A Fated Bond (Chronicles of an Urban Druid Book 9) by Auburn Tempest & Michael Anderle

Author:Auburn Tempest & Michael Anderle [Tempest, Auburn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Do we have to get up?” I drape myself across Sloan’s chest to keep him pinned to the mattress and prevent his escape. “You said, whatever I need. I think I need a few more hours of you naked in my bed.”

Sloan flashes me a sexy grin. “Yer insatiable, Cumhaill. I need food. Ye can’t keep me chained to the headboard and demand I perform without refueling.”

I laugh. “You make me sound like a dominatrix. If I recall correctly, you’re equally invested in our horizontal hijinks.”

His mouth quirks up in a crooked smile, and he lifts his head to kiss me. “Och, there’s no doubt about that. I love every private moment. I do, however, require sustenance to do the job right.”

His stomach chooses that moment to let out a long, hollow growl.

I smack his abs and laugh. “Hilarious. How did you time that so well?”

He brushes our lips together, and my heart trips in my chest. “I look forward to naked hijinks with you for decades to come, a ghra, but like it or not, we have lives to live and responsibilities and other physical needs we’re required to meet.”

“Poop. You are such an adult.”

He closes the distance between our mouths and kisses the hell out of me. “I like being adult with you.”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Let’s take a few more minutes in here while—”

“—Auntie Fi?” Jackson’s voice is across the room but definitely inside our bedroom. With the five of us who live here, we don’t lock our doors—there’s no need to, and there’s no telling when we might need to gain emergency access. A closed door is respected.

Unless you’re five.

“Auntie Fi? Are yous here?”

A scramble in the sheets covers us up and gets me to the opening in King Henry’s drapery. I slide my hand into the seam of the curtains and peek out. “Yep. I’m here, buddy. What’s up?”

“Daddy falled asleep, and we’s hungry. Can you make us special toast?”

“Yep, I sure can. Were any uncles downstairs to help get us started?”

“No, just Daisy girl.”

“No one? How did you get inside?”

“We crawled through the Manxy door.”

Right. We spelled the animal access to allow entry to Cumhaill friendlies. The kids are small enough to get in through the doggie door. “That was clever. Okay, sweetie. Give me one second to go pee and come downstairs. I’ll get you guys set up.”

“Auntie Fi?” he says, his expression screwed up in thought.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Your jammies dirty? You don’t have yous top on.”

The mattress jiggles with Sloan’s silent laughter. He has his lips pressed together, and I whip my hand back to smack him.

I check that the girls are properly hidden behind the drape of King Henry. They are. Everything that needs to be covered is covered, but Jackson is an observant kid.

“Yep, I need to do laundry. Don’t worry. I’ll find something to wear and come downstairs super quick. Give me two secs, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” He toddles over to the chair by the window and climbs up.

Hilarious. “Buddy,

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