“Did claiming Abby help?”
Moe thought about it and had to admit the fire had died down.
“I think it did.”
“Happy to help,” Abby quipped.
“Abby, love, I didn’t mean to make you feel like what we did…”
Abby cut Moe off by running her hands down his washboard abs. “One, I’m not very high maintenance. I’m pretty laid back. So, unless I am cussing at you or ignoring you, I’m not angry. It really takes a lot to piss me off, and assuring our mate that he hasn’t hurt you by putting off the claiming of him seems like the loving thing to do. I would be more pissed off if you were a dick about it. Two, from the very little you were able to tell me before the clothes were ripped off, Rhys was put through hell. I am all for whatever efforts helps him, so no worrying about claiming me either, Rhys, I’m sure everything will be okay. Finally, I have one last request concerning our mating. As much as I think this apartment is adorable, I don’t think it will be enough for the three of us. Can we get a real house? I’m a field biologist so I’m going to need an office and maybe some space for a small field lab.” Abby took a deep breath.
Moe blinked at her.
“I kinda agree with Abby. I wouldn’t mind a house. Not that I mind the bar, but you only have this one-room studio. It wasn’t an issue with the two of us, but it’s going to get real cramped in here real quick with three people.” Rhys kissed on the side of Moe’s neck. Abby seemed to take her cue from Rhys and started nuzzling the other side of his neck.
Moe lay there and wondered how long he should let them try and convince him before he gave in. When he thought he was at the point where he would be going to hell if he let them continue, he sighed happily and pulled their bodies closer.
“I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together,” he said finally.
“Oh Moe, thank you! I know that I am new to this mating and to town, this means the world to me. I’ve never had my own place before. I move around so much that if I wasn’t on assignment I lived out of my car and stayed with Cassie or Meg or Gray’s place when he was overseas.”
Moe growled low and heard Rhys’s answering hiss.
“Who the hell is Gray?” he demanded.
Abby looked at them and broke into a bright smile. “You’re both jealous! Oh my god I love it! No one has ever been jealous of me before. I mean Camille yeah, she’s hot. But never me. I’m not pretty enough to be jealous over. I am so going to fall in love with you guys.” Abby sighed and laid her head on Moe’s stomach.
Moe looked at Rhys, who was staring up at him. This was the second time their mate alluded to the fact that she wasn’t pretty.
“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m glad this is a ménage mating and I have Rhys to help keep other males away from you.” Moe growled.
Abby looked at him shocked. “You really think I’m beautiful?” she whispered, tears in her eyes.
“Yes. To the point I only want you hanging out with the lions, they are mostly gay,” Moe said, frowning.
Abby looked at Rhys who was nodding in agreement. She giggled and kissed his chest. Moe looked at Rhys who was gazing down at Abby with a gentle expression. He bet he had the same dopey look on his face.
“As much as I hate to say this, we’re going to have to go back to the diner. I dropped my backpack there and I’m starving,” Abby said, her head popping up. She stretched and bounced out of bed.
“Come on, slow pokes!” She danced her way to the bathroom, humming happily.
“Does she remind you of…”
“Don’t say it…”
“Rebecca?” Rhys asked.
Moe closed his eyes but was smiling. “She’s our AbbyGirl. Her own rambling lovable self,” Moe said.
“Do we have insurance?” Rhys asked.
Moe groaned and his mate laughed at him. Moe reached for Rhys to punish him but he was too quick.
“Come on, slow poke,” Rhys sang, imitating Abby.
Moe lay in his bed, unable to feel anything from the waist down.
Life was good.
