Chapter Twenty-Five
Greer
Tenn came home early and kissed me quickly then stomped directly into the library and shut the door behind him. Something definitely was up, but also my babe was starving so I would finish my second Philly cheesesteak of the day and then check on him.
After downing the sandwich, I opened the door to the library to see my mate pacing the floor. He’d shed his jacket and vest, even laid his tie across the nearest chair, discarded like it inhibited him.
“Talk to me, my love,” I sang, hoping to soothe him.
“Come here,” he said, turning to sit down on the comfy couch. He patted his lap. Lately, he loved for me to sit on his lap while he read to me at night.
There wouldn’t be any reading today. My man had something heavy on his heart. I could tell.
I sat down and for a while we stayed in silence. Tenn rubbed my belly and sighed so many times, I thought he might hyperventilate.
“Anything that happened, we will work it out,” I whispered then nibbled on his chin.
“I lost my job today. My mother dangled some summer position in front of my face, but I think it’s time for me to find something away from her.”
There had to be more than that. We had recently talked about melding our finances, and he knew we were more than fine with my new business booming. My parents had left me the house, so there was no mortgage.
“What else?” I acted on my hunch.
“She said something unforgivable. I think today when I said goodbye to her, I said goodbye for good. I’m all tied up inside.”
I sat up. “What did she say?”
He shook his head. “She alluded to me not being the father of the baby.”
Now I was pissed. “How dare she? You know better.”
“Oh, I do, my love. It was the last straw for me and her. Now I need to update my résumé and get another job.”
Something came to me, and I didn’t realize why I hadn’t thought of it before. “Come work for me, then.”
“What?” He chuckled and then sobered.
“Come work for me. Jarmin is handling the marketing right now, but I really need someone full-time. We could be together all the time. And you’re the one who inspired the whole damn thing anyway. What do you think?”
I hoped he would take the offer seriously.
“Let me think about it, okay?”
I agreed. “In the meantime, I’m wondering if there’s a way we can relieve some of that stress.” I reached down and stroked myself through my unflattering paternity jeans.
“We should be able to think of something.” Tenn unbuttoned his shirt. Since I’d gotten bigger, we had to be creative in positions, but our mutual hunger never waned. In fact, I wanted him now more than ever.
He snapped his fingers. “I’ve got an idea. Stand up, omega mine.”
We stood and stripped right there in the library. Tenn wrapped one arm around me and pumped my cock while his, already thickened and hard for me, settled between my cheeks. I shivered as he nibbled and licked at my neck while rocking his hips against my ass.
“Is this sensitive?” he asked, reaching up to pinch my pert nipple.
“Yes, but in a good way. Harder, alpha.”
He did as I asked until a ripple of pleasure pulsed through my body. “I thought you had an idea.”
“I do.” He released me and sat down on the couch, again patting his lap. I sat down slowly, both balancing my new body and positioning myself. I gasped as the bulb of his cock entered me. I rocked up and down while he reached around my waist and stroked my dick. When we had both climaxed, I lay back against him, his knot still pulsing inside me.
“That did the trick, omega. Damn, I love you.”
I chuckled. “I love you more.”
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The next day, at the pet adoption sponsored by Just One Lick, Tenn insisted on coming with me. He wanted to be supportive of the event, but more than that, I think he was getting his feet wet with the business. I hadn’t mentioned anything else about working with me, but from his faraway stares, I knew he was considering the possibility.
“There’s just one left,” Tenn said, coming up behind me and pointing at a lone wiener dog, a black version of Shrimp with white socks and one brown ear. He wasn’t the prettiest dog, but from the kids petting him all day, I could tell how gentle and sweet he.
“Aww, that’s so sad.”
“You know, you could always foster him until we find a forever home,” Doris, the woman in charge of the adoption agency, cooed at us.
“We already have Shrimp,” Tenn said. “But maybe he would like a friend.”
“He’s very loveable. Why don’t you take him for the weekend, and I’ll check in on Monday. Maybe he will grow on you.”
Tenn tightened his hold on me. “What do you think, love?”
“What’s his name?” I asked, wanting to know more before I committed.
Doris winked at me. “Grits. My favorite breakfast as a kid.”
“Shrimp and Grits, Greer. Shrimp and Grits.”
Of course his name was Grits. I thought maybe Doris just made that up.