Her hands cling desperately to me. I catch her before she comes down from her orgasm, rubbing my thumb across her clit and pressing against her until she comes again with a small yelp. Her inner walls spasming and milking my fingers, and she finally slumps forward, boneless and easy against my shoulder. Completely relaxed after quick and dirty stress relief. I purr deep in my chest, I gave her something at least—something she really needed. Really wanted.
I pull my hand out, and she watches me with half-glazed eyes while I put my wet fingers into my mouth and suck her sweet nectar from my knuckles. I missed the way she tasted, salty and tart. I could never get enough of this. She chuckles, and her hand sweeps up to cup my cheek, her hand cradling my mouth arms. She doesn’t say anything, but I enjoy the way she watches me.
The silence is broken by a printer warming up in the distance.
“Oh crap!” She whisper-yells and then slaps a hand over her mouth.
“What is it?” I brush a red curl out of her face. What if she’s changed her mind about what we just did?
“I completely forgot we are in an office and people can hear what we are doing.” Her words are muffled by the hand that she still has covering her mouth. “They absolutely know that I’m in here fucking my boss.”
“I don’t mind people knowing that you are mine.” I stroke my fingers through her hair. Her phone vibrates, indicating a message. And then another message. And then three more in quick succession.
“Ant. I don’t belong to—” She stops herself from talking when her phone buzzes again, pulling away from me gently. “Let me go.” Her voice tinged with irritation.
I move, so she can climb to her feet, but I don’t take my hands off her completely, letting one rest on her shoulder. She rearranges her clothing and takes a deep breath as she pulls out her phone.
“Oh no.” Her eyes go wide, staring at the screen. “Ant. I have to go. My sister is—in the hospital.”
“Is everything alright?” My wings splay out behind me. I’ve only had a sister for a few months, and already I can’t imagine what I would do if something happened to her.
“She’s pregnant. She’s having the baby.” Her face contorts, her voice getting louder the longer she talks. “She’s early. It shouldn’t be happening yet. She wasn’t due for another two weeks. Oh my goodness, I’m terrible. I should be there. I should be there for her. It’s her first kid. She’s my baby sister.”
Her fingers fly across her phone in a rapid flurry, her feet already taking her around the room in a nervous pace.
“She’s at St. Augustine. It’s all the way across town.” She gnaws at the corner of her thumb. “I should go. I should go right now.” She’s muttering without any real concern if I hear her. “This time of day, rush hour, it’ll take me almost an hour to get there?—”
“You shouldn’t be driving right now,” I say.
“Well, I don’t have much of an option, do I?” she snaps.
“Let me take you. I can fly you there.”
Her eyes dart up from her phone. “You’d do that?”
“Of course!” My hands flex at my sides, eager to touch her. “Anything for—a friend.”
She gives me a worried smile and turns back to her phone. Her fingers resume typing before she finally looks back up at me.
“Okay. We have to go right now, though.”
“Alright.” I nod, and her shoulders finally relax a fraction. My perfect mate. I will keep her safe and happy.
28
PIPER
It’s only a few short minutes until Ant has me wrapped in his arms as we fly above the packed city streets. He is traveling much faster than the last time he carried me. We are easily overcoming the rush hour traffic. The harsh spring air hits my cheeks and I press my face into his neck ruffle, breathing in his calming vanilla scent.
Everything will be fine. I know. It will be fine. Penny is healthy and young. She’ll be okay. She has to be.
I just didn’t expect this now, today, and I ignored the texts so I could get finger banged in the office. I am such an idiot.
I squeeze Ant just a little bit harder and his arms tighten around me in return. Somehow, he seems to know exactly what I need to feel better. A hug, or an orgasm on someone else’s desk.
When we get to the hospital, I regret having to leave his arms. I try to ignore that feeling. I don’t have time to think about how I’m probably falling in love with this Mothman. Right now, I am focused on my sister and her baby.
“Mom!” I run to hug her first. Then my dad the second I spot them in the waiting room. “Mom, how are they? Is Penny okay? The baby?”
