Mm…
So much better.
Just him.
And me.
Nothing in between.
He rocked into me through the aftermath and then held me, because that was his way.
And I loved his way.
Finally, he pulled me off his dick and kept his hands on me until he knew I was steady on my feet (that was his way as well, and obviously, I loved it too).
And we finished our shower.
I tripped on a ragdoll cat when I was stepping out.
But fortunately, Battle was there to catch me.
“They live,” Tempie drawled as we walked hand in hand to the breakfast room.
I felt my face get hot.
One could say I never in my life expected to be on the greatest sex-a-thon of all time with the hottest guy in existence, only to end it wandering into a room filled with his sisters.
But there we were.
And as for Prue, for some reason, she was there wearing her octopus beanie.
“Not another word,” Battle warned, guiding me to a seat.
Tempie just smiled her cat’s smile.
“You two missed the delights of the chippie last night,” Prue told us.
“I don’t think they missed anything,” Tempie was still drawling.
“Stay,” Battle said into my ear after he seated me. “I’ll get your plate.”
Watching him go to the sideboard, and doing this with confusion because he’d told me himself it would be empty, I heard Chassie chime in, “I thought I saw you guys leave last night.”
“We had dinner at a pub,” I told her.
“The Nag’s Head?” Prue asked.
I nodded as I poured coffee.
“They do great steaks,” Prue said.
“I learned that last night.”
“Good Lord, Battle. Is that a love bite?” Tempie asked, her gaze narrowed on my neck.
I stopped pouring cream into my coffee to lift a hand to cover my love bite.
He scowled over his shoulder at his sister. “What did I say?”
