“Goodnight. Or morning, I guess.”
He chuckled softly.
I fell asleep quickly, wrapped in his arms and his scent.
eleven
BO
Madison was definitelyon board when I woke her up with my face between her thighs around lunchtime. When she slid onto my cock after her third orgasm, we were so fucking lost in each other’s bodies, it was unreal.
The sun was setting when we finally made it out of bed, our stomachs growling and our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.
She sat on the countertop while I made sandwiches, and we asked each other questions about our jobs.
She was easy to talk to. Easier than anyone I’d ever met. Even easier than Artie, and he may as well have been my brother.
I wasn’t letting myself think about the fact that she’d be gone in a few days.
If I did, I was afraid my bear would take over and stop her from leaving.
As much as I wanted her to be mine, she didn’t belong to me. Not because of fate or anything else. We were having sex, and that was it. There was no other connection holding us together.
I tried to tell myself that, at least.
Another storm was raging outside when I opened the window to check how deep the snow was, so I closed it pretty quickly.
“Guess we have another day or two.” Madi’s voice was more upbeat than I’d ever heard it when we were teenagers.
I wanted to believe that was because of me, but I knew her upcoming escape from the alpha was the real reason for her positivity.
“At least,” I agreed.
“This time, I really am going to kick your ass in Call of Duty.”
I fucking loved how much she wanted to beat me. I wouldn’t even mind losing to her, but she was having so much fun with our competition to ever let her know that. “Keep telling yourself that, Mads.”
“I will.”
“Unless I destroy you first.” I ran a hand up her thigh as I returned to the pan of sandwiches. Grilled cheese, tomatoes, and bacon. One of the world’s best combinations.
Other than steak.
Steak didn’t count. That was god-tier food.
I made a mental note to thaw some for dinner the next day.
“In your dreams,” she shot back.
“Always.”
I didn’t dream about beating her in video games.
Now, I dreamed about biting her.
Which wasn’t going to happen.
So yeah, I’d let her believe I was dreaming about crushing her at video games. She didn’t want or need to know the truth.
