“Now what? Regretting how much you ended up paying for that Theodosia doll?” I teased, gazing up into his blue eyes. Never did I expect to see Brennan Morris get into an online bidding war for a doll.
He shook his head. “Her doll needs a working piano. Um…”
I propped myself up on my elbow, leaning in so we were nose to nose. “What?”
“When she took that nap on my cock she, um… she called me agood boy,and I liked it.” Brennan frowned.
Oh? He hadn’t mentioned that when he told me about it.
“You are a good boy.” I leaned in and gave him a kiss.
“Buthergood boy?” His brows furrowed. More conflict poured through the bond.
Oh, Bren.It was quite amusing watching him fall for her.
I kissed his wrinkled brows. “Is it any different from her–or Evan–telling you that you’re a good alpha? I’d love for her to call me agood boyas I fuck her against the wall with my hand around her throat like in one of her novels.”
Grinning, I remembered having her on the chaise lounge in the cabana.
“I still don’t know if she remembered doing it, or not. She never said anything. But, if you put it that way.” He rolled over, taking me down to the bed with him, his nose touching mine, blue eyes alight with mischief and desire.
“Yeah?” I waggled my eyebrows, getting his need and want, both in his scent and through our bond.
“Always.” Brennan’s mouth crushed mine.
Brennan’s phone rang. It was Terrance’s ring.
“Leave it.” My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as if I could unite our souls even more than they were already.
From the moment I pulled him out of the wrecked car, I knew that he was my alpha. Even when he annoyed or infuriated me, he was still my other half; what kept my heart beating. I put all that into my kiss.
“I’ll call him later.” Brennan straddled me, lips still locked.
Feeling playful, I rocked my body, flipping us over. “Pinned you.”
“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He laughed.
That’s how it always was. I laughed as he flipped us over again, getting close to the edge of the comfortable, alpha-sized hotel bed.
The phone rang again.
“Ugh.” Brennan shot it a look.
Using the distraction, I rolled us back to the center of the bed and pinned his arms over his head.
“You can call him later.” I rested my forehead on his.
“I thought that we were going to order lunch?” He grinned boyishly, his desire filling the room.
I grinned back. “You started it.”
Once again, his phone rang.
“I should get that.” He groaned. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You always do. Go.” I unpinned him.
He rolled over and grabbed his phone. “Terrance, what’s wrong?”
