Only… Something is missing.
I frown, hands on my hips as I stand in the middle of thenest and slowly turn in a circle, inspecting each pillow and blanket and cushion and crevice.
They’re all in place. Nothing even needs a slight twitch.
I huff, and then it hits me.
It doesn’t smell right.
I jerk toward the door and fling it open, then stumble out into the hall and straight into a wall of muscle.
“Whoa, Petal. You okay? I was coming to get you for a late dinner.”
“I’m almost done, not yet. I just need a couple more things.” My words are rushed, and he bends down to search my face.
“Okay, slow down. What do you need?”
I tug at his shirt, my hands fisting in the fabric. It’s perfect, worn and soft, and smelling like him.
“You need our scents?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I want this shirt.”
He chuckles, then reaches one hand behind his head to tug it off.
“Whoa,” Riley’s voice sounds from behind me. “Got here just in time for the show, huh?”
I turn on them next, reaching for their cozy looking lounge pants. Brooks starts laughing when he sees what I’m going for.
My fingers tuck into the waistband, and Riley’s eyes flare.
“I mean, I won’t say no, but should we talk about this first?”
“She needs our scents in her nest,” Brooks says. “She just wants your pants.”
“Oh,” Riley says, amused. “I mean, I’m happy to let you have them, but don’t look if you don’t want an eyeful.”
I absolutely do want an eyeful, so I don’t turn away.
“Okay, then,” Riley says, then strips off his pants.
I stare at the hard outline of his cock through his tight,short boxers. Brooks groans in approval behind me, and Riley’s cock twitches.
“You both gotta look somewhere else,” Riley says, putting one hand over his dick, and the other over his own eyes, for some reason.
“Now this was not what I expected to see when—” Vee says, but she cuts off when I launch myself at her.
This is perfect. All of my scent matches right here with exactly what I need.
I paw at her flowing top and cotton shorts, but instead of giving me what I need, she snatches my wrists in one hand and whirls me around, caging me against her body.
“Care to tell me what’s going on up here, sweet thing?”
I growl, and Riley’s eyes widen.
“Vee, I think you should let her go,” he whispers.
Vee’s head tilts against mine, and I yank my arms against her strong hold. She lets go after only a moment, and I spin around.
