I’d forgotten all about the Claire Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio version ofRomeo and Juliet.The movie still played on the TV screen in the living room.
Chael reached down and pinched one of my nipples, and I flew apart. He rode me through the wave of my orgasm before coming himself.
Everything around me spun while I floated on a cloud of bliss. By the time I came back to reality, Chael had me wrapped in his arms, back on the bed, panting wildly.
I snuggled into his chest and smiled at the sound of his erratic heartbeat. When I pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, one of his pectoral muscles jumped. A satisfied sigh fell from my lips.
“This was better than the movie.”
He chuckled, the sound echoing in his chest.
He laid a hand against my head and began stroking my braids, playing with them. “I can’t believe how many hours it took you to do these.”
I snorted. “You won’t believe how long it’ll take you to help me when I take them down,” I retorted. “Thanks for going out and getting the hair so I could do them.” I’d missed changing up my hairstyles, so Chael had someone from the commune go out and get the kind of hair I requested so that I could do the braids.
It’d been two weeks since we all discovered that Montgomery was Noah and Ronan’s long-lost brother. Sera had flipped out and refused to talk to anyone about it. I’d only seen her once since that day.
Montgomery was healed from his ordeal and alert but confused as hell. He had a severe case of amnesia, unable to remember much of his life before he woke up in the clinic. He’d gone back to Colorado with Ronan and Noah, but all three vowed to return for Sera.
“You’re very welcome. Anything you need, we can get it for you.”
I smiled and sat up between Chael’s outstretched legs to press a kiss to his lips. He stole another one as he wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me to him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled.
I giggled and pulled back. “You’re behaving like your wolf when you do that.” Chael’s wolf always stuck his nose in my neck and sniffed me. Each night, we would go out for walks around the commune to meet with other pack members, have dinner at their homes, or just talk. A few times, he would shift in front of me when I asked. His wolf always scented me like that.
“He wants to smell you too,” Chael murmured against my neck.
I moaned when he ran his tongue along a spot on my neck that was particularly sensitive. I reached down to fist Chael’s growing erection, but his hand caught mine.
“We can’t.” Chael lifted my hands to his lips, kissing them. “I have a gift for you.”
I pulled back. “What’d you get me?” I couldn’t think of anything I wanted.
“You’ll have to put on clothes for this, baby.”
I tried to ignore the way my heartbeat galloped whenever he called me baby. “I thought we were staying in today?” I wrinkled my forehead in confusion.
“We are.” He tapped my chin with his finger. “You’ll still need clothes.”
I frowned when he stepped into a pair of dark jeans. I hated to see that sexy body of his covered up. He moved back to the bed and leaned down, kissing my forehead. Then he ran his hand down the length of my right leg, grazing the scars that resided there. I no longer felt self-conscious about my scars because whenever Chael looked at me, it was as if I could see the stars in his eyes.
He looked at me the way I’d wanted to be looked at my whole life by a man. Overwhelmed by my thoughts, I shifted my gaze away from him.
“Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen.”
Once he left, I got myself together enough to quickly shower and get dressed in a pair of jeans and a V-neck tee. As I moved up the hall, the smell of cooking food permeated the air and my stomach growled.
It was only midday, but we had spent most of the morning in bed. And when we attempted to watch a movie, we ended up back in bed. Food had been an afterthought.
“You have just enough time to eat before your call,” Chael said as he slid a plate of grilled chicken, roasted peppers and onions, and fresh corn tortillas onto the table.
“And the guacamole,” he added, setting the mortar and pestle in front of my plate. “Ms. Elsie’s recipes,” he said, taking his own seat.
I quickly assembled and took my first bite of my chicken fajita. “So good,” I groaned. Ms. Elsie made the best corn tortillas. The food there was so fresh since it was picked straight out of the greenhouses, and the meat was bought directly from a local farm.
While we ate, I tried to pry information out of Chael on what my gift was, but he wouldn’t budge.
Only when I finished did he remove my plate and then guide me into the living room. “We’ll need the TV screen. I had Christophe connect it to our internet for this call.”
