I don’t want to anger or hurt Kat. She has been all over the place lately. The last thing she needs is to come home and catch us railing each other, or even just smell sex on us. We barely get to touch her. I’m sure this would be another thing that might bring her down.
I drop to my knees to look under the couch for her phone. Ezra growls behind me, clearly annoyed, but I won’t make the same mistake again. I will learn from them, not step on the same rake over and over again.
“I might as well just cut it off since I never get to use it anymore,” Ezra mumbles behind me.
I stand up, place my hands on my hips, and try to remember where Kat had her phone the last time. For the record, I completely dismissed the remark from my mate. Ezra is a horndog, and sometimes, he thinks with his little friend more often than he does with his actual head.
At this point, he might as well send the brain cells down to his dick.
I perk up as I remember that the last place I have seen her phone around is the kitchen.
I walk away from Ezra, straight into the pantry, and look through every section where she might have tossed the phone and forgotten. Then I check the kitchen drawers.
A while ago, we found our car keys in the bathtub. None of us had any idea how they got in there, but we all assumed it was Eziah because he was on the move that day. This could be the same case – the kiddo might have grabbed the phone and hidden it. Such things happen.
“Are you going to help me or whine? The latter one doesn’t really help much, in case you’re wondering.” I glance over my shoulder as I ask Ezra the question. He is following me around, a few steps behind, pouting like someone just stole his candy.
“I am not whining. I have fucking blue balls that need emptying. Just touch it.” Ezra whines even louder. The funniest part is that although he sounds like a child, he is freaking serious.
“Ask Kat,” I tell him and shrug.
Ezra groans and rolls his eyes at me. “She always says she is too tired. I don’t understand why it is an issue for you, Mateo. We are mates too.”
I love him, I really do, more than anything, but for fuck’s sake, can Ezra think with his head, not his fucking balls for once?
I sigh and glance over my shoulder to look at him. “Yes, but if she knows, that is different because she knows she can join us. But if we go upstairs while she is not here, and she comes home, she may get upset thinking we don’t want her.” I try to explain.
“I don’t care when you two fuck.” Ezra says, and I stand up.
“Are you sure you’re an Alpha King? Because right now, you sound like a whiny bitch. Go rub one out if you’re that hard up, I am busy anyway,” I wink at Ezra and bend down to dig through the pot’s cabinet.
As soon as I realize the phone isn’t here too, a loud frustrated sigh leaves my lips.
Ezra growls behind me. “One of you is sucking my cock. I don’t care who, but one of you will be,” he announces.
I chuckle. It’s all I can do while he is having his tantrum. “Hasn’t been that long, geez,” I tell him.
“It’s been a month. I have been keeping track.” Ezra argues.
My eyebrows furrow at his argument. “Why would you keep track for?”
I glance at Ezra as he runs his hand through his hair. Frustration radiates off him in intense waves as he groans again. “Because one day, my nuts will combust from all the sexual tension in this house, and I want to be able to blame someone when I am neutered like a dog.” He explains.
It feels like all I get these days are tantrums, anger, and groans or growls from my mate. Never, in a million years, would I have thought that someone could go this far simply because they don’t get a little action.
But, fuck. I hope Katya gives him some soon because he is acting like a she-wolf in heat. No, it’s ten times worse than that. Now that I think of it, Ezra is worse than Katya on her monthly’s. And nobody likes a moody Alpha.
As I focus on my primary goal and dig through the fridge, I spot the phone and almost do a happy dance. But I don’t because if I shake my ass even a little, Ezra will take it as an invitation.
“I found it,” I tell him with a wide grin across my lips.
“Good, give it here. I will tell her she has to suck my dick for it back.” Ezra says with a laugh as he tries to pluck the phone from my fingers.
“One day, she will bite you, and it will be your fault,” I tell him, pulling Kat’s phone out of his reach.
“I would even take teeth at this point. Attention is attention,” Ezra growls out.
“Eziah must have put it in the fridge,” I tell Ezra as I look at the phone and turn it on.
“At least we found it,” Ezra says.
My eyes snap up at him. “You mean I found it? All you did was moan and groan over your balls,” I tell him, stressing over his own words.
While I try to charge Kat’s phone, it nearly blows up with all the notifications coming through. It goes off like crazy and vibrates nonstop.
“Check for the important ones and answer them. The rest she can deal with tomorrow. I wonder how much longer she will be away?” Ezra mutters as he makes us our coffees.
I flick through her messages. The first one I reply to is from Kat’s father. He wants to come over on Sunday. “Derrick is coming over Sunday to help with the kids,” I tell Ezra as I send off the message to Derrick.
“Thank the Goddess. Oh wait, Kat is now the Goddess. Thank the other Goddess, you know what I mean.” Ezra mutters, sounding just as exhausted as Kat and I. Lately, we are facing some hell since Marge is sick and can’t help us out with the kids. That woman is indeed a godsend, and we would most likely die without her.
“She has three hundred eighty-one missed calls,” I tell Ezra when I notice that a fair chunk of them are from a weird name.
Is it some sort of code? Is Kat talking to someone behind our backs? The thought alone angers Ares and me, and I struggle to remain calm.
“You know someone called Android?” I ask Ezra as I look up from the phone screen.
“Android?” Ezra says, coming over to look over my shoulder.
“Yeah, this Android person rang forty-three times in the last two days,” I tell him as I show him the missed call log on Kat’s phone.
Ezra growls. “I swear if she is talking to some man, I will fucking kill him!” Ezra snaps as he snatches the phone from my fingers.