Rob pulled me into his arms, kissing me warmly. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.” I could get used to this, waking in a tangled mass of limbs, fresh coffee already made, a morning kiss. I set the coffee on the railing and wrapped my arms around his neck, really kissing him. Our tongues danced slow and lazy, enjoying each other’s company.
But then the kiss changed, shifting from a greeting to an exploration. It heated me from the inside out, liquifying my core and drenching my lady bits. Rob reached under the shirt and ran his hand up and down my back, sending chills across my skin.
That was nothing compared to what his other hand was doing. He dipped his fingers below the elastic waistband of my panties, immediately striking gold when he brushed across my eager clit. My knees wobbled. He pulled me closer, holding me upright as he increased his assault.
I kissed him harder, whimpering into his mouth. He upped the pace of his impromptu finger massage. Not wanting him to feel left out—well, parts of him, anyway—I reached inside his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his impressive cock, stroking him in time with the way he stroked me.
My climax built, the surge of pleasure driving me to stroke faster. He nipped at my earlobe, his whiskers scratching my cheek. “Jesus, Reed. Much more of that and I’ll have to take you—” He stopped in a hiss as my nails dug into his shoulder when the orgasm hit me. My knees buckled. He held me up and continued the attack on my clit, causing wave after wave to crash down.
He grunted and stiffened as his release took over. Only after the surge of pleasure ebbed did I stop stroking and remove my hand from his shorts. He pulled back, and we stared at each other.
And then we burst into a fit of the giggles.
We were still laughing even after we cleaned up and dressed, fresh cups of coffee in our hands as we stood staring out at the forest surrounding the cabin. “It really is peaceful out here.”
“When I’m not making you make those cute little noises.” He shot me a sideways look full of hidden meaning. “It was no secret what we were doing out here.”
“You started it.” And he, indeed, finished it. Suddenly starving, I turned to go back inside and rummage through the fridge to make something for breakfast. “I’m hungry.”
“I don’t have any food.” He followed me inside and into the kitchen. When a quick assessment of the fridge confirmed his statement, I took to the cabinets. All the canned goods were gross things like peas and beets. Who the hell in their right mind ate beets, and canned ones at that?
“You’re right. You don’t have any food. I guess I’ll eat at Clearwater. Speaking of, I should probably head back to get ready for classes. I’ll need to teach 3C today for Stace.” That sounded so weird to say. Me, a teacher. Who would have ever thought?
“Aren’t you going to go to the Council about Spencer?”
I’d had all night to think about how to approach this. I could go to Virgil Graves and risk him dismissing me again. I could go to Brenda and have her blame me for something else her Barbie bitch of a niece whined about. Stace was out of the question for obvious reasons, and I had no idea how Dean Carter would react if I told him the guy he’d had a hand in importing and currently resided in his school was dark.
So I planned to have the Council come to me.
“I’m going to put on a demonstration, invite the Council to watch the dynamic duo in action. Spencer loves to put on a show, so I’m going to give him a spotlight. I’m going to push him into attacking me in front of the Council.”
“That sounds like a good way to get yourself killed, babe.” Leo walked into the kitchen and over to the coffee, pouring himself a cup before turning and leaning on the counter. His hair actually looked better in the morning than it usually did during the day, the wild curls tame, falling gently around his cute baby face and into his piercing blue eyes. He had on the same clothes as yesterday, the light shirt hugging his trim frame, the jeans hugging his fine ass.
“I know what I’m doing.” It had to work. It just had to.
“What are we talking about?” Clay joined us wearing only his dirty gray slacks. Now he looked more like what I’d expect someone to look like when they just woke up. Dark hair sticking up in crazy angles. Sleep holding his lids at half mass. His beard scraggly. He yawned as he shuffled over to the coffee pot and emptied it into a cup.
“Reed’s suicide mission,” Rob growled, his dark glare on me. He set his square jaw and turned, shaking his head as he stormed out of the room.
“Shocker.” Clay inhaled the steam from his mug. “Rob’s pissed about something.”
“She’s going to battle Spencer in front of the Council to try to get him to attack her the way he’s been attacking us at her lessons.”
His mouth fell open as the way he tensed flexed every visible muscle. “And now I’m pissed. Are you insane? Is losing every battle with that guy not enough for you? Montana, he cheats by using dark magic to steal calls.”
“Don’t forget the forbidden calls,” Leo reminded us, ever so helpful.
“And the fact he’s got Alec on his side,” Rob called out from the living room. “We barely made it out alive when there was one powerful quad after you. With two… I don’t like those odds, Reed.”
Bryan walked out from the spare room, scratching his bare chest and squinting against the light. His jeans sat low on his hips, showing off every
