Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
S o, getting chipped is about as awful as it sounds.
My hand throbs where it’s getting used to having a foreign object shot into it.
I’ve been assured that my body will heal around it and I won’t even notice it’s there.
Oh, and because I’m a Harbinger, I had to do it myself, because I’m the only person who can damage my body, and needle insertion is technically a puncture wound. So that was awful.
On the plus side, I now have access to my paychecks, and I can make cash withdrawals at any bank as long as I ask for the right manager.
The right manager always goes by the moniker “Jeeves.” I find it hilarious that I’ll have to type that out every time I want to carry cash.
I have to ask Jeeves for money. It’s hilarious.
Fox dumps a load of fresh veg onto the counter next to the sink as I’m taking stock of the contents of his fridge and pantry.
I found a deep freezer full of meat in the pantry and everything is very clearly labeled with permanent marker on scotch tape wrapped around paper-wrapped meat.
Clearly my man gets his meat in bulk; like he buys beef a cow at a time.
Well, I don’t know how much meat one gets when one buys a whole cow, but I don’t think it would fit in the freezer in his panty, so maybe he buys a quarter of a cow at a time.
Anyway, it’s a lot of food to have stored in an appliance that could stop working at any minute.
Why yes, I do think of worst-case scenario shit, because then I can plan for it.
Not that I have a plan for how to save hundreds of pounds of meat when his deep freezer goes out.
That’s going to take some creative planning.
I might have to buy one to keep in a box to replace that one.
I wonder if there is such a thing as a cold spell or maybe a works-like-new spell. Things to keep an eye out for…
I jump up on the counter next to Fox and watch him wash the vegetables.
I pick up the eggplant and stroke it suggestively, grinning at Fox the entire time.
Fox glances up and then does a double-take, which is so comical I nearly fall off the counter laughing.
Fortunately for my head, he catches me with his wet hands and keeps me planted on the counter while taking the eggplant away.
I pull him between my legs, resting my hands on his shoulders when I’ve gotten control of myself again.
His amusement ekes out in a small huff of laughter and a smile that makes it to his eyes and sticks around even when his lips relax and his tongue darts out from between them.
If that’s not an invitation to make out, I don’t know what is, so I lean forward and press our lips together again, this time lingering until he takes a hint and opens up.
The first swipe of my tongue against his slays me. He tastes so good, but more than that, he feels like exactly where I belong. Home. I’ve come home, and I’m never leaving again.
Gripping him hard, I scoot forward as his hands come around to grab my ass as he pulls me flush against him.
My breath comes in pants as my heart rate skyrockets, and arousal flushes through me like someone broke a dam and flooded my entire body with all the feel-good hormones I can take.
Making out with him, tangling tongues, and just occupying the same space turns me into a soup of melty desire and questionable decision-making skills.
I would probably do anything to get the man naked right now, but I haven’t actually decided it’s time for sex yet, so with a lot of regret and a small amount of pride in my self-control, I pull back to clear my head and lean my forehead on his shoulder.
Fox loosens his grip on me, but I’m not ready for the end of this full-body contact, so I wrap all my limbs around him and squeeze, telling him with my body that he better hold on or there will be consequences.
I kiss his neck just under his ear and sigh when he tightens his grip on me and leans into the hug.
Oh, yeah, this is lovely. It would be better without clothes, but I don’t think I need to rush into getting naked.
I’ve barely managed one make-out with the man.
Speaking of, I think I need a bit more sugar before dinner.
I kiss my way along his jaw back to his lips and dive in again, more ready this time for the flood of excitement and pre-sex hormones.
It doesn’t matter how fuzzy they make me feel or how achingly hard my dick gets, we’re going to take this love affair one step at a time, even if that means we have to take breaks between kisses to get ourselves under control.
I really want to rub up on him, but having a plan and keeping to it is one of the things I am good at, so instead of letting the warm, wet, sucking, delicious kisses push me into acting like an omega in heat (yes, I do in fact read all sorts of trashy romance.
Why do you ask?), I ease back again and take a break.
Lunch would probably be a good way to keep from coming in my pants, but maybe I should go have a private moment in the bedroom first.
Fox kisses my shoulder and up my neck, squeezing my ass in a rhythm that gets me all tingly and makes my body think it’s about to get more than a little treat. Shut up, I’m allowed to not put out on the first date.
Not that this is a date. Last night was a date. This is domesticity.
Before I am tempted to rip his shirt off and have at him, I pull myself back and push him away, showing him the need on my face so he knows this isn’t a rejection; it’s a postponement.
Fox takes minute to clear his own cobwebs before finally realizing that we’re not fucking on the kitchen counter, and he squeezes my knees to let me know he understands before going back to the task of washing his vegetables.
I should feel bad that the water’s been running this whole time, but I don’t.
I don’t feel even a little bad about being wasteful.
In fact, I’m grinning like a lunatic as I hop off the counter and start pulling ingredients for cobb salad out of the fridge.
Who keeps bleu cheese on hand just in case? Fox does, that’s who.
Soulmates are the best.