Cooper reached forward and stroked a finger down her cheek. “You’re flushed. Why’s that?” he teased.
She swatted his hand away. “Just finish making my lunch. I’m starving.”
“If I’m so bossy, maybe I should be the one to sit down and put my feet up while you fix my lunch. I think naked.”
“Hmm.” She tapped her lips, thinking of a comeback. “If we’re sticking with your earlier brand of bossiness, I do believe you should sit down and put your feet up, but only so that you can direct Jackson to fix lunch for me while you watch. I don’t think you’ll be eating at all.”
Cooper chuckled. “I’m okay with that plan, but the only person who would be eating would be Jackson.” He tapped her nose and leaned in closer to finish his thought. “Because the meal would be you, spread out on the glass table while Jackson eats your pussy until you scream uncle.”
“Again,” Jackson began, brushing a loose strand of escaped hair off her shoulder, “I don’t know why the thought of that scene makes my dick so hard I can hardly support my weight, but it’s unnerving.”
Cooper tipped his head back and laughed. “Good. I like knowing I can keep my two, much older, mates on their toes in at least one area.”
“I am not much older, smartass,” Sharon reminded him. “I’m twenty-seven. Barely surpassing your quarter of a century.”
“Well,” Jackson said as he returned to the stove, “as the oldest, tallest, wisest, broadest, and most human of the group, I declare lunch ready.”
Again, that feeling. The one that wormed its way into her heart and made her hands clammy. She was truly blessed.
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Cooper swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. “I have to go into the office.” He sighed. It was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Seriously?” Jackson asked. “After all that lecturing me about how badly I would need to fuck all weekend to the point of taking days off next week, you’re just going to leave?”
Cooper lifted one eyebrow. He was impressed with how quickly Jackson had assimilated and fallen into sync with the two overpowering wolves. “You gonna miss me?”
“Fuck no.” Jackson stood and grabbed several plates before turning to head toward the dishwasher.
Cooper didn’t like the smug look on his face. “What aren’t you saying?”
Jackson lifted his gaze after settling two plates into their slots and grinned. “Me? Nothing. But I wonder how you’re going to get much done at work while I’m here making Sharon’s entire body hum. And since I’m so human, I don’t think I have the hang of blocking you from my wicked thoughts just yet.”
The guy was trying to goad him. Interesting. And so misguided. “Huh. Well, if you want to spend the afternoon fucking Sharon until she can’t walk, I’m okay with that, but you’re going to have to do it in my office.”
“What?” Sharon blurted the word out in a high squeak.
“You didn’t think I was planning to leave you two here to have all the fun without me, did you?” He grinned.
Sharon moaned. “I spent the entire night in your office. I’m tired. You wore me out. I’m not doing it again.”
Cooper wasn’t about to leave her at home. Jackson either. But he did need to tone it down a bit. His sarcasm wasn’t going to continue to win him any award. Eventually the two of them were going to call him out.
“Listen. Here’s the thing. There’s something going on out there. You both know it. And like it or not, it involves us. I can’t be sure what the spirit wants from us, but I can tell you my gut says it’s not as simple as it appears.”
Jackson leaned a hip against the island. “How does this spirit thing usually work?”
Sharon set her elbows on the table and played with a fork in front of her, spinning it around in circles. Her tank top was killing him. And when she leaned forward like that, her breasts became more prominent, the nipples poking against the thin cotton to drive him mad. It was difficult to lift his gaze to her face and concentrate. “So, in the past, with every mating of our siblings, the spirits have made themselves abundantly clear that something was amiss on the planet and they needed to fix it.
“The trouble is that the spirit doesn’t speak, of course. And it’s never simple. So far we’ve seen an earthquake, a casino collapse, an avalanche, and a forest fire.”
“And how long does it take to get these answers?” Jackson asked.