Chapter Thirty-Two
Corey
Corey was woken up the next morning by the sound of laughter. Lots of deep, rumbling laughter. She opened her eyes and saw bright yellow. What the hell? She pulled a Post-it off her forehead and turned it around.
Baby, put some actual clothes on before you come out of our room please.
Dom had stuck a yellow Post-it on her face. Lovely. Once she was wearing “actual clothes,” she followed the sound of voices. Dom, Jasper, and Riley were sitting at the bar eating massive plates of food, and the kitchen was a disaster.
“Good morning, baby. Did we wake you?” Dom reached his arm out for her to come to him. Both Riley and Jasper mumbled good mornings around mouths full of toast.
“The sound of y’all laughing is what actually woke me up. Although I’m not sure how I missed the sound of the explosion from the bomb that went off in the kitchen.” She leaned against Dom’s side and let him feed her a perfectly crisp piece of bacon.
“Don’t worry, we’ll clean it up.” He patted her ass affectionately.
Corey was amazed at how at ease and calm he seemed. Last night had been crazy, one crisis after another. “Oh, I know you will.” She left him to go make herself a plate. Everything smelled amazing. “How are you feeling this morning, Jasper? Sore? I have some ibuprofen if you want.”
“I feel okay. A little stiff. I’m really sorry about all the problems we caused. I don’t know what came over my brother. He’s never acted like that before. Riley told me how you and Baze took care of me.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me stay here too.”
Corey smiled at him. “No worries, kiddo. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Hey, Coach, do you mind if Riley and I hit the track? I’ll be back in time for my parents to get here, but I feel all cagey.” Jasper rinsed his dish and sat it in the sink.
“Yeah, go ahead, burn off whatever you need to. But be back here by ten.” Dom waited until both boys left the kitchen and for the front door close. Then he turned to Corey, who’d joined him at the bar to eat. “Mr. Franklin will be here in about forty-five minutes; he’s going over to talk to Jace at the dorms with Baze and then he’ll be here to talk to Jasper.”
“Is that it? I mean Jace gets a stern talking-to by his daddy and then he’s off the hook? Seems a little light as far as punishments go. And what is that guy’s first name? Why do y’all call him Mr. Franklin all the time?” Corey moaned when she took her first bite of eggs. “Oh my god, babe. Did you make these?”
“No. Riley did. And I don’t know his first name. He introduces himself as Mr. Franklin. It’s kind of funny actually.” He paused while Corey took another bite, closed her eyes, and moaned again. “And as far as punishment goes, that’s how it’s done with the shifters when they fight amongst themselves. I don’t make the rules, but I’m required to follow them.”
“Holy crap. I love that kid. These are the best eggs I’ve ever had.” She made another sound indicating deliciousness.
“Corey, please stop making those noises. I’m about two seconds away from putting your ass on this bar and eating you instead.”
She didn’t know how he did it, but his words always seemed to bring her close to the edge. She shoved her plate to the side and placed her hand on his thigh, close to his already rigid cock. She started to rub him through his pants. “That actually sounds like an amazing idea. Hurry before this house fills up with shifters again.”
Dom grabbed her face and plunged his tongue into her mouth like he feared he’d never get his fill of her. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged lightly. Corey groaned against his mouth. She loved him like this, rough, doling out the tiniest hint of pain. He moved his hands down her body and guided her off her chair onto his lap. She was straddling him, rocking against him, trying to find some release. She needed more. His kisses were sinful, but she wanted his mouth on—
“WHOA. I am so sorry. Holy shit, we knocked but no one answered. I figured the boys were still here so it would be safe to walk in. Oh my god. So sorry, man.” Keller had his hands over his eyes and Linc was beside him, grinning like he saw Corey naked even though she was fully clothed.
Dom took a deep breath and touched his forehead to Corey’s. She was the one who spoke first. “Hey, guys, want some breakfast? And for future reference, always wait for us to answer the door. There is never a safe time to walk into this house.” She winked at them as she climbed off Dom’s lap. She looked down and saw that he was straining against his loose-fitting pants then said, “I’m going to go finish getting dressed. Sorry, babe, going to have to walk that one off. Maybe you could do it by cleaning the kitchen?” She bit his neck, enough to get his attention and let him know she was serious about him cleaning up the mess.