Chapter 60
Chapter
Sixty
Around nine o’clock, Steel, Maverick, Tyson, and King finally leave, without so much as a grumble. Admittedly, King’s house is surrounded and the compound locked down so there is that. But with them gone, it means I have three hours to get everything in place; it’s going to be a hustle, but I love a challenge.
Racing around the back, I open the gate for the prospects I bribed into helping me. Except I also did it right, including Joker in my plan.
I wasn’t messing around earlier with Steel. The end of Rex’s life was absolutely necessary, but what I had spent the day doing was equally important.
Sitting on the stool in the kitchen, I watch the prospects lift off the large hot tub. The six of them seem to manage it easily. Joker keeps an eye on them from the back of the pick-up truck they used to bring it as close to the deck as possible. I’d be out there helping, but like I told Steel, I’ve got issues with any Alpha not my own stinking up our home, and that’s exactly how I’m selling to them the pack home I bought earlier.
I need our own space. Like I need, need it for so many reasons. I nearly slipped up big time earlier, Raney demanding I FaceTime her, and my finger hovered until I was sitting at the breakfast bar of her family home, wearing one of her dad’s hoodies. But I also had the world’s blotchiest face after reading the letter I got from Banks Talent Agents.
They fucking terminated my contract after hearing on the grapevine that I was associated with ‘undesirables’.
The tears had been of shock, then downright fury at the injustice; they had no issue still associating themselves with a photographer who physically manhandles and emotionally abuses anyone he chooses. I had a solution for that but my limit of bulldozing through decisions that should be made by the five of us was capped at one. The house was it. For today.
Filling up the ice box with beer and placing an order with the local Italian restaurant, I sit down but even before the prospects have managed to sneak off, the front door opens.
“What the fuck are those little turds doing in my yard?” King growls as he gives me a cuddle from behind.
“You’re ruining my surprise,” I grumble.
“I’m going to shower.” He kisses the top of my head before yelling out the window. “And everyone better be fucking gone when I’m out. Including you, Joker!”
I spin on the stool; King disappears but I don’t watch him go, my eyes instead locked on Tyson and Steel. Mav too. But Tyson and Steel mostly.
“How’d it go?” I ask tentatively.
Tyson looks so put together I wonder if they went to kill Rex, except when he steps forward into the light, there’s a fine mist of blood over his white shirt and over his face.
“We won’t bore you with the details, but it was satisfying hearing him begging for us to stop his suffering.” He doesn’t come near me for a kiss, but he trails his fingers over my hands.
“And did you?”
“No.” Tyson walks off towards the other bathroom, leaving the door open and the lights on.
“You okay?” I look at Steel next.
“Better than. Now I just need to believe the fact he is dead and I’ll be fine. What have you done?” His face turns towards the back deck, and the stack of drinks and snacks I have ready for us.
“Celebration time.”
“Sounds good,” Steel doesn’t seem bothered about kissing me with the blood of his father on his face, and I can’t say it bothers me either, but after a toe-curling kiss, he goes.
“Let me see your hands,” I growl once I look at Maverick, who’s being too quiet.
And exactly like when he carried me to safety, Maverick lifts me off my stool to slide his big ass onto it before he gives me his hands to clean up while telling me in explicit detail what the four of them did. Perfectly torturous and well deserved.
The phone rings and I go to answer it, but King beats me to it from his bedroom.
“It’s the food!” I yell out, hopping off Maverick’s lap to race to the front door, but I stop at the doorway to our bedroom, watching King on the phone. His face is like thunder, his eyes locked on me.
Walking up and over to the bed, I hold my arms out while he barks angrily on the phone.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He snarls, his scent bitter like sour hops. His hand on me is gentle though, and I sink into his hold. “Pay the fucking bond, Dominic. I literally do not give a fuck if you have to tell her she’s your sister or she’s your fucking cock warmer. Bail her out now! I’m sending the boys to pick her up.”
He slams the phone down, and it rings almost immediately after.
“What the fuck now?”
The voice on the phone is different, and even though he’s pissed off King does not apologise, but he does let the person on the other end bring our dinner down.
“Good news?” I ask unnecessarily once he hangs up.
“It is actually.” He shrugs, letting me go while he pulls on my favourite pair of sweatpants, no jocks.
“King, you are a fucking hussy. And terrifying, I hope you know that.” I laugh as he plucks me off his bed and carries me to the front door.
I spend the time waiting for our dinner to arrive with King being a fucking hussy as he alternates between kissing me stupid and sucking on my tit.
The knock on the door scares me, and he laughs against his name on my boob, although it’s so marked up, his name is nearly indistinguishable. Dropping me to my feet, he pushes me toward the kitchen waiting until I’m nearly right down the hallway before he opens the door.
“You do realise how many people are watching your house, don’t you?” I tease him.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
“Wow, I never knew,” I smart back, walking into Tyson as he comes out of the bathroom. “Hmm, you smell very nice, doctor. Like the yummiest lemon meringue I”ve ever smelt.”
Instead of stopping, he walks me into the wall behind me before he kisses the teasing off my lips. “And you taste very nice. May I?” He asks so politely I smile against his lip. His hand dips up under the hem of my skirt before he sinks two thick fingers deep inside, watching me carefully as he sucks them clean. “You going to be a good girl later?”
“Is that even a question?” I laugh, rocking my hips forward so his fingers dip inside deeper.
