Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I cut her off with a kiss. “I’m not mad, Sugar Plum,” I said against her mouth.
She smiled and kissed me back, her hands moving into my hair. I deepened the kiss, and just as I was about to slip my tongue into her mouth, my stomach growled, loud and long, letting Haven and probably the entire beach know how hungry I was.
She pulled away with a laugh, her forehead pressing against my nose, and I just shook my head.
“Well, while I’m not in any rush, my stomach apparently is,” I said, and she laughed even more.
I moved us both into a sitting position, grabbed my bag, then looked at her. “Don’t get mad,” I said.
“Why would I get mad?”
I pulled out the shorts and the white “California” T-shirt I had bought for her at the beach shop while she tried on her swimsuits, and she looked at them and then glared at me.
“How do you know they’re the right size?” she asked.
“I called Maya,” I muttered, not meeting her eyes.
She stared at me with her jaw dropped, and I waited for the outburst, for the scolding and the complaining and the “I don’t need you to buy things for me” lecture, but it never came.
She just grabbed the clothes from me and stood from the pad, shoving her legs into the shorts. With only a cursory glance over her shoulder at me, she pulled my shirt over her head and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor, exposing her entire bare back to me.
I held myself very still as she took her sweet ass time pulling the new T-shirt on, examining it, and searching for a tag, keeping her back to me the whole time. Her wild, mussed-up bedhead hair fell past her shoulders and moved and swayed with her motions, reminding me of dancing flames.
When she finally pulled the shirt over her head—without a bra on, mind you—I stood up too, pulling my shorts and T-shirt on and sliding my feet into my new sandals.
“You’ll probably want to put your sweater on,” I told her. “It can still be chilly in the mornings, plus the wind,” I said, glancing pointedly at her chest and her hard nipples that stood at attention under her T-shirt.
Her breasts may have been small, but it was cool outside, and the shirt was white.
But she just smiled at me and walked out of the tent. I rushed after her, wrapping one arm around her waist and one around her shoulders, yanking her back against me.
“Sugar Plum,” I scolded. “You cannot possibly think I’m going to let you walk around like this. Not after last night. Not after what you told me.”
“What did I tell you?” she asked, turning her head towards me.
“That you’re mine,” I growled into her ear.
Her throat bobbed, and her ass pushed back against my groin, rubbing against my erection and making my growl turn into a groan.
“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine?” Haven asked.
My lycan nodded his head in my mind enthusiastically, and I gave a low chuckle.
“One hundred percent yes,” I whispered, kissing her ear. “Now, put on your sweater,” I told her, stepping away from her so she could do as I said.
“Bossy,” she grumbled, but she walked back into the tent and pulled her sweater on without another word.
The rest of our day passed by way too quickly. Time seemed to know I wanted the day to last forever, and instead of granting my wish, it did the exact opposite.
Before I knew it, we pulled up to the curb in front of her apartment building.
We’d spent a decent portion of the drive in silence, holding hands and enjoying each other’s presence. There was something so simple, so peaceful about being able to sit in silence with her and it not be awkward.
Before, with any of the other girls I’d dated, I would have tried to come up with something to discuss, something to break the awkward moment, but with her, it was different. I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with small talk or fake niceties. I was content to just be with her.
I put the truck in park and went around to her door, where she sat in her seat waiting for me to open it for her.
“You’re learning, I see,” I said as she hopped down to the sidewalk, my lips twitching.
She rolled her eyes and turned to grab her purse from the floor of the cab. I laughed, grabbed the small bag I had put her things in, then followed her into her building.
“Hey, Maya,” I said as we entered their apartment.
She glanced up at me from where she sat in their dining nook, eating a kale salad, then wrinkled her nose a bit as her eyes slid to Haven.
“Goddess, Wes, could you leave any more of your scent on her?”
she mindlinked me.
“I could,”
I retorted, smiling at her over Haven’s head.
“And you’ll need to get used to it,”
I added.
Her eyes widened, and she looked at Haven again.
“But her birthday isn’t until—“
“Either way,”
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