goodies on the plate. “Cranky boys don’t get fried potatoes and scrambled eggs.”
I’d have been fine with cereal or the goodies he’d let me sneak in the cart from the bakery section the other day…but I could behave for eggs and then get something more fun after he left for the morning. “I’ll play nice.”
Austin gave a dirty snicker. “I hope not.”
Tristan was trying not to laugh, probably afraid he’d encourage the insanity, but it wasn’t working. “Sit.”
Smiling sweetly as everyone giggled, I obeyed and was rewarded with food. As Austin started to open his mouth, Tristan shook his head. “Nope, you do not get food when you show up at a ridiculous hour.”
Sighing dramatically, Austin parked himself next to me and gave my potatoes puppy dog eyes. A lesser omega might have fallen for it, but I just threatened to stab him with my fork. He winked at me and backed off just enough to make me consider relaxing my guard.
“I’m happy. He’s happy.” I thought about what else to say as I ate another bite of his orgasmically wonderful potatoes. I wasn’t going to ask what made them so good because then he might want to actually teach me to cook, but I savored the taste anyway.
“Our date went well and I think our waiter was in the lifestyle, so we might want to have Eddie check him out for the club.” And that led to another thought. “And Tristan had a fun idea about theme nights occasionally, like playing naughty waiters and wicked customers at a restaurant.”
I thought I’d explained everything fairly well, but they just stared at me. “What?”
Tanner rolled his eyes and headed for the coffee pot. “If you think that’s enough to make us go away, you’ve slept through too many parties at Wade’s house.”
That had Wade smiling. It would have looked sweet and innocent to anyone who didn’t know him well enough.
Tristan laughed. “And that’s my cue to go grab a shower.”
“And leave me to these heathens?” He was evil.
He just laughed again as he grabbed his mug of coffee and headed back toward the staircase. Since I’d been abandoned, I turned toward my plate to start eating again just in time to see Austin stealing a potato. He squeaked and jumped up from the table as I waved my fork in his direction.
“I am running on very little sleep and you guys stopped me from getting morning sex. Don’t push me.” I thought I’d done psychotic and sleepy quite well, but they just giggled.
“So how did it go?” Wade pushed away from the counter he’d been leaning against and sat down at the table. Since he didn’t seem like the type to steal my food, I shrugged and started eating again.
As I swallowed, I looked up. “It was good. Honest. We’ve had our rockets and fireworks moments but this was comfortable and nice. I liked that. We…we had a nice time talking and just hanging out.”
“Then you came home and he fucked you into the mattress?” Austin leaned forward eagerly. “Because you’re looking for both…not just one or the other.”
“Oh yes.” I grinned. “He’s got a wonderful imagination.”
And that led to another topic we probably needed to discuss.
With Tristan working so much, they were going to get curious sooner or later. Mentally sighing, I wished for a moment he hadn’t left the room so quickly. But it was probably for the best. This was something I had to do on my own.
He could comfort me later if they lost their marbles.
Austin giggled. “I bet you helped with that imagination part.”
Oh boy.
“Um, yeah…well…” I looked down at my mug and saw it was nearly empty. Getting up from the table to refill my coffee gave me an excuse not to have to look at everyone, so I gladly grabbed at the distraction.
I took my time heading over to the coffee pot while they watched my nervous behavior curiously. “So there’s something I need to confess.”
I saw Jonah look up to the sky like he was praying to some old-fashioned god. “Please let it be he’s an alien or that he won the lottery.”
Laughter bubbled around the room. “Nope on both counts.”
But I appreciated the help breaking the tension.
“Actually, I wanted to tell you about the real reason Tristan is here.” I took a breath and Jonah eagerly jumped in again.
“He’s an alien?” His face was so excited and animated I hated to tell him no.