Page 29 of Perfectly Naïve
Unable to help myself, I set the ladle down and drag a tattooed finger over her cheekbone. Sawyer’s mystery woman shudders, her eyelids fluttering closed, and her sweet scent sharpens with need. “That’s me. Do you want a little taste, sweetness?”
Just as the gorgeous omega opens her mouth to answer, the front door slams and footsteps stomp into the kitchen.
“Why the fuck does it smell like an omega came in the living room? Don’t you assholes have bedrooms?”
Hayes, my ever-charming double, stops short as he takes in the scene. A plate of finished pancakes, bacon beginning to overcook on the griddle, and a sleep-rumpled woman jumping out of her skin at the displeased sound of a deep voice.
Sawyer’s mystery woman lets out another squeak and trips on air, her eyes going wide as her arms flail and she tips backward. Both Hayes and I must have the same thought—if she tries to catch herself on the stove, she could end up seriously injured—and we move as one.
Before she can hit the ground, or anything else, we have her sandwiched between us, safe and protected. At least, from everything outside of my hardening dick when her soft, curvy body presses against mine.
Her chest heaves and her eyes are round as she glances between Hayes and me. “Twins,” she whispers, more to herself than us. “Only three out of every thousand pregnancies result in twins.”
My brother’s eyebrow rises at that, lips twitching. Mystery girl notices, and all of her attention trains on Hayes's lips. He and I share a loaded look.
“Liv? Baby, where’d you go?”
The bubble of sexual tension I’ve found myself in bursts as Sawyer ambles into the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Until he finds the three of us pressed together, his girl’s cheeks flushed, her eyes a little panicked, and her lips open in apparent surprise.
Sawyer stops dead in his tracks, taking it all in with a grin. “I see you’ve met the twins.”
As if she’s finally realized she’s pressed between two hard strangers, Liv scrambles out of our grip. She steadies herself on the kitchen island, setting her notebook and pen down on the butcher-block surface as Sawyer chuckles.
“I’m sorry,” she says to everyone and no one.
That won’t do.
I load up a plate with pancakes and bacon, placing it in front of the flustered woman before adding some to plates for myself and my pack. I’ll make more later if we need it. For now, I want to enjoy some time with this intriguing woman. Liv.
“I don’t know why you’re sorry. It’s not every morning I have beautiful women throwing themselves at me because I’ve made breakfast. A guy could get used to that.” I give her a wink and her blush deepens.
Sawyer chuckles, guiding her to sit on one of the stools at the island before settling beside her. “Liv, this is Wilder and Hayes. Guys, this is Liv.”
The woman in question gives us an awkward little wave before turning her attention to the pancakes and popping a piece into her mouth, likely to avoid having to make eye contact with us. I don’t like that. I want her eyes on me.
But then she moans when she tastes the food, and I’m glad her attention is on her plate. Otherwise, she’d see my hard-on.
“Oh, wow. This is so good,” she gushes.
My brothers and I fall silent as we watch her take a few more bites, humming in pleasure each time. It’s like the sounds that come out of her mouth are some kind of spell. She weaves it with expert precision, and I don’t think she’s even realized it.
Hayes clears his throat before digging in, then we all follow suit. We eat in silence—well, outside of Liv’s sounds of culinary pleasure—until the notes of theJawstheme sound from somewhere in the living room.
We all freeze, glancing at each other in confusion. Liv doesn’t seem to notice.
Those two low notes sound again and again before increasing in tempo.
Hayes frowns. “What is that?”
Liv finally looks up from her plate as the sound cuts off before starting up again. Her face loses its pretty flush. “Oh, no.”
My packmates and I exchange looks as she scrambles from her stool and searches the floor around the couch before pawing at the cushions. When theJawstheme cuts off again, only to start up a few seconds later, she mumbles a curse before her slim fingers close around a phone. Frowning, she presses the answer button and brings the cell to her ear.
Whoever is speaking on the other end is not happy. I can hear the shrill tones of a yelling woman all the way from here. This goes on for another minute before Liv hangs up, takes a few deep breaths, and turns to Sawyer.
“I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Sawyer stands, moving quickly in front of her. His hands cup her face, silently demanding that she meet his eyes. I cock my head to the side, watching, because in all the years I’ve known Sawyer Flynn, I have never seen him look at a woman the way he’s looking at Liv.
