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He didn’t need to say that he was crazy about me or even that he was falling for me the way I was for him. Both my wolf and I knew that without needing a single word of confirmation. His actions showed us how he felt in a thousand little ways. I fell into a deep sleep, content and sated.

Chapter Eight

Scarlet

The sound of angry voices woke me after way too few hours of sleep. I rolled over, expecting to find Darrel still snoozing on his pillow, but his side of the bed was empty.

I pressed my face into his pillow and let my wolf shamelessly inhale his scent. Darrel and I had driven back after snoozing a couple of hours in the meadow. We’d showered like zombies, and I’d fallen asleep cradled in his arms. Even though I knew today had a long and ever-growing to-do list, I was in no hurry to climb out from under the cozy, plush comforter. I was halfway back asleep when the door creaked open.

“Did you really sneak out of bed on me?” I teased, mumbling into my pillow.

“I see how it is,” said an amused voice. “I leave for a few days, and you move out of my room.”

“Aaron,” I said, rolling over and blinking up at my first true mate. “You’re here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you can summon the proper guilt later,” he said with a wink. He pounced onto the bed, rolling over and settling beside me. He propped his head on one hand, the other slipping down to my hip. “You do feel guilty, right?”

“Guilty?” I asked, with a half-asleep snort. “Darrel’s my mate, too.”

“Oh, we all know that.” Aaron waved a dismissive hand. “Trust me. And it’s okay if you move in here. I could use that extra drawer.”

“Really?” I asked, feeling suddenly shitty for assuming Aaron wanted me to crash in his room forever. I’d just moved in. A weird feeling writhed in my stomach, and I realized that I’d just assumed a lot of things about living here. Who just up and moved into someone else’s home after knowing that person for a week? Maybe they’d been tolerating me, thinking it was going to be a short visit, and then I just kept staying.

“No, Honey. I was kidding. I’d tie you to my bed and keep you in my room if you’d let me,” he said with a wicked grin. “If you let me do that, I might even free up some closet space.”

“Aaron Knight,” I said with mock sternness. “Are you implying that I pay for closet space with sexual favors?”

“It’s not a favor if you want to do it,” he said, leaning over to brush his lips over mine. “But any time you want to thank me, I hear that blowjobs are the new thank-you cards.”

Heat suffused my core as I remembered the taste and feel of Darrel’s cock in my mouth last night. I didn’t expect to like it so much. I wondered if taking Aaron into my mouth would turn me on as much.

He inhaled deeply, and I realized the smell of my lust was pumping into the room. His brows rose and gaze glittered. “I was joking, but...” He pounced and rolled on top of me. “Wow.”

I laughed and threw my arms around his neck. “Tempting as that sounds, it will have to wait,” I said, linking my hands behind his neck and kissing him again. I could hear voices in the other room again, which meant both Darrel and Lance must be up. I checked the clock and was surprised to see it was barely seven.

“You’re all up early,” I commented.

“You... might not want to go out there,” Aaron said as he pressed his body up the length of mine.

Waking up like this, I definitely didn’t want to go out there. But with the way this was going, Aaron and I might end up doing something we shouldn’t be doing in Darrel’s bed. Aaron had this way of making me forget everything, and that would be very wrong right here and now. I kissed him one more time and said, “I kind of have to go out there.”

“Alright, then you probably should know that Darrel told Lance and me over coffee that we both needed to start dating you rather than only trying to fuck you. After that, he said some shit about the cosmos and marriage.”

I reeled back. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Aaron gave an apologetic grimace. “Not this time. And for some reason, this really seemed to hit a sore spot with Lance. They’re about two seconds from murdering each other...” When I wriggled against Aaron, fighting to get up, he corrected, “With glares, not fists.”

I fell back. “I could kill Darrel myself.”

Annoyance surged through me, but I also immediately knew that I should have seen it coming. Darrel was forthright to the point of being overly blunt. He was also too perceptive. Settling back, I stared up into Aaron’s citrine eyes. “Why is it that the things that I like most about you guys are also the things that drive me up a wall?”

“I’ve never had a relationship that lasted past a couple of fights, but I’m guessing that one is pretty normal.” He gave me a look that I couldn’t quite read. “Lance seemed to take it all uncharacteristically personal. He said something like, the only one you expressed any interest in dating was Darrel, who was also the only one of us you automatically fell into a serious relationship with. You might want to stay safely in here with me until they stop fighting. I slipped off because I figured it didn’t apply to me. I’ve been trying to date you for weeks, and you’re just using me for my body.”

He said it like a joke, but his words gutted me. “This isn’t my thing, Aaron. I just made some stupid off-hand comment to Darrel about wanting to get to know all of you better. And you haven’t been trying to date me.”

He leaned his forehead against mine. “I haven’t? What about two weekends ago when I tried to take you bowling?”

“Bowling? That’s a friend date.” I shrugged. “I didn’t know that you were asking me on a date-date.”