“I agree. Cato wanted to name him Slayer or Venom since he took down the pests we’d been struggling with for months practically overnight. I thought he looked more like a Pete though,” I say.
Hestia’s laughter is infectious, I feel lighter just listening to it.
“Do you want to get a snack?” I blurt out.
“Sure,” she says, smiling at me.
I put my hand on her back, too late realizing I’m dirty.
“I’m sorry, I think I got some dirt on you. Maybe we should take a break to clean up and meet back in the kitchen,” I say, snatching my hand back.
And I still can’t find any rags to clean her off with. Now that I’m looking, I left handprints all over her ass when she jumped on me.
“I don’t mind being dirty with you,” Hestia says, giggling at me.
That short-circuits my already sluggish brain after staring at her ass.
“Let’s clean up together,” she says, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the house.
Chapter 44
Hestia
Despite all the flirting we’ve been doing since I started dating my bosses, we haven’t gone any further than holding hands.
They planned plenty of fun dates for us at home, and we’ve really deepened our connection. I feel like I know them so much better now, even though it’s only been a week. Allowing ourselves to be honest about our feelings removed a barrier between us.
And that includes the scent barrier. We stopped using descenters and suppressants and air filters. Now the station is full of our mingled scents.
It’s comforting, smelling my pack no matter where I am and having their scents all over me.
We’re approaching the end of our shift, so soon we’ll be able to have covert dates in town. They’re already planning to take me to the street fair at the Winterfalls Festival.
It’s risky, but I’m sure we can manage to date in public withoutseeminglike we’re dating. Just six teammates, out on the town, totally platonic, acting like I don’t know what their cocks taste like. I can pull that off.
Speaking of their cocks, I know I agreed we should take things slow, but how slow is slow? I’m ready to jump back into the physical side of things, or do some mouth stuff at least.
We haven’t even kissed since my heat. It’s torture. Surely they don’t want to go this slow for much longer.
Tonight is the first evening we don’t have a date planned, so I won’t be getting any tongue today.
Orion said he had paperwork to deal with, and I’m sure the others have things to do too since we’ve been spending most of our free time together.
At least I’ll get to hang out with Cato. I don’t even know what chores he’s responsible for. He never does them when I’m around, and unless I’m in my rooms, he’s right by my side.
I’m going to do some knitting, which means Cato will be cuddling me. Knitting is much more fun that way, plus he makes sure my yarn never gets tangled.
I grab my knitting bag after making sure I didn’t accidentally put my other project in it.
Cato is waiting in the hall, and he takes the bag from me before following me to the living room.
Henri is already here, and I sit on the couch nearby. He smiles and, after asking how my socks are progressing, goes back to readingBig Tex & Pete Moss: A Rolling Truck Gathers No Heartbreak.
The others gradually trickle in. Orion has his paperwork, Charm is braiding rope, and Magnus is flipping through seed catalogues.
Even though we’re doing our own thing, we’re together.
I smile as I knit, pleased to be surrounded by my pack.
