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My jaw dropped as my gaze when up, up, up from where I’d expected to find the old woman’s face. “Guy!” I squealed as I threw myself across the threshold into my mate’s arms. “You’re here!”
“Merde, you’ve been crying. I’m so sorry,mon coeur. It was supposed to be a surprise, but then you called when I was in the rental car. I didn’t want to spoil it when I was just two blocks away. Forgive me?”
“Duh, of course I forgive you! You’re here!” I repeated, loving the way my body curved against his.
He kissed me once, long and slow, then carried me through the doorway and set me down in the front hall, kicking the door closed behind him. He set me down on my feet then dropped to his knees right there on the tile floor. Rolling my shirt up, he pressed the softest kiss to my round belly. “And how is our child doing today?” he whispered.
I wasn’t sure if he was asking them or me, but since they couldn’t answer, I said, “They’re so excited to see their papa.”
As if in response, they gave a sharp kick, and Guy gasped. “I felt that!” He splayed both palms over my belly, his fingers long enough to span my ribcage, warm and steady. “Hey, my sweet darling. Are you taking care of your daddy for me?”
I giggled, carding my fingers through Guy’s hair. “If you mean keeping me awake at night by doing gymnastics in there, then yes, they’re taking very good care of me.”
Guy looked up at me, his eyes glistening with love. “Aw, then I’ll just have to make sure I take extra care of you while I’m here to make up for it. How about that?”
“Oh yeah? And what will that entail?”
He pursed his lips in exaggerated thought. “Hmm, well, how about we start with a massage,” he purred, rising from his knees. As he moved up my body, he peeled my shirt up until I had no choice but to lift my arms, and he tossed the discarded fabric aside. “I will oil you up and rub you down until you’re a puddle of relaxation. Then I will cook for you and feed it to you bite by bite. We will take warm baths together, and there will be lots and lots of sex.”
“Mm, that all sounds very thorough,” I murmured as he backed me up toward my bedroom. “It might take a while. How long do we have?” He’d just gotten here and already I had my eye on the clock. I should’ve been savoring each moment I had with him, but instead, all I felt was dread for when he would inevitably go home.
Without pausing our steps, he leaned down and kissed me softly, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking; with the mating bond between us, he probably did. His whiskers tickled my chin, cheeks, and nose, helping to anchor me in the here and now. “Do you think we can do it all in five days?” he asked, his fingertips dancing down my spine and tucking into the back of my pants.
It was more time than I’d hoped for. “I’d better use some of that banked sick time I have at work, just in case. This is for my health and wellness, after all.”
His smirk made my insides feel warm and gooey. “Just call me Doctor Charpentier,” he teased. “It’s time for your physical.”
I laughed, which was no doubt his intention. “Please don’t tell me to turn my head and cough.”
“How about I tell you to get on all fours and spread your legs?”
“Okay,” I said, breathless and already needy. I stepped back so I could kick off my pants, then crawled onto the mattress and peeked over my shoulder, back arched to offer myself to him. “Is that what you had in mind…Doctor?”
His eyes were glazed with want, with need, as he watched the slick dripping down the inside of my thighs. I’d been extra horny as my hormones surged, and I felt especially lucky to have my mate here in person to help take care of it. Without looking away from my spread cheeks, his hand went to his belt, tugging roughly. “Yes, just like that. Be sure to tell me how it feels. Tell meeverything.”
With his pants left open and hanging off his hips, as though he couldn’t resist himself long enough to get fully naked, he knelt on the bed behind me and licked right along my crease, from my tightening balls to the apex of my cleft, before returning to spear his tongue as deep into my puckered hole as he could. His groan vibrated through me as he reached between my legs and gave my cock a long, slow tug.
A gasp shivered past my lips, and my limbs quivered, threatening to buckle. “Yesss,” I hissed, writhing on his tongue. I needed so much more than that, but I had no idea how to ask. So much of our relationship was through text and phone calls, and I felt like the physical part of our relationship had some catching up to do.
Luckily, it seemed that Guy was pretty good at reading between the lines, interpreting not just my moans but my pauses. He pulled me up until my back was against his front, and he pressed a kiss to the mating mark on my shoulder, his tongue finding the grooves. I swore it heated my skin. “Don’t be scared to ask for what you want,mon coeur. Ask for it and it’s yours.”
“I just want you,” I whispered, reaching back and tangling my fingers in his hair, twisting to kiss him. “I want all of you.”
“You have me.Toujours.”
18
Guy
“Pleasedon’tcry,Mrs.Everly.” I patted the woman on the shoulder awkwardly, and she seemed to take that as an invitation to use my shirt as a tissue. She shoved her face into my chest and bawled, her wails muffled, and I could feel her tears soaking through the fabric. My beaver was genuinely distressed by all the tears and the snot and the outburst in general from this woman we barely knew.
Dégueulasse, he said, drawing as far back in my mind as he could, cringing.
Be nice. She’s family, I reminded him as I rubbed her back. Or she would be in about half an hour.
“M-My b-baby…” she choked out between heaving breaths, “is getting… MARRIED!” This brought on a fresh wave of distraught sobs, and she gripped my lapels with both hands.
I shared a look with John, and he seemed just as lost about how to handle his wife’s effusive emotional display. Fable’s and my marriage was a good thing, aperfectthing, and the rest of us couldn’t understand why Martha had been crying for an hour.
