Page 78 of Surprise Mother Pucker
I nodded. “I was just hoping to steal one of Eli’s shirts because I kind of forgot to bring anything for myself.”
Charlie’s face lit up. “Eli is downstairs, but…” He trailed off, grabbing the hem of his gray T-shirt and pulling it off with one hand in a swift, almost practiced move that made me salivate.
“Y-you don’t have to,” I started to stammer.
“Trust me, Iwantto.” He smirked. “If he gets you in his bedroom tonight, then the least I can do is get my scent on you.” His scent was painfully temping. Fresh laundry. I wanted to bundle myself up in it. “But I'm sure none of my pack mates will complain if you decide to simply wear nothing.”
I chuckled. “Give it to me,” I said, holding my hand out.
Charlie shook his head, taking two steps toward me. “Arms in the air,” he instructed. The towel was wrapped around my chest, so I could do that maneuver without exposing myself, but it still felt oddly vulnerable.
I stared at Charlie for a moment, noticing the challenge in his gaze that I couldn't help but meet.
Lifting my arms in the air, I stood still as he carefully threaded the T-shirt over my head and arms without disturbing the towel. In a seemingly skillful move, he pulled the T-shirt down so it covered my ass before gripping the towel and pulling it away.
He had just managed to completely exchange the shirt for the towel without exposing me at all. “That is magic,” I muttered in amazement.
“And now you smell like me.”
I sniffed the shirt. It didn’t even smell sweaty and worn; it just smelled perfectly of Charlie.
“I like it,” I told him.
He glanced at the bed behind me. “You know what? I don't think it's fair for you to sleep in only Eli’s scent all night. I think I need to fuck with him!” he declared, diving onto the bed and burrowing under the covers.
“What on earth are you doing?” I giggled as he wriggled around under the covers.
“I'm scent marking his bed!” he shouted playfully.
I took a few steps over to the bed, leaving the towel discarded on the floor. “I can't say I've ever heard of someone scent marking a bed, but I won’t complain. You know—oomph!” I was cut off as Charlie's arm escaped the tangle of comforters to pull me onto the bed.
“Cuddle time,” he declared simply. “I need to get it while I can before Mr. Grumpy Pants comes back and takes you away from me.”
Instead of complaining, I turned around in Charlie's arms and nestled into his naked chest. I was exhausted, hormonal, and cranky. I was not going to say no to some alpha cuddles with a man who smelled like delicious, clean sweetness.
Pressing my face against his chest, I inhaled deeply as I wrapped my arms tightly around his midsection. His hands found my hair and started gently scratching my scalp, pushing the hair away from my face to create the most euphoric feeling ever.
“You’re not a terrible cuddler,” I admitted after a moment, my words slurred slightly.
Head scratchies were potent.
The exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and wrapped up in Charlie, I was so relaxed that my eyelids were drooping.
Maybe I should have felt bad that we were stinking up Eli's bed, but I was just so comfortable, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Chapter 32
Charlie
“It appears I have an intruder in my bed.”
I cracked my eyes open. Eli was standing at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips, giving me a playful scowl.
Kennedy was splayed across my chest, dozing quietly. I hadn’t intended to end up in bed with her, but I wouldn’t complain about the turn of events. Her sweet floral scent was comforting. Eli had become distracted helping Storm with Charlotte for a moment, and I’d taken advantage of the opportunity.
“I know, but she's such a cute intruder. You can't say no to her,” I whispered, gazing down at her warmly. She was completely oblivious to the two of us.
Eli shook his head with a chuckle. “This is probably going to be my only chance to have her stay in my bed because Storm's going to be done with her nest pretty soon.”
