He kissed my hair. “You need to get ready for work?”
“I suppose.”
Laughing, he helped me stand but kept me close. “I’ll be checking on your training, so don’t skip it.”
One of the reasons I didn’t want to get ready for work was because I was now heavy, hot, and achy. Needy. “Will you help me again?”
“Not every time, no. Both you and I need to know that if I give you an order, you’ll follow it. No matter if I can see you or not. But,” he smirked, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist sometimes.”
“Good.” Lifting my chin for a kiss, he gave it to me.
“Get ready, and then, like Brooks said, straight to breakfast.”
I stuck my tongue out at him in the mirror. All I got in return was a raised eyebrow. A flush of heat rushed to my face before he broke into a smile.
“What?”
“I was just thinking about whether there were any ways to do tongue bondage in case you decide to stick out your tongue when we’re actually playing.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I absolutely would.” He leaned in and kissed me again. Hard. “See you in the kitchen.”
It didn’t take me long. Though I needed to get the rest of my clothes soon. I tried to refocus my mind on what I had to do at work and all the tasks on my list as I dressed, checked my sugar, and took my insulin, but it kept slipping away back to the Alphas in the kitchen. And my date with Aiden tonight. And the fact that I was still so tired.
Maybe I really should take some time off to fuck andsleep.
Logan stood at the stove with something sizzling in a pan. Brooks was at the blender scooping in powder. I took a seat next to Theo at the island, my stomach growling.
Brooks laughed. “Hungry, baby?”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Absolutely mine.”
Logan turned and put a plate in front of me before sliding the eggs he’d been cooking onto it. They smelledamazing. I usually didn’t eat breakfast, but I loved breakfast food. I wasn’t going to complain about a hot Alpha cooking me a meal.
“Thank you.”
“I still need a list of foods you like.”
“Right.” The eggs were too hot. I breathed around them, but they were incredible. “It’s kind of unfair that you can also cook.”
“Logan’s the best of us,” Theo said, “but we can all cook. Basic life skills and all that.”
That was good because I was a terrible cook. An okay baker, and I could follow a recipe to make food, but I couldn’t just throw something together and have it come out right. My kitchen was a graveyard at the crossroads of good intentions and poor results.
“Hey, we want to ask you something,” Logan said as he turned off the stove.
The fact that he was distracting me from some of the best eggs I’d ever eaten had him on thin ice, but I looked at him to show him I was listening.
“I thought about it last night. You know the colors?”
I took another bite and let my eyes roll back. This was so good. “Whatever they are, these eggs are fuckinggreen.”
He laughed, and Theo stood, stretching before leaning his elbows on the island. “I guess the real question is how far you’d like to explore letting go.”
That had my attention. “How so?”
