Dana Marie Bell - Heart'sDesire01 (11 page)

Christopher shook his head and headed past Gareth into the kitchen. It was too damn early in the morning to listen to his mate and his brother bickering without the fortification of caffeine. Besides, he bet Gareth had done exactly what Lana said he’d done. Big brother could be more than overprotective at times. He could be a real pain in the ass.

Christopher tried to look on the bright side. At least he knew if anything happened to him, Lana would be well guarded. The volume of the fight increased. He could hear Gareth threatening to stuff Lana in a closet for her own safety.

He winced. Very well guarded.

“Good morning, Chris. Need a mug?”

“Good morning, Annabelle. I would love a mug, thank you.”

She smiled serenely, ignoring Lana’s voice threatening to do more than just kick Gareth’s prized jewels if he ever laid a hand on her again. “Sugar? Cream?”

Christopher took a seat at the banquette and absently scratched his chest, stifling a yawn. “Yes, please. Do I smell Danishes?”

She put the mug in front of him, her expression merry. “Yes, in fact you do. Lemon, cherry or cheese?”

He picked up his mug and took a sip. “God, that’s good. Cheese, please, and thank you.”

“You’re a polite one. I like that.” She brought him a Danish and joined him at the table. They ate peacefully despite the battle raging on in the front of the house. He picked up the newspaper that was lying on the table, opening it to the sports section, settling in for a nice breakfast.

“Ugh! Your brother is impossible.” Lana stomped in and poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Yes, dear.” Christopher turned to the financial pages, handing Gareth the sports section.

“I am not impossible, you’re impossible.” Gareth stole Christopher’s mug, frowning when he saw it was empty.

“I didn’t play grabby with anyone.” She bit savagely into a Danish, glaring at Gareth.

“No, you just kicked me in my,” he darted a quick look at Annabelle, “man parts.”

“You were holding me up in the air and refusing to let go. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not kick me in my man parts? That would have been a good start.”

“How about next time you not assume you know what I’m up to?” Lana crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Gareth.

The mug got slammed down on the table. “You die, my brother dies. What part of this do you not get?” Gareth stood. “I’m going for a walk.” He stomped out of the room. Seconds later they heard the front door slam.

Lana collapsed against the countertop. “He needs to switch to decaf.” She settled onto the bench next to Christopher. “Good morning.” She kissed him on the cheek, her lips sticky from the Danish.

Christopher held still for a moment, shocked. It was the first affectionate gesture she’d shown towards him on her own, and he was stunned by it. “Good morning.”

“You want more coffee?” She took his mug and stood, pouring him a cup. She grabbed a second mug and poured one for herself. “Another Danish?”

He looked over at Annabelle. “When did we replace my mate with a Stepford wife?”

“Ha ha.” She sat back down next to him. “I have to log in about thirty … no, twenty minutes now.

Anything interesting in the paper?”

“Other than the Flyers winning last night, not really.” He smiled to himself when Annabelle winked and left the kitchen. “Now, how about a proper good morning?” He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her in closer to him. Her pleased look was distinctly feminine, full of secrets he was dying to uncover. He gave her a sweet, slow kiss, exploring her mouth, tasting the flavor of cherry and woman. “Mmm. Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“I really need to ask this for obvious reasons. Does kicking a man in the balls always put you in this good a mood?”

She laughed. “No. I just … started thinking about what you and Gareth both said last night.” She put her arms around his neck and sighed. “I need to figure out how to accept this whole mate call thingy you Becketts do. When my car broke down during that storm? I had the feeling it was the Lady trying to tell me something. When Cole was in those woods chasing me, I knew safety was in front of me, and when I saw the wolf I knew I’d found it. Add in everyone telling me I was the answer to your prayers and I know I need to try and work through this.”

He couldn’t help it. He stole another kiss, grateful beyond belief that she was willing to give them a chance. “Thank you.”

“Once this whole Cole thing is over we’re going on a real date. Understood? Just because you didn’t pay your dollar for the marriage lottery like everyone else doesn’t mean you get out of wining and dining me, got it?”

He could do that. “Do I get to seduce you too?”

She bit her lip, a slight flush to her cheeks, her eyes full of promise. “Maybe. If you play your cards right.”

