My knee hits Arbor’s gently, and he lets out a content little sigh, finishing his wine and setting it on the counter.
“I’ll open another bottle,” River says, standing up. “I mean, might as well, right?”
Arbor gives a cute little hiccup.
“I should tell you,” he whispers, his leg pressing into mine a little more. “This is fae wine I brought…” He hiccups again as River pours him another glass. “It’s very potent for me.”
“Maybe you slow down, then.”
He cradles it in his hands. “No. Plus, it won’t be in me for very long. My body metabolizes it quickly. And also…” He waggles a finger at me. “Don’t tell me what to do, Alpha.”
The way he says that makes my cock thicken, so does the way his throat bobs as he drinks the second glass of wine down.
He sets his elbow on the counter and eats slowly, a noodle hanging from his mouth.
I lean over and swipe it away.
“Oops,” Arbor says. “Am I embarrassing you? I can’t find my manners right now.”
I huff. “No. You’ve met my brothers. I have low standards to begin with.”
“Hey!” River says and then lets out a burp.
Arbor gasps and then gives a small round of applause. “That was very skilled. I love it.”
“I can do it on command if you want. Can even burp the ABCs.”
Forest kicks River, who frowns.
“No one wants that right now, dude. We’re in the middle of dinner.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Arbor hiccups again, and his leg presses into mine a little more. He’s listing to the side slightly. And I place my arm around him to keep him upright.
“Seriously, maybe you should lay off the wine.”
“Nope!” He pops his lips on the ‘p’ and winks at me, more like a blink, but it’s cute. Cuter than it should be.
But what the fuck does it matter?
He’s the guy I seem to like.
The door swings open suddenly, and Arbor nearly falls into my lap.
“Seconds?” Marlow asks.
“Help yourself. Guess I won’t have leftovers.”
“Dessert?” Vick asks.
“In the fridge.”
My arm tightens around Arbor, and he snuggles into me, his face pressing into my neck, his ass nearly on my lap.
“I should get you home. You’re half asleep.”
“I’m tired. Drinking makes everything heavy.”
