“I couldn’t really tell what they were. But the fact that he has them was a shock. He looked so buttoned up the other day. Total professor nerd.”
I giggle. “He wore a tweed sport coat last night when we went shopping. Unlocked a fantasy I didn’t even know I had.”
“Shopping? Do tell!”
I sigh, remembering Graham’s excitement last night. “They took me toThe Nesting Corner. I bought a ridiculous amount of stuff for my new nest. Sheets, pillows, pajamas, the whole shebang.”
“By ‘they,’ you mean Silas and Graham?”
I shake my head. “No, it was all three. Even Saint.”
“CoffeeGuy was there, too? Did he act any better?”
I start to say no. He was surly and sullen, but then I remember him adding a blue negligée to my cart, and then leaning over me, two fingers on my clit while Graham pumped inside of me.
Make her come, or I’m going to do it for you.
I suppress a shiver.
And today he made me coffee.
“We’re not there yet, but I think things will work out. We just need some time.”
Lark
By the time my last meeting ends, my eyes ache. Seven straight hours of screens, spreadsheets, subscription projections, and vendor negotiations have left my brain feeling slow and overworked. I close the laptop and lean back in the chair, rolling my shoulders until they pop.
Across the room, Graham looks just as stiff. He’s been working quietly beside me most of the day, occasionally glancing up when a colleague says something funny, but mostly absorbed in his own research.
When I stand, he looks up. “Stretch break?” he asks.
“Mandatory,” I say. “If I sit in this chair another minute my spine will fuse to it.”
He laughs softly and pushes his own chair back then follows me out the door. I climb the two flights of stairs to my space. The nestroom is a mess, littered with the outrageous number of pillows and blankets Saint and Silas hauled in last night.
“Would you help me finish this?”
He follows my gaze. The sheets and comforter we bought are folded neatly at the foot of the mattress, freshly washed.
Silas.
The pillows are stacked in uneven towers around the room, waiting for placement.
When he hesitates at the threshold, something ticks in my brain. I’ve only known him for a short time, but Graham is an all-in alpha. The fact that he's stopped at the door instead of rushing in with armfuls of pillows tells me he's being careful with me.
“Is something wrong?”
He blinks. “Are—” He clears his throat. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to come in.”
That throws me. Didn’t I just invite him in? And then it hits me. “Ah, the nest thing.”
He nods.
“Yeah, I’m not the normal omega.”
A puzzled look crosses his face. “What do you mean? You seem normal to me.”
That makes me chuckle. Actually, a lot Graham does and says makes me chuckle. He’s just so sweet and liable to say whatever pops in his brain.
