Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Knowing I need to play nice with the future outlaws, I invite them to stay for brunch. It ends up being the most uncomfortable two hours I’ve ever spent in my life. Attempting to consume human food while the God of Love glares at you turns my stomach. By the time we walk the Amors to the door, I’ve had my limit for the day.
“Thank you for trying so hard to reassure my dad.” Aurora wraps her silky arms around my waist and leans up to kiss my chin. “Don’t worry. The big lug will come around.”
I’m not so sure, but I don’t argue with my love.
That night, I lay in the dark with Aurora curled up next to me making plans. Thankfully, my fae blood allows me to survive on very little sleep.
My little mate doesn’t argue when I convince her to move in permanently. When she introduces me to her older brother, I discover friendship. Over the next few weeks, I manage to cut back my hours at the war council to spend more time with my girl.
August teaches me to play video games, and I develop a whole new obsession. Before long, my mate’s brother spends several afternoons a week at the penthouse playing games with me. It’s a welcome distraction while I adjust to life on the outside.
“You sound like you’ve been in prison.” Aurora sits next to me on the sofa. I felt her slipping into my consciousness earlier but didn’t stop her entry. I have nothing to hide from my little love.
“Being away from you is like prison.” I hug her luscious curves tight.
“You’re such a suck-up,” she teases before squealing when I throw her over my shoulder.
“I’ll show you sucking up. And down.” I smack her curvy ass and feel a tremor run through her body. My little love likes a good spanking every now and then.
Chapter 9
Aurora
Over the next few months, we finish up the renovations on the penthouse, and Nix officially retires from the war council. Our life settles into a fairly normal pattern. Well, mostly normal. My dad still gives Nix hell any chance he gets, but my fae hottie takes it in stride. Hopefully, my father will reconsider when he finds out we’re going to have a little fae munchkin soon.
When I started feeling a little off a few weeks ago, I thought it was the stress of moving and settling into my new home that was to blame for the ailment. Before long, other signs popped up. When the smell of fish sent me rushing to the bathroom, I couldn’t deny it any longer. Our frequent “mating” had produced lifelong results, too.
Nix taught me to keep certain thoughts private, and I’m using my new skill to hide this from my mate. Not for long, but until I have time to find the right way to tell him.
Luckily, I have tons of other things keeping my poor mind occupied. We moved Design Goddesses into the extra study. I had planned to put my little cottage on the market, but my brother decided to buy it from me. August doesn’t share our father’s reservations about Nix. Matter of fact, the two men became best friends almost instantly. I’m getting tired of my brother coming over to play video games with my mate daily.
Once I finish up for the day, I head to the den and find Nix and August glued to the screen, fighting an imaginary war. “You should leave before traffic gets bad.” I don’t care if it’s rude. I haven’t seen my husband since lunchtime, and I’m missing his touch.
“I guess that’s my sign to leave.” August stands up and stretches. “You want to pick this up again tomorrow?” He glances over at Nix.
“I can’t.” My mate refuses before I’m able to put my foot down. “I’m taking my little love away for the weekend.” That’s news to me.
“Well, I’ll see you Monday then.” August isn’t fazed. He gives me a little peck on the cheek and heads out.
“When did you plan on telling me about our,” I emphasize our, “plans?”
“I planned to fuck you until you couldn’t stand, then inform you, but your bonehead brother changed my plans.”
“You know you love my bonehead brother.” I wrap my arms around his waist before glancing up to wiggle my eyebrows. “I have a great idea. Why don’t I act like I know nothing, and you can carry out your plan?”
I squeal as my mate throws me over his shoulder and races for the bedroom. His warm palm comes down hard on my backside a few times, and the quick smacks cause tiny bites of pleasure-pain to shoot straight to my pussy.
My laughter turns to groans as he uses his magic to rip our clothes away. I’ll never complain about that little trick. “You’re soaking wet.” He slips his finger between my legs and traces my intimate lips. “I should probably do something about that.”