, and I can feel her with me all the time, letting her out of sight is more dangerous than loaning out my heart.
“Just let me hold her a sec.” I trail Bish between the seats.
Who knows where he rented this bird.
Only one side of the aisle has bucket seats. Plush, sofa-beddy benches line the other side, pre-stacked with pillows.
Gonna need Solly pressed all up against me on one of those.
“Not until it’s your turn.” Bishop sinks onto the cushioned bench, and a shot of peachy satisfaction knocks me sideways.
He’s rubbed all over her.
Which is fucking ace, except for the part where there’s no maple in the mix.
I drop in front of them while she rests her head on his fancy jacket.
Does Solly like that high thread count shit?
I grip the throat of my hoodie.
Have to start dressing nicer.
I could blow my load just from casting the fucking shadow of my dick on her soft, sweet body.
For the chance to hold her?
I’d crawl on plastic blocks.
Teeth rip my middle until I pry her hand from Bish and curl it into my palm. Have to feel her pulse.
Need to mate her, bond her, wife her, fucking every way she’ll let me have her.
Sol can tie me up.
Long as she keeps me close and promises to stop vanishing.
I’m trying my best not to wake her, but I’m so desperate for her touch, I squeeze her fingers.
Solly peeks through her lashes.
Her bright eyes are dilated, and the black middles eat up the fake green, almost giving me back her natural brown.
“Dutch Baby,” she murmurs.
I have fucked up nightmares about the monster who gave me that nickname.
But from my mate’s lips?
My cheek clench nips the tip off my tailbone.
Call me anything, long as you stay. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re a problemmmmm,” she slurs, beaming a mushy smile that pauses my need to panic.
“I’m not a problem. I’m your alpha.”
Her eyelids droop.
