“I know, but I’m still the new kid, and I don’t want to rush things. I want everyone, Mal especially, to be sure before I do.”
“Fair enough.” Graves shrugs. “Offer is there when you’re ready.” He turns to talk to Blink and Vega as Law pulls me tighter to him.
“You’re not upset?” he asks me.
“Despite the boobs, when did I ever give you an indication I was such a girl?” I roll my eyes.
“That’s funny. You being a girl is what I like about you best,” he murmurs against my lips. His hand reaches up to cup my breast, his thumb skating over my nipple, making me break out in goosebumps.
“Besides, I have to feed Mr. Nibbles.”
I pull back with a frown. “Who?”
“My cat.”
I laugh out loud. “You call your cat Mr. Nibbles?”
“My niece named him, smart ass.”
“Sure she did.” I press my lips to his once more then he pulls back. “Go before I change my mind. I’ll let you know if Frank calls.”
“Alright, get some rest.”
I watch him as he climbs into his truck and pulls away before I head to the kitchen, looking for the others.
“Are you hungry?” Blink asks me as I walk in.
“I could eat. What are you making?” I ask, stopping beside Graves.
“Omelets.”
“Oh, that sounds good. Let me just run up and get changed into something more comfortable first.”
Graves gives me the once over.
“You want out of the dress, huh?” His eyes twinkle.
“More than you could possibly—hey!”
I splutter as I find my dress pulled up over my head in one smooth move, leaving me in just a black lace push-up bra and heels.
All eyes swing to me now as I stand there in shock.
“No panties?” Graves growls as he spins me around and bends me over the island.
The shock of the cool counter against my skin makes me jolt, but not nearly as much as feeling Graves’s thumb slip inside me.
“She left them as a tip.” Vega smirks at me.
“Is that right? Hmm…always wet, always ready. I bet those panties were soaked when you slipped them off,” he murmurs. It’s not so much his words but his tone that gives him away.
“Glitch?”
“Miss me, baby?” he thrusts a finger inside me as Vega leans over the counter and unclips my bra.
“Keep cooking, Blink. Our girl is going to need some sustenance,” Glitch tells him as I hear the sound of a zipper being lowered.
I turn my head to look at Blink cracking eggs into a bowl with a shit-eating grin on his face.