He leaned in and took one more kiss. He could easily get addicted to the taste of her mouth. “At least I won’t be playing solitaire anymore.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “That was bad, wolfman.”

He shrugged. “The caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet.”

She shook her head and pulled away from him with flattering reluctance. “Time to go to work.”

“Bring the laptop into the living room. I’ll set mine up there too and we can work together.” He followed her out of the kitchen, enjoying the sight of her ass swaying lazily in front of him.

“How do you know I’m not on the phone all day long?”

Huh. What does she do for a living? With everything that had happened in the last two days he’d forgotten to ask. “I don’t?”

She snorted, heading up the stairs. He followed after pausing for a moment to enjoy the view.

“You’re lucky, because I’m not.”

“What do you do?”

She looked back at him with a smirk. “I’m an accountant.”

He stumbled. Somehow regimented numbers and tax laws didn’t really fit in with his vision of her.

“Really?”

She wiggled her fingers at him from the bedroom door. “They say I’m magic with numbers.”

“Ouch.” He headed for his bedroom and grabbed his laptop case. Gareth might have stolen his bed but at least he knew better than to touch Chris’s laptop.

“Who do you need to get in touch with over the whole king business?”

“Not sure. I’ll fire off an email to my father, have him look into what’s going on. Meanwhile I need to get some work done too. Do you mind music?”

She paused, putting the laptop down on the coffee table. “In general, no. Why?”

“I like to work with some playing in the background.” It helped set the mood for the work he was doing.

“You have headphones?” She sank gracefully to the floor, getting to hands and knees to plug the laptop in.

That luscious ass of hers was up in the air and she expected him to speak human? The memory of the incredible sex they’d had that morning had him so hard he was surprised there was any blood left in his head. He figured there must be some left there though. He was still breathing.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, rolling her eyes when she saw where his gaze had landed. “Head. Phones.” Each word was accompanied by a wiggle of her ass.

He gulped. He hadn’t thrown his underwear on under his jeans, and now he was going to have a permanent zipper mark up his cock. “Uh.” He was definitely going to have to fuck her in that position. Note to self: pick up lube. He wondered if she’d let him talk her into taking her there.

He bet he could. After all he’d already had her twice when she’d been unsure. If she’d given him a firm no either time, he’d have backed off, threat of blue balls or not. But she hadn’t. She’d given so sweetly, come so beautifully for him, he was permanently addicted.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She sat up, sitting on her heels and holding out her hand. “There. Hand me your plug.”

He blinked. It took him a second to realize she meant the electrical plug. She’d look so incredible with her ass plugged. “Here.”

She plugged in his laptop, giving him another show. “All done. The travel surge protector I had should work for now.” She squirmed around, sitting cross-legged in front of the laptop. She looked up at him with a grin, her eyes drifting lazily over his erection. “Work now, play later.”

He sat down so hard he nearly bounced. “Work. Then play. Got it.” He stared at the blank screen.

“What was I working on?”

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Turning on the laptop.”

He stared down at the top of her head, trying to ignore the way her shoulders shook with her laughter. It’s going to be a long day.

* * * *

Lana reached up with her arms and stretched, her back feeling stiff from sitting on the floor. She scooted back and leaned against the sofa, pushing her legs under the coffee table. Chris’s music track had gone from Joe Satriani to Enya, the soft strains filling the room, his mouse moving in sweeping arcs across the mouse pad. “Wouldn’t that be easier with one of those drawing pads I’ve heard about?”

“Considerably, but I forgot to pack it.”

“Oh.” She stood up, more than ready for a bio break. “Want anything to drink?”

“Coke?”

“Sure, be right back.” She headed for the tiny powder room, relieving herself before heading to the kitchen. She grabbed two cans out of the fridge and slammed the door shut. She then promptly screeched.

He winced. “Sorry.”

Lana put her hand to her chest. “Fuck, Gareth, you trying to kill me?”

He had his hands shoved in his pockets and a sheepish expression on his face. “I’m sorry if I over-reacted this morning.”

She handed him one of the Cokes and opened the fridge door, grabbing another one. “In that case I’m sorry I racked you.”

He winced and followed her out of the kitchen. “I can tell my future mate that our children are little mutants because of you.”