Tyson stands up straighter, fixes his white t-shirt and his black pants, and flattens his hair back. Tyson does his own brand of casual, and I seriously can’t get enough of it. Leading us back to the kitchen I jump into action, pushing King’s beefy ass out the way.
“Sit!” I point to the four of them. “I have news.”
“So do I,” King interrupts. “Marnie got herself arrested after getting spooked a couple of towns away. She’s being bailed out as we speak and will be here tomorrow.”
I blow out a big breath, relieved to the very bottom of my soul. “Thank fuck. It looks like it’s a night of endings and beginnings.”
“And that means what, Trissy?” Steel says, flicking his head over expecting a kiss. Which he gets.
“First up, our official Pack forms to lodge.” The four of them sign the document without even reading it before looking at me expectantly.
But I kind of chicken out from telling them. I instead push over an envelope containing the deed of the house while I dish out the food I ordered.
They’re way too quiet, but I ignore the silence as I keep serving my Alphas their food.
“Tristan, come on, babe, eyes up here, you giant chicken,” Maverick teases once all the containers are empty.
I bite my lip and look at them. I don’t know why I was nervous because they all have the same smile on their faces.
“You don’t like my fucking house, huh?” King teases as he nabs my hand still holding the serving spoon, interlinking our fingers as soon as I drop it.
“I do, but it’s your space. Like this is where you guys come when they need some guy time with their president. But I need a space that’s our own. I can’t have all these Alphas around; it’s making me crazy. Plus, I kind of need a nest.”
“A nest, huh? What for?” King asks unnecessarily. He also doesn’t need to take in a loud, exaggerated inhale of my scent, but he does.
Of course, the others follow suit. It’s almost like a conveyor belt how they look at me, waiting for confirmation. “I think my heat’s coming, faster than I thought.”
“’Cause we’ve packed.” Maverick smirks. “Lots of heats as our bond settles in.”
“Yeah, of heats. Hence, nest is a non-negotiable. And there is no way I’m using Raney’s.”
King and I look at each other, his eyes full of jokes about me using her dad, so what’s a nest. But I shut his smartass argument down. Kind of. It is a little funny, still not happening.
“You two finished?” Maverick interrupts.
Making us both smirk like busted school kids. Mav waits until we nod, letting him know we have finished.
“The house is pretty fucking close still,” Steel says, picking up the plates and carrying them outside.
Close is an understatement. It’s the property that backs on to the compound. I got lucky though, apparently the family has had a gutful of the noise and was desperate to leave. Unsurprisingly they’ve had no interest from other people looking to buy a house despite the property being huge, impeccably kept and finished with all the mod-cons of a family home: a big ass heated pool, huge outdoor area, four car garage, eight-foot-high fencing, and state of the art security. It was an absolute steal, really.
“That’s because we need to be here.” I eventually say after King stops being so fucking sweet, peppering my hand with little kisses.
“You sure?” King asks. And his question has little to do with the location of a house, everyone in the room is aware of that. He’s asking me for confirmation again, that I am happy for him to keep being who he really is: a president to many, an Alpha to me.
“Never been surer in my life. And if you don’t like the house, we can sell it.”
“Are you going to be there?” Tyson asks in his matter-of-fact tone.
I shake my head, “Of course.”
He shrugs, laughing quietly under his breath, “Then it does not matter what it looks like.”
I go to shake my head at him again, but Maverick stops me in my tracks.
“You gotta know by now, Tristan Cameron, you are our home.”
“Oh my god, would you all stop being so amazing.” My face hurts from smiling so much.
“Right, let’s go eat,” King demands, steering us outside. “Besides, Tristan needs to explain to us why Maverick was the one to tell us she got dropped by her agency.” I gasp and my mouth falls open.
“You can’t have all the secrets, Tristan,” Tyson snaps over his shoulder as he passes me, more than a little frosty. And he does not hide the noticeable impact of my secret in his eyes. I hurt him.
“I’m so sorry, Ty. How did you find out?”
“I wanted to know why you got replaced on the job sheet we got last week,” Maverick says, his eyes getting narrower, his scent getting more tart, letting me know they’re all way more pissed about the actions of Banks.
“I was going to tell you. I was more worried about the house though.”
“You gorgeous dork. No fucking secrets though. We all agreed. No secrets or lies between us,” Maverick says, pulling the bench seat out so I can climb over it to sit down.
“True. Sorry,” I say in an instant, looking at each of them too.
“And what’s the go with the hot tub?” King asks, his eyebrows raised expectantly.
“We didn’t get the chance to enjoy it at the lake house. So, I bought one for us to enjoy whenever we want.”
“Why here?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I got one for home too. I just thought some nights I could creep over when you’re working late, have a sneaky hook up. Like old times.” I smile before I lob a piece of garlic bread at his scowl, nearly choking on my food when he catches it mid-air and eats it.
“You laugh all you want, killer. But we decided tonight was also time to pop your fucking cherry.”
I drop my fork. “There is no way you are all fucking my ass at the same time.”
Steel snorts out a laugh, holding his hand up for everyone to stop talking so he doesn’t choke.
King ignores him, looking at me with his mouth open. “What the fuck? How do you have such a fucking filthy mind?”
“What?” I smart back, biting my lip, “You never thought about it?”
“I didn’t say that.” He smirks right back at me. “But I was actually talking about popping your cherry and heading out for a ride tonight.”