Page 14 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)

Chapter Nine

Grace

“ M mmm, now that was a wakeup call.” I laid on Spencer’s chest, lazily running my fingers through his dark hair, his knot deep inside me.

Sun peeked through the curtains of his room, and my stomach told me it was time for breakfast.

“That was very nice indeed. As lovely as spending the night with you in my arms. Why don’t you doze a little more, then I’ll make breakfast. Perhaps a frittata or some crepes?” he purred, pulling the comforter over us so we were nice and cozy.

Last night we watched a movie with his cock buried inside me. After, he took me to bed, made good on that promise to kiss every inch of me, then I’d fallen asleep curled in his arms… and he’d woken me up most deliciously.

Nothing like being tongued awake, then languidly knotted.

“Crepes? You’re an amazing cook. Why don’t you cook more?” My mouth watered at the thought of homemade crepes.

He smiled, a lock of hair falling into his eyes. “The guys generally don’t appreciate all the time and effort that goes into my cooking. Also, most of the time Jett and Brennan beat me home. I do make crepes for Riley on the weekends sometimes. She appreciates my cooking.”

Spencer stroked my hair while I dozed on his chest until his knot softened enough to release us. Giving me a kiss, he rolled me off him, fluffing a pillow under my head and making sure I was covered in blankets.

“Don’t feel like you must get up right away. Would you like me to bring you some tea?” he offered.

“I’d love some coffee. I haven’t had coffee in days.” This bed was like a giant pillow, everything was so perfect, so soft. I made a happy noise.

He eyed me as he grabbed some briefs–not the boring white kind, but burgundy ones. “All right then. Oh, your phone is charging in your room. You hid it in your bra?”

“They didn’t take my phone. Wow. Not sure. My brain feels mushy.” Phone. Something about my phone. Did I make a video or recording to remind myself?

“Your backpack is downstairs,” he added. “You didn’t have it last time. Perhaps it’s from before?”

My backpack? It awoke no memories. “It just might be.”

Spencer left and I laid there a moment before getting up. I hobbled to my room, feeling very sore. If I was going to see Wes and Evan anytime soon, I needed those green bath fizzies.

Using the door from my room that went straight into Evan’s bathroom, I started Evan’s giant tub, glad it filled fast, and threw in two soothing green fizzies, along with a glug of bubble bath.

I went back into my room. It was a long, airy room. The daybed was festooned with lights. The window seat had been put back together neatly, the net curtains tied back. My phone was charging by my bed. Riley had messaged me.

Riley

I’m so glad you’re back. Going to ride more roller coasters today.

Me

Have fun!

I texted Wes and Evan.

Me

I’m at the house. Love you. Miss you.

There was also a whole string of texts from Wes, starting not long after I left on Friday to Sunday.

Wes

I miss you.

I’m sorry I failed you.

I’ll love you to the end of the universe.

Please come back to us.

Do you know where you are? I would invade an otherworldly police station for you.

I love you with my very soul.

We’re going to the cabin for Evan’s heat, when you come back head there. We’ll save some for you. I love you.

My heart broke.

Me

I’ll love you to the end of the universe. I’m back and safe and will see you soon.

I scrolled through my phone looking for hints of where I’d been and what happened. No pictures. No texts to myself. No emails or unsent emails. No videos. No voice recordings.

Huh.

But then again, it wouldn’t surprise me if the Temporal Police deleted them. I should just be grateful I was back.

And I was. Just knowing what happened would give me a piece of mind. There was also a text from Jett.

Jett

I’m so relieved that you’re home. We were all worried. Please come up to the cabin today. Evan’s been asking for you. I hope that you need lots of love because Evan and Wes have been even thirstier than usual.

Me

Evan’s asking for me? Wes, too? I’ll ask Spencer when we’re heading up.

How mad is Brennan?

That was my biggest hesitation. Brennan would be pissed at me for keeping secrets, for sure.

I took off the robe, turned on the towel warmer, flipped on the jets, and slid into the bath, letting the water and fizzies soothe all my squishy parts, so that when I did see Wes and Evan I’d be ready.

Being with Spencer was amazing, but I needed to be the filling in a Wes and Evan sandwich.

Spencer came in with my coffee. “Please excuse the intrusion. I come bearing coffee. The bath’s your happy place, isn’t it?”

I accepted the coffee and took a sip. “Before coming here, I hadn’t lived in a place with a bathtub in so long. The novelty of being able to take one whenever I want hasn’t worn off yet.”

