‘Better skedaddle, Napoleon. Baggie, it’s my turn.’In a flash, I was atop my mate, butt naked. Just the way I liked it. I vaguely registered my little mouse friend slipping from my arm and diving into Saige’s hair. Little shit was always trying to nap there… or in Cam’s top knot.
“My Alpha,” she breathed, cupping my cheeks and pulling my lips to hers. By the moon, I could kiss her for hours and hours. Days. Forever.
“Missed you so much, Cub,” I whispered against her ear.
“Mmm, I missed you more,” she replied, and I shook my head with a chuckle.
“Not possible.”
“What are we, chopped liver?” Fischer said, I assumed to Sloane.
My head snapped up and I stared at my friend. He still had his tactical gear on, his hair more wild than usual. It had been getting longer, too. My ass began to wiggle, and he stopped smiling.
“Don't even think about it,” he said sternly.
“Think about what?” Saige asked, confused.
Sloane whooped. “Get him, K!”
With a warrior cry, I dove forward and rolled.
“Oh shit!” Fischer shouted, turning and preparing to run.
“Move it, Fischer! He's gonna catch you,” Sloane called out, as he helped Saige up.
“Come here, little Fishy,” I teased, sprinting after him.
He looked back over his shoulder, and stumbled as he began laughing. I caught him in three strides, tackling him with the finesse of an NFL star.
“Fuck,” he groaned, when we hit the ground. He burst out laughing, rolling onto his back and holding his stomach. “Bro, your dick was like a weapon.”
“It didn't impede my ability to capture you... though I don't think I've ever sprinted with an erection before.” I looked down at my thighs, frowning at the two red marks that had been left behind from my dick traveling at high speeds with no restraints.I bet this is how women feel when they run without a bra. That must be horrific.
Oh well.
“I fucking missed you,” I told Fish, leaning down to plant a kiss right on his mouth.
“Good gods, Kai,” he chuckled, pushing me off of him so he could sit up.
“That was hot! Do it again!” Sprout shouted across the yard.
Fish pulled me up and we walked back over toward the house. The door flew open and Cam, Bram, and Faris all tumbled out like some kind of bad boy gang.Is that how we look when we walk around together?
“You're back,” Cam stated, staring Sprout down.
“Yes, we are,” Sloane replied, pulling Saige against his body.
Bram just had his arms crossed over his chest, looking pissed all over again.
“Viper, are you okay?” Saige asked Faris. “Your head?”
“All better. Was just a bump.” He winked, and she smiled brightly at him.
“You smell different,” Bram announced, his eyes locked on our girl.
“W-what? No I don't,” she stammered, which had all of us turning to look at her.
Bram stepped closer and bent down to get a better sniff. “Yes, you do.”
