“It’s called a Tantra Chair. We got it from Luxe Nest, I thought it would be good for your leg,” she admits shyly.
I sit on the chair, leaning back into the arched surface with a leg on each side.
“You got this for me?”
She hands me a manual that looks like it’s meant for some extremely in-depth electronic device, but it shows all the different positions and facets of the chair.
“Maybe not completely for you, but it’s supposed to be great to help distribute weight. The salesman said it would be great with your wound.”
“Come here.”
She immediately straddles my lap, her legs easily resting on the side of mine, where she could shift her body weight while our pelvis’ touch. Although my suit and her sleep shorts are currently in the way.
I kiss her neck, and she shivers. Her scent is thicker than usual, but she doesn’t have a fever. It’s only a matter of time before she goes into heat.
“So sweet thinking about me.”
Her hands tangle in my hair, and she kisses my nose.
“I am sweet, aren’t I?”
She wiggles in my lap and then pulls back.
“I need you to bring your pillows down here, and I still need bath bombs,” she repeats as she crawls off my lap.
I blink at her in confusion. I definitely thought I was going to get more than a kiss on the nose.
“There’s no time for this,” she says, waving a hand in my direction. “The nest needs to be perfect. Steal some stuff from the other guys’ rooms too. It doesn’t smell right.”
Clearly, she’s not as affected as I am while she works on folding towels and blankets and putting them away in a very particular order. She’s like a fairy as she floats over to the kitchenette and realizes all the cups and plates are made of glass and ceramic.
“No, this won’t do.”
She completely forgets I’m in the room as she packs them up and places them in a wagon that is clearly full of shit that does not meet her perfect nest criteria.
She finally notes my presence again and gives me a sharp glare.
“Didn’t I give you a job to do?”
I grin, loving this side of her. I nod my head and heft myself off of the chair. I wince, and her eyes narrow on me.
“And if I see you walking around without your cane, I’ll beat you with it.”
I smile and kiss the side of her head.
“Of course,mo stór.”
I go to grab the wagon handle, and she smacks my hand away.
“Tell one of the others to come and get it. I have jobs for them, too.”
I drop the handle, and as badly as I want to throw her on the bed and ravish her for caring about me, I know her making her nest perfect is more important than anything right now.
Not wanting to deal with her scolding, I grab my cane from the living room and start doing her bidding.
I head to Finn’s room first.
He’s fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist as he looks up at me.
