Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Evan’s grin kicked up a notch. “He was supposed to come with me, but he turned down this hall and stopped and then he noped out. It was so funny. I have to say I’m thrilled I don’t have supersmell. I would love to have the other stuff, but being able to smell when my parents have sex is not a helpful power.”
I felt myself go beet red. “Awesome. I’m taking a shower.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Evan agreed. “I’ll make sure Fen doesn’t eat all the bacon.”
Embarrassment gone. My son was a walking gut, and he needed to remember that I was eating for two and so that made me two walking guts to his one. “Never mind the shower.”
Trent laughed and suddenly there was an arm around my waist, hauling me back toward the bathroom. “Eddie will make more, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up for the day. Fen’s not the only one who can tell what we’ve been doing.”
“But if Fen’s grossed out by his mom and dads making perfectly normal kinky love, he’ll eat less and that’s more for me,” I argued even as I knew I would lose this one.
“Tell Eddie we’ll need half an hour at least,” Gray said as he closed the door behind Evan. He pushed his sweats down and followed us. “We can get her dirty again before we clean her up.”
“Hey, now wait,” I protested.
But they proceeded to show me how fun dirty could be.
* * * *
“She’s pregnant, you know,” Fen said around a mouthful of cinnamon roll, his eyes narrowed. “You can’t get her more pregnant than she already is.”
Apparently my shower hadn’t been enough. “Sex is about more than baby making.”
“As my brother will tell anyone who’s even slightly horny.” Evan seemed thoroughly amused by the events occurring around her this morning.
“Lee’s different. He’s…” Fen seemed to realize what he’d been about to say, and suddenly his mouth was closed.
“He’s what, baby boy?” I was working on my mom voice. From the way Fen went perfectly still, I would say it was getting good.
Fen shrugged. “I was only saying he’s human and not picky about who he sleeps with, and you are extremely discerning. A woman of taste.”
I snorted, barely managing to swallow the coffee I’d just sipped. “Your dads did not mention my tequila years, obviously. And I know you were going to say young. I’m not old. Neither are your dads. And you know even if we were, it would be good for us to still be having sex.” I needed to get off this subject. “How was your run last night?”
Fen relaxed as though he’d managed to avoid a terrible fate. “Good. Had some gumbo but only after I caught a couple of rabbits. Downed a squirrel. There’s some tasty snacks on the bayou.”
Evan made a gagging sound. “Poor bunnies. You know you’re the reason I can’t have a pet.”
“You totally could have had one of the dinosaurs. The little ones loved you,” Fen replied with a frowned. “We can’t have a dog because we’re always on the run and we can’t have a cat because… You get that I’m not ever going to be a cat person, right?”
“You’re not a pixie person either,” Evan countered with a frown of her own. “The only one who will get close to us is Dannan, and he’s Lee’s. I’m a literal faery princess and I should be surrounded by tiny creatures who adore me, but no, you have to eat the squirrels and pixies.”
Oh, we were not doing that. “Fenrir Owens. Did you eat a pixie?”
Fen flushed. “Uh, I was very young and I didn’t know what I was doing, and I was in wolf form at the time. And Trent made me spit the tiny dude back up.”
Trent chuckled. “I had my hand halfway down that wolf’s throat before I found the pixie. He’s fine, but he and the others won’t get close to Fen and that means they shy away from Evan, too. Also, he paid for that.”
“I can still feel the fleas.” Fen scratched behind his ear like they were there.
“They don’t like me either.” Gray hadn’t eaten much. He’d sat down and allowed the brownies to serve him an omelet and bacon, but so far he’d mostly sipped his coffee. “Or your dad. But they adored your mom. Every now and then she would go in and talk to the queen and when she would walk out there would be all these pixies clinging to her hair.”
“That’s how I remember my mom.” Evan grew obviously wistful. “When I think about her I see this beautiful woman with pixies fluttering around her. I guess it’s why it hurts that they don’t like me.”
“They’re afraid of Fen, and I will fix that,” I vowed.