Much, much later.
For now, it’s all I can do to remain standing while my legs feel like jelly.
I’m vaguely aware of Lynx carefully tucking me back into my boxers and pulling them and my jeans back into place. My T-shirt is beyond help.
He stands and sets a hand at the base of my throat, fingers splayed like he needs to cover as much skin as he can. Then he tilts my head to the side and runs his nose up the side of my throat, before resting his head on my shoulder.
I have the strongest urge to wrap my arms around him.
So I do.
He sags against me like someone cut his strings. I grunt under the sudden weight of him but hold tight when he tries to pull back. “Stay,” I whisper, surprised when he does.
I close my eyes, and his outdoor, woodsy scent fills my nose.
He shuffles closer, moulding himself to my front and I’m suddenly very aware that I’m the only one who got off. And that’s hardly fair. “Give me a second and I’ll take care of that.”
Lynx’s soft chuckle tickles my neck. “I would love you to, but we’re about to run out of time.”
I don’t get chance to ask what he means because there’s a sharp rap on the door and a loud, “You finished?”
God, does everyone know what we just did?
Shifters, duh. Of course they do.
Where’s a hole in the floor when you need one?
Lynx opens his mouth to answer whoever’s at the door, Mal maybe, but I get there first.
“Give us a second,” I yell, then gently ease Lynx back so I can see his face. “Still want me to fuck off for a month?” I lift my chin, act like I’m not desperate for his answer to benothis time. I’ve got mental whiplash from the mixed signals he’s been giving me, and after what we just did... I just really want to stay.
That was way more intense than your run-of-the-mill blow job. I don’t understand how shifter bonds or mates work, all Iknow is that there isn’t one inch of me that wants to leave here. Not unless Lynx comes with me.
It seems like hours pass before Lynx lets out the mother of all sighs. “No,” he says finally and pulls me close again, kissing my temple. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
Satisfied with that answer for now, I yell, “You can come in now.”
Mal opens the door, screwing his nose up at whatever he smells when he walks inside. He takes one look at the pair of us and shakes his head. “I presume sending Morgan away is off the cards now?”
Lynx growls. “He’s not going anywhere.”
“Fuck’s sake, a simple yes would’ve done,” Mal grumbles. He walks in and sits on the edge of the table. “We’ve got bigger problems than that anyway.”
Oh shit.
I’d forgotten about that.
“Fuck. What now?” Lynx finally steps away from me to face Mal, one hand fisting his hair.
Without the warmth of his body, I’m cold suddenly. Not missing a beat, he peels off his long-sleeved T-shirt and hands it to me.
“Thank you.” I shrug out of my ruined T-shirt and slip his on. It’s soft, warm, and smells like him. It’s almost as good as having his arms around me.
Almost.
His gaze rakes over me, eyes flashing with heat, and I smirk. Note to self, Lynx likes it when I wear his clothes.
A lot.
