Page 82 of Nugget

“I heard someone in the kitchen.”

“Your kitchen?” Stryker dropped his hands. “Are those donuts?”

Gavin chuckled. “Our kitchen and yes.” He passed over the note first. “Welcome to the family.”

Stryker read the note and frowned. “How did they know we mated?”

He sat on the edge of the mattress. “Pretty sure the storm last night was a good indicator.”

“Yeah.” Stryker grinned. “You were pretty loud.”

Gavin shook his head as he passed Stryker the coffee with his name. “You were the one that begged me to fuck you and bite you three more times after that.”

Stryker’s hand went to his neck. “That was amazing.”

Gavin agreed. “So, we get coffee and donuts.”

“I don’t get it,” Stryker said. He did steal the box of donuts, placing them on the mattress between them.

“It started after Axel brought Bryce home for the first time,” Gavin said. “They hadn’t mated yet, but Axel fetched donuts that morning and wouldn’t allow anyone to have one until Bryce got his first. It became tradition as each new member was added to the family.”

“Donuts,” Stryker mused. “I guess it’s not that weird.”

“You made me get up and make you chicken nuggets in the middle of the night because we needed to celebrate our mating,” Gavin reminded him. It had to have been the weirdest after-mating celebration Gavin had ever heard of. The both of them standing in Gavin’s chicken as Stryker taught him how to heat the frozen nuggets in the air fryer that he might have stolen from Gavin’s brother.

They’d eaten the nuggets standing up by the sink until Stryker had gotten on his knees and blown him.

Okay, maybe weird wasn’t the word he should use. It had been hot. Sexy.

“Chicken nuggets and donuts.” Stryker grinned. “I really like this family.”

“I really like you,” Gavin said, leaning over to steal a kiss.

“I kind of, maybe, really like you too,” Stryker replied.

“You’d better. You’re stuck with me now.”

Stryker grinned. “Mates.”

“Mates,” Gavin agreed.

“Now, about these donuts.”

He chuckled and opened the box.

Stryker grabbed a pink-sprinkled donut and shoved half into his mouth.

Gavin sipped his coffee.

“Good,” Stryker said with his mouth full.

“You're getting crumbs everywhere,” Gavin told him.

Stryker held up the remainder of his donuts before he smashed it against Gavin’s chest.

“What—” Gavin tried to jerk away, splashing some coffee on his hand.

“Oops!” Stryker said. The grin on his face was the complete opposite of his words. Stryker quickly straddled Gavin’s waist.

---