Page 26 of Mink Hijinks
“Mmmm. I’ll never pass up free pizza,” I say.
“Same and he knows it.” Pax laughs and I can’t help but lean in to plant a kiss on his lips.
“You looked so kissable,” I say.
Pax snorts and answers Buckle’s text. “Seven at my place.”
“Gives us plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” I wiggle my brows and throw the car in reverse. “Point me in the direction of your place.”
It takes about five minutes to get to the apartment building. It looks new compared to a few we drove past. I park in visitor parking, then follow him to his apartment. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I’m sure the place is going to be nice. But will he like me in his space as much as I liked him in mine?
It’s a second-floor apartment and the stairs groan as we go up. Pax unlocks the door and lets me enter first. There’s a fresh scent, like clean linen, and I breathe it in.
“Should we break in every room here like we did at my place?” I ask at the same time as I lift my shirt.
“Obviously.” We crash into each other.
He pins me to the cheap hollow-core door, and bites my bottom lip before his hands slip beneath my shirt, greedy, impatient. I shuck the t-shirt and toss it aside, barely a second before his nails score along my ribs and his teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear.
My hands find his ass—perfect, firm, irresistible—and I back him toward the wall, not even trying to hide my intentions.
“Hope the neighbors don’t mind the noise,” I tease.
He shrugs. “There’s a bunch of loud Alphas, they can deal with us being loud if we want to be.” He smiles, then tugs my belt open with a smoothness that says he’s been imagining this since we left the diner.
He yanks me into the living room, and we tumble toward the couch, clothes littering the floor behind us. My mate is strong, and his boldness turns me to jelly. I want him to see what I see. To know how fucking powerful he is, how much he means to me. I want to draw every last sound from his lips and leave him with no doubt.
We don’t make it to the bedroom until the third round.
When we finally collapse across his bed, the sheets are cool and the room is dark except for the blue light of a distant streetlamp. Our bodies tangle, legs hooked together, skin sticky with sweat and contentment. I run my fingers along his spine, tracing the ridges, and listen as his breathing slows from a sprint to a lullaby.
There’s a peace here that’s not like any I’ve known. Certainly not at my house, not in the studio, not even at that cabin in the woods. It’s the peace of finding where you’re supposed to belong. And I belong with Pax.
“We should probably clean up before Buckle gets here,” Pax says, but doesn’t make a move to leave the bed.
We lay there, wrapped around each other, hearts slowing to a rhythmic lull. Just as I start to drift, the sudden buzz of Pax’s phone pierces the calm. He groans and stretches to reach it on the nightstand, his movements sending a delightful spark of electricity through me.
“Buckle’s here,” he announces, a grin spreading across his face. “He’s just downstairs.”
“Perfect timing,” I say, sitting up and running a hand through my messy hair. “Let’s give him a show.”
Pax laughs, throwing a pillow at me. “Get dressed!”
“Fine, fine.” I reluctantly slip out of bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor and quickly putting them back on. Pax does the same, his cheeks still flushed and I’m not sure if it’s still from our recent activities or he’s embarrassed about his friend seeing him so fucked out and satisfied. Of course I preen at the thought.
“Okay, let’s go greet our guest,” I say, following Pax to the door.
Pax opens it, revealing Buckle standing there with two enormous pizza boxes in his arms and a playful smirk on his face. “Did I interrupt something?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief as they sweep down my body.
“Not much,” I reply, stepping aside to let him in. “Just making ourselves at home. And aren’t you sexy as sin?”
Buckle laughs, and Pax takes the pizza boxes. “Not so bad yourself.” He gives me another up/down look.
Pax snorts and rolls his eyes, but can’t hide a smile. “I knew you two would get along.”
We follow Pax and the delicious aroma to the kitchen table. We don’t bother with plates and just grab a slice each.
“Alright so tell me all about how you two got together, because I need the juicy details. By the scent of this place, I can tell you’re sexually compatible.” Buckle shoots his friend a look and Pax goes bright red.
