Laurie’s Wolves(21)

“Ah.” Corbin reached for one hand and pulled it up to his face to kiss her palm. “I will never doubt you.”

“Get up, sleepy. You have several delicious food selections to choose from. Everything from frozen dinners to microwave mac and cheese.” Zach stroked his fingers over her nipple as he spoke, bringing her fully awake.

Corbin watched as her nipple came alive. God, he was going to enjoy watching her blossom in this sexual awakening.

He understood that she’d had sex before. And he had no desire to hear the details, but if her experience was anything like his, there was no way in hell any previous sexual encounter came close to what they’d just done.

He stood, tugging his sweet mate to her feet. When he thought she was less wobbly, he let her go.

She padded toward the table and tapped on some sort of lasagna in a red box.

Corbin lived alone. He had for many years. He was no stranger to frozen dinners. He’d probably had all of them at one point or another in his life. And he could easily devour about every single one of the choices left on the table after his mates made their selections. He was that hungry.

“Do either of you cook?” she asked, lifting her gaze. “I mean normally. Regular food.”

Corbin squished up his nose. “Not well. I can grill a steak. Burgers.” It seemed his mate wasn’t too inclined in that area either. Bummer.

Zach turned from the microwave and shook his head. “I’m not much better. But I make a mean spaghetti. And I can do chili.”

Laurie sagged in defeat and slumped into a chair.

What he loved about her was her apparent lack of modesty.

A slow grin spread across her face, and she sat up straighter. “Just kidding. I love to cook.”

Corbin blew out a breath. “Are you always such a tease?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes.” She turned around and glanced at the room. “Where are my clothes?”

“Who cares?” Zach asked. Of course that was an easy question coming from a man who had his pants on.

As did Corbin. It wasn’t as if the two of them wanted to spend the evening in the buff next to each other on the couch while they watched their mate snooze.

“Hardy har har. You both have pants on.”

“We aren’t as sexy as you.” Corbin leaned over her and kissed her forehead. Her long strawberry curls were a mess. And he thought she looked like an angel.

She cupped his crotch and flattened her palm against his hard length, shocking him. “I beg to differ. Be fair.”

Zach chuckled as he popped her dinner out of the microwave and set it in front of her. “Fair… Huh. Interesting concept from a woman who’s half my size and doesn’t stand a chance against two men who outweigh her by about three hundred pounds altogether.”

She rolled her eyes and reached for one of the forks in the center of the table. “Whatever. Don’t get used to it. I’m not an exhibitionist.”

Corbin crossed to the microwave and popped another random dinner inside. “I seriously doubt you have to worry about any voyeurs peeping in our window tonight.”

She giggled, digging her fork into the steaming lasagna.

Corbin leaned against the counter and stared at her, thanking his lucky stars for aligning the way they had today.

He would have a few messes to clean up when they got back to civilization tomorrow—starting with Veronica and ending with telling his parents—but he found he didn’t put much stock in any problem on his plate. What mattered most was right in front of him.

He shuddered at the idea of telling his parents. Maybe that could wait a few days.

Laurie was his life now. And Zach too, in an unconventional way he was growing to understand. The three of them would stick together through anything.

It was fated.

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“Why is this so much more difficult than yesterday?” Laurie asked as Zach helped her pop her skis on.

He hated how many clothes now covered her delectable body. But it couldn’t be helped. The three of them needed to get down this mountain and back to his place where they could shower and fuck again before his cock grew so stiff it fell off.

Judging from the look on Corbin’s face, he wasn’t faring any better. He pursed his lips as he gathered their belongings and heaved his backpack onto his shoulders. His brow was furrowed. Zach hoped it was because his cock was also as hard as a rock and not something else that concerned him.

He couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Zach tugged the pink hat over his mate’s head and handed her the goggles she’d worn yesterday. “Your legs are tired from the exertion on the slopes yesterday—and in bed.” He grinned. “But seriously, you used muscles you’ve never used before. You’re depleted. And it’s going to be harder to ski in this thick layer of powder too.”