Page 173 of Conner's Luna

I clear my throat. "We'll be right out, sweetie."

"I'm hungry."

"OK."

Conner finally lets me go. "I blame you," I mutter as we straighten our clothes as best we can.

"Hey!" he protests. I narrow my eyes at him in warning, but he doesn't get the hint. "Bucket list."

"Having sex in a closet is on your bucket list?"

He grins. "Fucking the Valedictorian in the janitor's closet at school? Hell, yeah. Mission accomplished."

I straighten my graduation robes along with the bright yellow tassels. "There is no valedictorian at Caluna, sweetie."

"C'mon. You never wanted the sexy jock to score with you?" He dodges my smack, openly laughing.

"Granpa Blu, in here," Selene's voice comes through the door again. "Open," she commands.

"Conner? Bailey?" Papa Smurf sounds amused. "Bailey, your speech was excellent. Congratulations. We have to go to catch our flight."

"Mile High Club," Conners says softly as he tucks an errant curl behind my ear.

I give him a prim and proper frown as we open the door to the lab's supply closet, but inside a thrill races through me. The plane has two private bedrooms.

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Conner

Land. Thank fuck.

I take a deep breath and step off the small boat onto the dock. Bailey and Selene dance on ahead of me, not a fucking care in the world that their mate and father is trying his best not to fall to his knees and yak like a giant pussy.

Selene, giggling, races into her great-grandmother's arms. I take an unsteady step forward. Fuck, the dock sways, too.

The cool, slim fingers of my mate slip into mine. "My brave alpha," Bailey coos.

I straighten up, my shoulders stiffening. "Yeah, I am. You owe me, honeygirl. Why a boat?"

"You didn't have to come," she reminds me teasingly.

I toss her a hard look. As if I'd let my mate and daughter go on some sightseeing tour of the island without me. The boat Bailey insisted on taking only took four people, so I'm the only protection they had today. I offered to buy her a yacht, and that adorable, pert little nose wrinkled in disgust. Bailey is frugal with everything except her lab and our daughter.

I've seen the looks my mate gets. All these fuckers want my girl. The Captain of the S.S. Seasickness couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was afraid of me at first, but wolves don't do well at sea. It didn't help that Selene didn't stop skipping circles around me the entire boat ride as I leaned over the side pathetically. I was shown up by my three-year-old pup.

I tighten my hand on Bailey's and tug her flush with my body. I feel the thrill go through her and hide my smirk before tilting her chin up for the kiss she owes me.

By the time I let her pull away, we're both breathless and needy, but Selene has returned with a popsicle in one hand and a familiar red and gold cardboard box in the other.

"Abuelagot me McDonald's!" she announces with a special glare for her Daddy, who feeds her nutritious food instead of junk.

"I thought she got those for me?" I tell her with my eyes wide in astonishment.

Selene bares her pup-teeth at me and holds the box tight to her chest. I frown sadly and she relents. "One," she declares imperiously, holding up her pointer finger. She hands the dripping popsicle to Bailey, who promptly licks the stickiness off the end.

As usual, I'm caught between staring at the sight of my mate's pink tongue licking... fuck... or my adorable daughter. Bailey winks at me as Selene opens one tiny corner of the box of grease, inserts just three fingers, and tugs out one chicken nugget.

She hands it to me, slightly damp and sticky from her palm.

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