I would’ve loved nothing more than to lie in bed with him all day, but the bakery has to be opened today. It’s Sunday, and we’re only open until noon anyways.
“Just getting my scent back on you,” he says, rubbing against me.
“I’m pretty sure it’s permanently on me,” I giggle, as the whiskers of his beard tickle my neck.
“I told you not to shower,” he complains, taking my earlobe into his mouth. He pouted this morning. Yes, pouted when I insisted on a shower before coming to work. He said I was washing away all his hard work.
“I recall you rather enjoying that shower,” I remind him.
He groans against me like he’s recalling it, pressing his hard, jean-covered cock against my pussy.
Suddenly, he retreats, pulling me off the counter, and my feet hit the floor. My dress falls back into place just as Gwen comes pushing through the door to the kitchen, X—of course—a heartbeat behind her.
She stops, a big smile pasted across her face.
“I knew you’d be all mated by this morning,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. X lazily leans up against the wall. He never seems to have much to say, but Gwen can talk enough for everyone, and he seems to like to watch her do it.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, looking down to make sure I’m decent, though I don’t think Stone would have let anyone in the room if something was showing. I know she can smell what was going on, and pink hits my cheeks. Stone pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around me in a possessive hold. We haven’t been out together yet, and I still wonder what it will be like when the rest of the pack is around. I normally fade to the back.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be here. I know after this big guy,” she points over her shoulder to X, “got his paws on me, he wouldn’t let me up to breathe. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure someone was here to open this place up. I don’t trust those stepsisters of yours to do shit.”
I glance up at Stone, wanting to see his reaction to Gwen's words, but he just has a big smile across his face, too. It’s then I realize I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that before. It reaches all the way to his eyes.
He glances down at me, the smile dropping a little. “Are Tamara and Trish not doing their share at the bakery? I can have a word with them.”
I hear Gwen huff.
“No, don’t,” I quickly rebuff. One, I don’t want him anywhere near my stepsisters, and two, I have a feeling if Stone finds out how miserable I was living there, it will eat him up inside. I want that smile he just had to light up his face again. He would be devastated to know that I wasn’t treated right, and there’s no way for him to go back and change it. I want to move forward and see him smile like that for the rest of our lives.
“You sure?” His other hand comes up to cup my face as he bends down to rub his nose against mine. God, I love when he does that. It’s such a silly, sweet thing for this big alpha to do.
“Positive.” I lean in a little, pressing my mouth to his.
“All right.” He pulls me flush against his body, rubbing against me.
“Stone, I promise your smell is all over me.”
“I know. I want to make sure I’m covered in yours, too.”
His words make me smile. He lets me go, and we both look over at Gwen and X, having forgotten about them for a moment. Gwen is still rocking the giant smile.
“I need a word with you,” Stone says, his eyes locking on X.
X nods. “I smelt it, too.”
Cupping my face, Stone rests his forehead against mine. “Promise me you won’t leave this bakery.”
He pulls back and looks over at Gwen. “You staying?”
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait for you boys to leave because there’s going to be some serious girl talk going down.”
Stone just shakes his head, pulling his eyes back to me.
“I promise,” I confirm, before he can ask again. I see some tension drain from his shoulders, and I know he’s going to be like this until they find the shifter that seems to be roaming around. Besides, where am I going to go? I want him to go do what he needs to do and not worry about me. The sooner the shifter is found, the sooner Stone can loosen up.
“Kiss me,” I tell him. His lips instantly come to mine in a soft, sweet kiss.
“I’ll be back before you close,” he says, then places a kiss on my mate mark before finally letting me go.
“Wait.” I grab a box from under the counter and place a few treats in it. The cinnamon rolls are still nice and warm. “A real breakfast.”
He takes the box from me, leaning in to whisper in my ear even though everyone in the room is a shifter and can hear him. “They won’t be as sweet as the breakfast you already gave me.”