“What am I supposed to say?”
“That sounds hot.”
I snarled at Ethan.
The last thing I wanted was that charming fucker feeling anything that resembled attraction toward my mate. He was the kind of guy she would actuallywantto be with.
Connor stole the phone, spinning out of my reach with it so he could answer for me.
He’d already sent the message by the time I got it back.
Me
Just finished up with work
We all waited, tense, when the bubble that showed she was typing popped up on the screen.
Emmy
Oh wow, you work late
A harsh breath escaped me. “She doesn’t like that.”
“Tell her you usually don’t,” Ethan said.
I didn’t, so that wasn’t a lie.
Another message came through while I was furiously typing my response.
My fingers went still.
My cock throbbed a couple more times.
Emmy
Did you find my thong by chance? The dark pink one? I need it to go with what I’m wearing to a thing the university is putting on tomorrow night
“She hasfivepink thongs,” I said without thinking. And immediately regretted sharing it.
Those fuckers didn’t need to know about my mate’s underwear. Hopefully she wouldn’t be offended that I’d told them.
On second thought, it seemed fairly difficult to offend Emmy.
Ethan whistled. “She wants you to come over. She probably just doesn’t want to seem desperate, since you kicked her out as soon as the climax was over.”
“I didnot. I offered her breakfast. When she turned me down, I offered coffee,” I growled back.
Both of the other guys looked surprised.
“You did?” Ethan asked.
“Yes. I’m not the worst mate on the planet. I was going to feed her.”
“We didn’t think you were.” Connor smacked me on the arm. “Did you find the thong?”
“Of course he found the thong. He’s got a nose.” Ethan took the phone and replied. I didn’t bother stopping him this time.
Me
