His pout deepens. “No… I don’t know…”
“We could watch a movie.”
He perks slightly. “Really?”
“I don’t see why not. I can multi-task.”
He hesitates, then glowers. “You’re not going to make me watch one ofyours, are you?”
“God, no, Ihatewatching my movies.”
Mischief glints in his eyes. “Oh…”
“Remote’s on the coffee table. You can pick whatever you want.”
Mylo heads over to the couch while I gather the plates and put them in the sink.
I hear faintly as he mutters under his breath, “Leather is a stupid thing to make a couch out of… And who the fuck picked these sorry excuses for pillows…”
I can’t hold back my smile, so I futz around at the sink, opting to hand wash the dishes and take my time doing so.
My ears track Mylo as he digs through the storage ottoman and blanket ladder in the living room, then doubles back to the bedroom, emerging again with a comforter well-infused with our scent and a few pillows.
As I polish the silverware beyond a perfect shine and put on another kettle for more tea, Mylo works methodically to pile the blankets and pillows on and around the couch until he’s satisfied. Finally, he huffs and plops down. His scent drifts toward happiness.
I bring over the fresh tea and set it on the coffee table, then settle down next to Mylo as he flips through the streaming service’s menu.
“Cute nest,” I say lightly.
He looks over in incredulous surprise. “What nest? I didn’t—” And then he realizes, blush slowly creeping up his neck to make his cheeks bright pink. His brow furrows, and he forces his attention back to the TV. “Oh, look at that, it’s a Christine Evansworth movie, I guess we can watch this one.”
I draw in a sharp breath as the familiar title sequence begins to play. “Ah… touché.”
Mylo’s blush lingers, quickly becoming that feverish urgency of his heat.
I sprawl across the couch, shoving a leg behind him.
“Hey, don’t hog the whole?—”
I pull him down onto my chest, sliding a hand down to part both our robes.
“Aw, poor thing…” I drag a finger up the length of his cock, sending him shuddering. “Already so hard.”
His grumbles of embarrassment vanish into a gasp as I pull him inside, settling his hips between mine and pressing his cheek to my breast.
He gives a delicious moment of resistance, then relents, moaning quietly with relief as his cock throbs.
I squeeze my inner muscles, earning a whimper as his little omega knot swells. This time, it’s enough to complete the lock. Mylo couldn’t go anywhere even if he wanted to, but he seems content to lie across my chest, throbbing and dripping.
The movie opens with a wide shot, and the screen readsSanta Barbara.
“Not far from here,” Mylo comments.
“We actually shot that part in Vancouver. It was fucking cold.”
“But you’re all in shorts and stuff.”
“Yep. Depending on which version this is, you may still be able to see my nipples in just about every shot. Ratings board made them edit that out for the TV version.”