“No blaming me for your wizardlings, dude.” She sat back down on the floor, handing Chris his soda.

He snorted and stepped over her, plopping himself on the sofa. “Hey, bro.”

Chris grunted, sweeping some magenta onto his design.

“Isn’t he just a little ray of sunshine when he’s working?”

Chris lifted his hand from the mouse long enough to give Gareth the bird.

“Ah, sibling love. Makes me glad I’m an only child.” She toasted them with her can before popping the top.

“Wait until you meet the rest of the family.”

Chris looked up, a frown on his face. “Do you two mind? I’m trying to work.”

“Sorry. So sorry.” Lana stood and tiptoed out of the room, making shushing noises at Gareth and bowing to Chris whenever he looked up. The reluctant amusement on his face made her overly dra-matic posturing worthwhile.

She headed into the kitchen again intent on making sandwiches. Maybe feeding some meat to her grumpy wolf would tame him a bit.

Grammy came up from the basement, a look of concern on her face. “What is it?”

“I heard from someone high up in the witches’ council.”

Uh-oh. “And?”

“It’s confirmed. The wizard king is gravely ill. None of their healing spells are working. He wants to name his successor before he passes on, and he’s definitely considering someone from either the Becketts or the Godwins.” She shook her head sadly. “He even went so far to ask one of our spe-cialists to look at him, but there was nothing that could be done for him. Poor man.”

“Do they know who he’s thinking of naming?”

“We’ve been scrying all day, but so far none of us has been able to come up with anything.”

“Which means either he hasn’t decided himself or he’s blocking any magical attempts to find out.”

Grammy nodded, grabbing the bread. “That makes sense. I’m certain the other kings would do the same.” She sighed, the bread dropping onto the plate. Lana took a good look at her, just noticing the dark circles under her Grammy’s eyes. “I’m too tired to cook tonight, sweetheart. Do you mind sandwiches?”

Lana thought about ordering in pizza but reluctantly decided against it. She had no idea if Cole knew where they were yet and she wasn’t willing to take chances. There were so many things he could do to the pizza, or the delivery man, that fell into the “not good” category. “I’ve already started making them. Why don’t you let me finish? Have a seat.”

“Thank you, dear. I will.” Grammy settled wearily onto the bench.

Lana called the men in to grab the sandwiches once they were done. Chris entered first, the frown of concentration gone from his face. He was even smiling. Lana saw Gareth wink at her before Chris swooped down, planting a hearty kiss on her cheek. “Did you have a good day at work, dear?”

She snorted. “Not too bad. You?”

“I had a very good day. There was this cute new girl in the office. I swear, I think she flirted with me a few times.” He was grinning down at her, cradling her body in his arms, swaying gently against her. But something manic was in his eyes, something wild and untamed.

“Really? Do I need to be worried about her?” She studied him closely, worried by what she saw.

He shrugged. “Nah. You’re much cuter, and you smell better.” He sniffed her neck, laughing when she playfully slapped his chest. He turned his head, his grin turning savage when he saw the sandwiches. “Roast beef.” He reached over and grabbed one, shoving half into his mouth in one go.

“Ew.” Lana stepped back. “Slow down, Captain Carnivore. You might choke on the gristle.”

Chris looked shocked for a moment before swallowing hard, making a weird face. She thought maybe the beef got briefly stuck halfway down. Not surprising since she usually packed half a cow on her sandwiches. “Sorry.”

Gareth sighed. “I need a run too.”

The brothers exchanged glances. “Where?” Chris sat, pulling Lana into his lap and handing her a sandwich. “Eat.” When she squirmed to get more comfortable, he growled, tightening his arms around her waist. It was like he thought she was trying to get away. She settled down, hoping it would calm her wolfman down.

“No place around here is safe. We’d have to head out of the city a ways. Thanks.” Gareth smiled sweetly at Grammy when she passed him the lemonade, but his expression remained troubled.

“Do you two need to change every day?” Lana bit delicately into her sandwich. Rich tomato and tangy mustard burst over her tongue. Yummy. She hadn’t realized how hungry she’d been until she’d taken a bite. The moment she did the low-level grumble that had been rattling Chris’s chest ceased, and his big body eased.