Flynn, Joyee - My Feisty Kitten [Purrfect Mates 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

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a row. But now, a good hour and a half later when one of them was naked, I was starting to overheat. “Mine!”
    “Oh yes,” Imogen moaned and opened his arms for me as I stormed to him. I lifted him up and mashed my lips down to his as he wrapped his body around me.
    “Right, they’re in honeymoon heat.” Jasper chuckled. I grabbed Aaron’s hand and dragged him along to our new house.
    “Um, thank you so much. We’ll stop by for dinner?” Aaron said awkwardly as I ignored everyone else and pulled him along as I devoured Imogen’s lips.
    “No,” I snarled after ripping my mouth off my mate’s. I glanced at Avery over my shoulder. “Is there a place that delivers around here? We’re going to be busy for a while.”
    “I’ll send some pizza around dinnertime. See you guys in a few days,” he answered with a big smile. “We’re glad you’re here. The rest we can iron out later.”
    “Thank you, baby brother,” I said affectionately and then leapt up onto the porch. Imogen was rubbing his groin over mine and moaning wantonly. I barely got us into the house before all the clothes came off, and I fucked each of my mates in our new house. I tried to ignore the fact they never touched each other, but at least they were in the same room. That was an improvement…right?

    * * * *

    When we weren’t fucking on every surface in our place the next few days, we’d quickly eat or catch some sleep. I was surprised we’d actually managed to unload most of our stuff into the living room though we’d not put anything away yet. We learned to do it in small increments after I ended up fucking Imogen against the truck since I couldn’t seem to wait to get him back inside. Jasper got a front row seat from the barn.
    “The water heater’s shot and tiny,” Aaron said as he read off his list at breakfast the day after the honeymoon heat was over. I noticed the way both my mates were shifting in their seats on their tender asses. Maybe I should have felt a little guilty, but I found myself smirking that I’d done the job well in thoroughly fucking them. Besides, it’s not like they were complaining.
    “We can take the truck and go get a new one if you know how to install it. I don’t have a clue how to do that kind of thing.”
    “I can handle that and redoing the master bathroom along with the maintenance the furnace needs. I say we take a trip to Billings with your truck and just get as much as we need.”
    “I want paint samples,” Imogen said, practically bouncing in his seat. We’d decided that, for now, we’d each have our own room so there would be no one feeling left out by the others sharing a room. I had the master bedroom with the attached bath, which we would all eventually share once my mates dealt with their issues.
    “Yes, the house inside and out definitely needs to be painted and that porch needs to be stained before the wood rots.” I smiled at how easily we were working together on plans to fix up our house. I also pretended not to notice the covert glances Imogen kept giving Aaron. I think the key was simply for him to spend more time around our mate and realize that Aaron wasn’t going to freak out and attack.
    “I could use some help getting the garden ready,” my fairy purred and batted his eyelashes at me. “Preferably with your shirt off and all sweaty.” He hesitated and then looked down at his hands. “Two sweaty muscular men would be even better.”
    Aaron’s head snapped up, his eyes wide in surprise before he schooled his features and gave our mate a soft smile. “I’d love to help. I’m a fan of green peppers if that’s possible?”
    “Of course,” Imogen answered with his own smile. “How can you make a fresh summer salad without green peppers? Do you like the yellow ones, too?”
    I wanted to sigh in relief or do a happy dance. It was so small, so simple, but such a huge step in the right direction for them. Who would ever have thought vegetables could be the

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