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Jeremy grunted as he dropped onto the couch beside Paige and draped an arm around her neck to draw her into his side. “How’s Amber doing?”
“Peachy.” Paige grinned. “I mean how would you feel if you were drunk on orgasms all the fucking time?” She drawled with a cocky smirk.
“So the kickboxer is on a constant high huh?” Stan smirked. “Nymphomaniacs.”
“Think Lip and Troy are the only ones in the honeymoon phase?” Paige shot back.
“Got a point there.” Stan nodded. “Even Jer and Ryan are still in it so…” He made a face that made his friends laugh. “One would have thought after having a kid, they’d…wait.” He turned his attention on Jeremy. “You two still fucking like bunnies?”
“What?” Jeremy looked flustered for a moment. “No, we’re not.” He sighed. “I mean between having to see to Sylver and entertaining all those alphas, we haven’t…”
“You haven’t fucked since the baby?” Paige’s eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of their sockets. “Dude, it’s been two fucking months.”
“I don’t believe you, Jer,” Stan said with conviction.
“Ryan needs to heal you know,” Jeremy muttered. “He went through a lot.”
“Aw come on…” Paige snorted. “Dude had the most worry-free pregnancy ever, according to Dr. Sanders. Besides, you took all his pain, remember?”
“Only during the birth, Paige.” Jeremy groaned.
“Still, Ryan only needed a few days to heal completely.” Paige insisted.
“Days?” Stan snorted. “I’d say minutes. This is Ryan we’re talking about.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just wanted to give him time to heal beyond all reasonable doubt,” Jeremy muttered. “Sylver is a handful and I’m not around most of the time. Ryan is always so tired I feel sorry for him.” He muttered.
“But Mama G helps.” Paige couldn’t mask the worry in her eyes.
“Yeah, but there’s so much she can do.” Jeremy sighed.
“Well, you should probably run for the hills the next time he goes into heat.” Stan drawled just as the door opened.
“Who’s in heat?” Philip asked as he stepped into the room.
“Thankfully not Ryan,” Stan answered with his hands clasped in a gesture of prayer as he, Paige, and Jeremy stood up and left the room with Philip. Paige laughed whilst Jeremy flipped him off. “Wouldn’t wanna knock him up again so soon, would we?” He addressed a confused-looking Philip. “In fact, they haven’t even fucked since the baby.” He quipped.
“Because you’re scared of knocking him up again?” Philip asked Jeremy, totally lost.
“Oh, no.” Jeremy chuckled. “With all the hosting and taking care of Sylver, there’s no time. Wait until you have a kid like Sylver whose eyes turn red in anger at the slightest provocation. Then and only then will you understand. I wonder how mum managed with me.”
“Your son is nothing like you, Jer.” Philip chuckled. “That naughty little pup was playing pranks and going on rescue missions even when he was in the womb.” He shook his head in amused awe. “I think your son makes you look like an angel.” He drawled, making his friends laugh. “I mean look at what that kid did to Mason.”
“Tell me about it.” Jeremy sighed. “He’s just ugh…”
Sylver had pulled a stunt a week earlier which had shocked everyone. The pup, who had shockingly inherited his father’s Ojah powers, had burnt the stake of one of the alphas who had paid them a visit a week earlier, in a spate of anger.
Mason, the oldest alpha, had innocently passed a comment about how much he admired the Stanwood Pack for their acceptance and love for Sylver. He’d rightly pointed out the fact that another pack might have seen Sylver as a freak because he was born in his wolf form. One moment the alpha was passing the comment with a hearty laugh, the next moment, the steak on his plate was engulfed in flames. Everyone had gasped and stared in shock. It had taken a while for Sylver’s parents to know what was going on.
Of course, their son’s eyes which had turned red were trained on the alpha’s plate. Jeremy had quickly apologized to the alpha as Ryan took Sylver out of the room. He’d explained to the alpha that his mate hated the word freak. And it looked like his son had also decided he disliked the word. The bemused look on Jeremy’s face as he explained had been so comical the visiting alpha had had a good laugh. He had insisted on apologizing to Sylver before leaving though.
“You and Ryan need some alone time though, Jer,” Philip said in all seriousness. “For real.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” Jeremy muttered. “What did the council finally decide on?”
“They want you to deal with the alphas first,” Philip said. “Mine and Troy’s ceremony will therefore be the very first of its kind, devoid of any live porn.” He grinned. “Whether you’re able to convince them or not, those alphas need to be informed so that they will know what to expect when they attend ours.”
“Cool.” Jeremy nodded. “We have a meeting next month, right? By the time I’m through with them, they will all be in agreement. Hey, how about we crush mum’s party?” He looked at his friends. “It will be fun. We haven’t gone for a run together in a while.”
“I second that.” Stan grinned.
“That would be great.” Paige stopped walking and gave a quick twerk which made the guys laugh. “Can Ryan join us?”
“Why not?” Jeremy responded with a shrug. “I’m sure he will love to. But remember my mum always ends up in the pool with Sylver after their rendezvous in the woods. Bring your swimwear, people. ‘Cause I don’t think Ryan will be very happy if his son is exposed to dicks and boobs at this early age.” He drawled with nonchalance, hoping he sounded convincing enough. He didn’t want it to look weird when his mate went swimming in his trunks like he knew he would.
“Yeah, Ryan wouldn’t want that.” Stan snorted. “I really don’t know if the dude will ever be used to our love for nudity.” Stan’s look of bewilderment made the other’s laugh.
“With pervs like you around, who wants to go naked?” Philip drawled. “Okay, let’s meet in the woods in say…thirty?”
The friends agreed and headed for their cars.