“I’m going to ask for a second guard. There will be times when the children aren’t with us, and I want all of you protected. If I need to hire bodyguards through a human service, I will. I just prefer if my people handle the situation.”
“Is there someone on your world you could hire? Maybe entice them to come to Earth for the job?”
He rubbed at his beard and thought it over. There were quite a few deadly warriors from Zelthrane-3, and some might be willing to come to Earth for a job. It was worth looking into.
“We’d have to go to the station and use the Vid-comm, speak to the council. I would need permission to offer a job to a warrior since it would mean one less male defending my home world.”
“We could stop on the way to the studio? Maybe ask for an extra guard while we’re there, just for today or however long it takes you to hire more help?” she asked. “I trust you to keep me safe between here and there.”
“That could work.” He smiled and pulled her in close, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. “Good morning, my beautiful, smart, sweet mate.”
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink. “Morning, Brexton.”
“Did you want to shower before or after breakfast?”
“I usually shower when the kids are asleep or I never get the chance, but if Mrs. Connors is willing to watch them, I wouldn’t mind cleaning up a little before we eat.”
“Need help washing your back?” he asked, grinning down at her.
“Not if you want to leave the bathroom before the water turns ice cold. If we’re in there together, naked, then I have no doubt washing will the last thing on our minds.” Her cheeks turned even pinker. “And I’m a little sore from last night.”
That sobered him immediately. “Are you all right? Was I too rough?”
“I’m find, Brexton, really. It’s just been a while since I’ve been intimate with anyone, and you’re far larger than any guy I know. A nice hot shower and I’ll be good as new. I’m hoping we can have a repeat later tonight after the kids are asleep.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, frowning as he wondered if they should limit their intimacy. He didn’t like the idea of her being in pain, or any sort of discomfort because of him.
“It’s normal for my body to be a bit tender today,” she said. “I promise. You didn’t do any lasting harm or anything like that. I just need to adjust to your size, and I can’t do that if we aren’t intimate.”
He studied her face and saw the sincerity in her eyes. The thought he might have hurt her had nearly gutted him, but he knew little of intimacy, especially with a human. He’d have to trust that she was being honest and would let him know if he ever did hurt her. The last thing he ever wanted to do was cause his mate any sort of pain. She was the sweetest woman he’d ever met, and deserved so much more than she’d been given. He vowed to be a good mate to her, to protect her and the children, and shower them with affection. A day wouldn’t go by that they didn’t know someone cared about them.
“Use this shower, and take as long as you want,” he said. “I’ll just grab a few things and use the hall bathroom.”
“I’m not kicking you out of your bathroom,” she said.
“You’re not.” He smiled. “I’m volunteering to use another one. I’ll bring my things back in here after my shower.”
“You’re too good to me,” she murmured, then cupped his cheek. “I don’t know how someone didn’t snag your attention before now, but I’m grateful that you’re mine and that I’m yours.”
“No one will ever separate us, Blossom.”
He kissed her once more, then gathered his things from the shower, grabbed some clothes, and headed to the bathroom attached to the room he’d originally given her. Her things had been put away, but they would need to be moved to their bedroom now that she was his mate. If Blossom didn’t get a chance to do it herself, he’d ask Mrs. Connors if she would mind helping. As happy as the woman seemed to be over his claiming of Blossom, she would possibly take care of the matter before he even had a chance to ask.
Brexton quickly washed his hair, then put in the conditioner his stylist had insisted that he use. He had never cared much about hair products and would hate the stuff if it didn’t smell like mint. He had to admit it made his hair soft, which he’d been assured females would like, but it had never been a concern before. He also had special stuff he’d been instructed to use on his beard since he refused to shave it off. By the time he’d dried off, pulled on his boxer briefs and a pair of black pants, Blossom was out of the shower and rummaging through her things.
He leaned against the bathroom doorway and just smiled as he watched her. She hadn’t noticed his presence yet, and when her towel dropped, his cock stood at attention. He had one sexy mate, that was for certain. When she leaned over to get something out of the bottom drawer, he couldn’t stifle his groan. Perfect! She was perfect in every way imaginable.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, eyebrow arched and a smirk on her lips. “Like what you see?”
“Definitely.”
She shook her head, then stood up and pulled on a pair of panties. When she put on her bra, he was amazed at how dexterous she was. If he’d attempted those moves, he’d have turned into that human food called a pretzel. He couldn’t look away as she got dressed.
“I’m glad you’re mine,” he said. “If that intern at the studio hadn’t told me you needed help, we may have never met, and I’d have missed out on having you and the children in my life.”
“Remind me to thank her,” Blossom said. “I think we owe her a spa package or something.”
“I’ll see to it,” he said.
