Page 67 of Breathless

“Not much.” Wyatt’s grin was wicked, but there was a happiness in his eyes that Thoreau couldn’t remember seeing before. “You already know Fiona announced her pregnancy to most of my family.”

“Only a few.” Fiona lifted her head, her flushed cheeks revealing her already heightened arousal. “And you already know Wyatt talked to Noah.”

“And we’re assuming you and Fiona are okay now, that this morning’s hurt is all forgiven?” Wyatt nodded at him encouragingly and he grinned.

“We’re good,” he assured them, and Fiona’s smile of relief had him moving a little closer. “Anything else?”

“Other than doing a little parking, we’ve been home since then. Waiting on you.” Wyatt nodded to his three-pack. “Is that what you’ve been working on?”

Fiona sat up with a delicate grimace and they both leaned forward as he set the three pack on the table. This was for the game. “I started working on the recipes for this four months ago,” he began. “I needed time to get the flavors right. I couldn’t be too heavy handed. I had to be patient. But thanks to Wyatt’s input, I think I got it right.”

Fiona read the labels and looked up at him, her gray-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Four months? You started making this four months ago? That was well before I left.”

He went to her, kneeling beside the coffee table and taking her hand. “And you weren’t sure whether you were coming back at all. I know.”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you. Either of you.” She let out a shaky breath. “Any of you.”

Thoreau sent her a gently reproachful look. “The only way you could was by leaving us, but you figured that out. I knew you’d come home.” He glanced down at her belly. “I didn’t know about the extra passenger, though. I would have made yours non-alcoholic.”

“Perish that thought.” Wyatt’s husky voice sound suspiciously emotional. “And this beer has my name on it. This is better than a damn calendar, Thor.”

When Fiona and Thoreau were done laughing, Wyatt raised a brow at him. “Thor’s Hammer?”

“You’re responsible for that.”

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. “Nature made that, not me. And you don’t mind it at all, do you?”

Thoreau winked at him and then laughed when his eyes went wide. “Not at all.”

Fiona shifted on the couch, and her wince got rid of his good mood in a hurry. “Are you okay?”

Had Wyatt spanked her that hard?

Wyatt slipped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her down until she was lying sideways on his lap again. “She’s been waiting for you to get home for hours, and I think she’s ready now.” His hand disappeared to cup her ass. “Aren’t you, baby?”

“So ready.” She whimpered, and Thoreau noticed Wyatt’s shirt had ridden up high enough for him to see the inside of her creamy thighs. Her arousal was more than obvious, and his mouth started to water.

“I’m here now,” he said, licking his lips, caressing the outside of her thighs with his hands. “Where do you want me?”

He glanced up, startled, when Wyatt covered his hand with his own and guided it over her hip and back until his fingers were touching something hard between Fiona’s cheeks. Shit. Was that a butt plug?

“You’re overdressed for what we have in mind. I noticed you have a bigger bed than Fiona’s. Hope you don’t mind the invasion, but I might have set things up in there, if you wanted to get those clothes off and join us.”

Fiona and Wyatt in his bed? “I don’t mind at all.”

He stood up and grinned when Wyatt’s gaze lingered on the beer again. “Did you want to bring that in?”

“Put it in the fridge until after.” He stood in front of Thoreau, close enough to make his heart pound, and glanced down at his mouth with slightly puzzled expression. “This can’t wait.”

Then he turned and, bending down, lifted Fiona off the couch and over his shoulder, fireman style.

“Still got it,” he grunted while she moaned against his bare back. “Let’s go put out this fire.”

Thoreau had never moved so fast. Three-pack left to cool, he made it to his bedroom in record time, his shirt already unbuttoned as he shrugged it off his shoulders. Wyatt laid Fiona down across his king-size bed. Its mussed cover and sheets were the same blue and gray tones as her hair was when he’d first met her.

He’d had it bad for a long time.

Wyatt noticed. “You always did look good in this color. My wild fairy.”

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