He nodded. “Yeah. She’s not feeling good. In the car, she was telling me about her shitty cycles, where she vomits and cries, and how the Center doctor was like,Wait and see.”
My hand played with his hair. “I get that she has no baselines, and she’s a gamma and they vary so much, but yeah, seriously.”
“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know what lady beta cycles are like, but I know what lady alpha and lady omega cycles are like. What Grace described is nothing like them.” He sighed. “Hey, thanks for letting us take your car.”
I kissed him again. “Anytime. I’m proud of you for driving a car. Though it would have been funny if you’d taken her pink truck. And really, you did fucking fantastic tonight–from actually bringing her in here, to everything in the swing.”
“I don’t want her to be scared.”
“Good. I feel bad about upsetting her at the concert. Evan and I had fun. I’ll show you the pictures later.”
Brennan patted my ass. “I’d love that. Hey, you did great, too. Watching you undress her was so fucking hot. Why don’t you go make them hot chocolate and I’ll clean up.”
“Sounds good.” I sat up, running my hands across his chest.
I grabbed my shorts and put them on. Going down to the kitchen, I made Evan and Grace hot chocolate.
Balancing the mugs, I walked into Evan’s suite. “I’m coming in.”
“In the bathroom,” Evan called.
I went into his bathroom to find the two of them in the tub, the water green, and the jets going. The room was dark, lit only by a large number of candles.
Grace was nestled in Evan’s arms.
“Hot chocolate delivery.” I gave them their mugs.
Grace took a tentative sip. “Perfect. Thank you.”
“Yeah, it’s so good. Thanks.” Evan drank some of his.
I left them to their bath and went back down to the kitchen to clean up. Grabbing a beer for myself, I poured a bourbon for Brennan and went back upstairs. He wasn’t in the bedroom, so I put them on coasters on the nightstand and went to go help him.
The room smelled of lemon cleaner, the air purifier on full blast, as he carefully made the bed. I patted his still naked ass.
“How can I help?” I asked.
“It’s fine. I’m done, I just need to put Mr. Mopps back to work. Unless you want to wash the bedding because she was here with us.” He stood up.
“I don’t mind if they smell like her. We should wash them, but I was going to do it later. I’ll still do it later.” My arms wrapped around him.
“Okay. I have the air purifier on high not because of her, but because of that weird scent she had.” He frowned and looked up at me.
“I brought up some bourbon for you.” I tugged on his hand. Brennan didn’t really like hot chocolate.
“Great.” He got up and went to the wall and set Mr. Mopps back into action.
I grabbed Grace’s dress and shoes, as well as his shoes and clothes, and his phone. Brennan turned out the lights, and we closed the door.
“Here, I’ve got that.” He took all the clothes and his shoes from me and went toward our big walk-in closet.
Not knowing what to do with her little heels, I just put them in the other room by the door.
When I came back into the bedroom, he was sitting on the bed, holding the bourbon, staring into space.
There it was.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” I climbed onto the bed behind him and pulled him into my arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Alpha drop hit him hard sometimes.
