“Boone….” Self-conscious heat crept up my neck.
“It’ll make me happy,” he singsonged.
And somehow I found myself laughing again. Then moaning as I began to undulate my hips, rubbing my throbbing nub over his glistening shaft.
Boone just watched at first, but when I started to get closer, his hands came up to cover my small breasts. Squeezing.
“Oh fuck, this pussy is so sweet. So sweet.”
“Boone…” I said, voice shaky when I felt yet another climax coming for me.
I cried out, and Boone grunted low as I came and he released a load onto his Herculean torso.
Then he grinned up at me. “We figured it out.”
“We figured it out,” I agreed, collapsing into his messy chest.
Thank goodness for the ensuite bathroom. We took quick showers. Then, by some maul agreement I wasn’t privy to, Boone invited me to sleep with him tonight instead of Zion in the bed that had been mysteriously remade while we were cleaning up in the shower.
With every passing hour, it was getting easier to say yes to everything they asked.
“Bravest girl I know,” Boone said, wrapping me up in his arms as soon as we climbed under the covers.
I settled onto his chest with a little sigh.
Still, I had to ask, “Are you sure you’re not disappointed? What if you’re never able to… you know… claim me.”
He stilled. Then exhaled a breath into the top of my locks.
“We’ll figure it out,” he said with that Herculean self-assurance, squeezing me even tighter in his arms. “We’ve got plenty of time, sugar.”
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figuring it out
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Plenty of time.
The next morning, both Zion and I returned to work. Completely sore, but high on life because the discomfort didn’t come from hurt but from pleasure. I was still riding that high when Ravik came to the deck at 1 pm on the dot with a bannock burger and a formal request. “I would like for you to move into the nest at my house,” he said, standing stiffly while I ate. “So that I can better oversee the execution of your care mandate.”
I looked at him blankly as I took my last bite of burger, which was unsurprisingly delicious. Apparently, the only thing Ravik was bad at was conversation.
“If you recall, yesterday morning you agreed to—” he started, mistaking the reason for my blank look.
“I recall.” I stood up before he could go into a full recounting like he was a court reporter. “But what’s a nest?”
Apparently, the nest was what the Ayaska called whatever bedroom was reserved for a maul’s mate.
“But I’m not your mate,” I reminded him. “I’m having so much fun, and I’m grateful, but it’s only been a few weeks, and I still can’t work up the courage to see my daughters, much less commit to… all of this. I know you want me to be all in, but I’m still figuring stuff out.”
It had to be said, but I braced, wondering if this would be a deal breaker. We were only one day into this sexy-time arrangement. I wouldn’t blame him if he decided I was a flake and that he and the rest of his maul were out. I’d be disappointed, but I wouldn’t be able to blame him.
Ravik was quiet for a long time, but eventually he said, “The nest is yours. We are yours. If you’re still figuring things out, why don’t you come to my house and figure things out with us?”
Did I really used to think Ravik had a talent for saying the wrong thing to me?
Boone showed up at the sunset end of my workday to help me move my things over.
