“I know. We have time. Let’s just enjoy it. I want you to be sure. I want your fae to be sure.”
He blinks up at me and nods. “Why are you so good?”
“An alpha always should be good to his omega.”
He sighs, and our foreheads press together.
“All right, well, I still want to go to the construction site, but I’m hungry and kind of tired.”
“Let’s go tomorrow. There’s no rush,” I tell him, and he scoffs as he pulls up his pants, rain falling from the sky once more.
“Your patience is going to be the death of me.”
I wrap him in my arms and drag him inside. “No dying. It’s not allowed.”
“Then make me happy, and I’ll try to stay alive.”
“That,” I say as I close the door behind us and lock it. “I can do.”
We have a lazy night and morning, teasing ourselves silly as that magical water bond weaves its way through us. I can’t stop touching him, and he seems to feel the same about me.
“It’s Sunday. You really want to go to work?” I ask Arbor as we lie in bed, the two of us catching our breath. He simply sits up and rolls his eyes at me, swiping at his lips, my cum still lingering there.
“It’s not work if we’re fucking. Do you really want to ruin my sexy dream?”
I nudge him with my leg and throw an arm over my face. “Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your dreams, babe.”
He crawls up between my legs and flattens himself against me.
“Well then,babe,let’s go. And bring your tool belt and maybe a hammer. Show me how it’s done. And it’s perfect because we don’t have to be quiet when no one’s there.”
“You do know security could be there,” I say, and he shuts me up with a press of his lips to mine. We kiss like that for long minutes, our cocks rallying and hard by the time he leans away.
“Can you just get up, put on some clothes, and fuck me over my desk with a tool belt on?”
I let out a laugh at how annoyed he seems.
“You know, I’d never say no to you.”
“Good. And you shouldn’t. Or I’ll write you up.”
“A very bad worker?” I ask as he slides off me and pulls on his pants.
“Yes, one who needs to be punished…or well, I want to be the one being punished, so we’ll have to work on our script.”
I let out another chuckle as I roll up and throw on some boxers.
“All right, Boss. Whatever you say.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
ARBOR
I’m soenamored with Glenn that I don’t notice us even pulling up to the construction site. I’m too busy staring at him, but I see his eyes widen and his mouth drop open. It’s only then that I turn and see it.
The destruction. Everything is gone—the buildings, the trailer, all leveled and covered by heaps of mud. Trees lie sideways on the small hills, as if they were pulled from the earth.