“You enjoy your bath. I’m going to let the office know that I won’t be in for the rest of the week.

When you’re ready, I’ll make breakfast. I’ve already taken the liberty of pushing your start-date for work.

We didn’t know when you’d come back, and we were trying to buy time.

” Spencer leaned down and gave me a kiss.

“Oh, thank you.” Ah, yes, my disappearance could cause problems. Thank goodness Mrs. Beekman thought I was on vacation.

I took another sip of coffee. It was nice and strong, but he used a smaller mug than I usually chose. It was adorable, with a little saucer. It was just tiny. I liked my coffee in a mug the size of a soup bowl.

“Think about when you’d like to head up to the cabin. Jett would like us to come today and to bring food. I know you want to see your mates. But there’s no rush unless you desire it.” He kissed me on the forehead and left.

Closing my eyes, I sipped my coffee and relaxed. It would be so easy just to stay here and let Spencer spoil me until they came home. Yet that desire for Wes and Evan clawed at my chest.

Still, I needed just a little more quiet and solitude. Spencer might be happy to let me process everything in peace. But everyone else would be peppering me with questions, pushing me to remember.

Part of me just wouldn’t rest easy until I saw them in person. Yes, I’d ask Spencer if we could leave after lunch.

Spencer kept giving me looks as he drove. We had breakfast, watched another movie, made love again, ate some lunch, then left for the cabin, which involved several stops to get everything we needed.

Grocery shopping with Spencer had been fun. I could see us doing this years from now, me pushing the cart as he selected the right hunk of lamb, chose the freshest produce, and fed me tastes of things from the deli.

As we left town, we’d stopped at that very fancy coffee shop where he’d brought me treats that morning back when I’d been in the hospital. He’d gotten me one of those delicious tea lattes and a pastry for the road.

Perfect.

I took a long sip of my coffee slushie that I’d bought when we’d stopped to get gas. I’d also grabbed some hot chips. Road trip food for the win.

“You drink too much coffee.” He eyed my drink.

The tea latte was nice, but I loved my coffee.

I gave him a look. “Have you been around PhD students? I’ve had so little today compared to what I used to drink. I pretty much ran on coffee and ramen.”

Mostly because it’s what I could afford–even after graduation.

“It’s not good for you. You and Evan don’t eat right. You might not understand, but Evan knows better. Actually no one eats right. Our pack has dreadful eating habits,” he muttered. “Me included. I should fix that.”

“Right, the nutrition unit I didn’t watch. You can pry my coffee from my cold, dead hands.” I ate some chips, which were purple and deliciously spicy.

He chuckled. “I understand and feel the same way. You just need to be careful not to drink too much.”

Yeah, pretty sure his definition of too much was more than one tiny mug in the morning.

I gave him a stern look. “If you take my potatoes away from me, so help me.”

“Never.” He squeezed my knee. “Sweet potatoes are better, but never.”

Good. Spencer liked them as much as I did.

“I like sweet potato fries, and sweet potato tots. I’m excited about trying your food,” I added.

He gave me a fond look. “I can’t wait to see what you think. Also, I’m going to get the boat out, since the weather should be nice. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” I replied.

Finally, we arrived and pulled into the garage which held Jett’s convertible.

When we walked into the airy kitchen of Evan’s cabin, my nose wrinkled at the onslaught of overpowering aromas. “What is that smell?”

“Them. Usually it’s not this pungent.” Spencer immediately opened the kitchen windows, then started opening up all the doors to the outside.

A pan, a small bowl, and a fork sat in the sink. The fridge had basics–bacon, eggs, juice, some yogurt, and fruit. Nothing nearly as exciting as the lamb Spencer was going to rotisserie.

I put my stuff in my room upstairs. It was a tiny room, mostly bed, with everything built into the walls. The little bookshelves folded into the big picture window the bed nestled into. It was cozy and comfortable, but I didn’t plan on spending much time here.

No one had texted me back. But I could feel them. They were here…

A wave of lust hit me so hard that I fell backward on the bed. Desire burned inside me. Oh?

He was still in heat. For some reason I thought that he’d be done by now. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for all four of them. Though I wanted to see Evan and Wes so badly it hurt.

Spencer leaned in the doorway, looking casually handsome in a T-shirt and chinos. “You’re going up? Will you take a tray of water and snacks and put it in the sitting room for me, please?”

“Yeah, I’ll pop in and let them know I’m here.” I got up off the bed. So many nerves bumped around inside me. But I had to see them.