Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

41. Beloved

CHAPTER 41

BELOVED

Sadie

A nt jogs down the stairs, tossing his hair back, as if it wasn’t already styled to perfection. The white button down shirt he is wearing, showing off most of his chest since he didn’t think to button it all the way. He’s completely showing off and I’m here for it. The black dress pants cling to his thighs and made me want to sit on them, going for a ride.

It was unfair how good he always looked.

He’s like a Greek God. Maybe the male Aphrodite and not the Dionysos I had originally thought. That seems like a good fit for him.

“I’m ready for date night, Sadie baby,” His hand wraps around my back, spinning us as he looked down at me with pure admiration in his eyes as he took me in, “Unfair that you look this good and I can’t just take you to bed.” He teases, kissing my ear, “You’re looking exceptionally beautiful tonight, omega.” He kisses me and makes me second guess leaving the house. Right about now crawling into bed with him sounds like a dream.

Pulling away I frown, a mock pout on my face as I grab my bag. Using the distance from him to take a breath and not think about how instead of eating dinner I wanted to eat his cock for a meal.

Maybe in the car ride there…

“You’re driving,” I toss the keys to the rented car to him. Trying not to squeal in delight at seeing the way his face looks when he looks down at the keys, not recognizing the emblem on them as I move to the front door.

The black wiggle dress I am wearing hugging my body as I walk. A few weeks ago I wouldn’t have worn this out but now, now I feel confident and sexy in my skin. I appreciate how I look now. The hard work that I put in to look like this is starting to show in my eyes. Maybe not everyday but at least right now I can be happy. And the way my heels gave me a few inches, rounding my calves out and putting the whole look together…yeah, I was beautiful.

I can feel Anthony’s eyes on me as I open the door and the way he breathes out a shocked sound as he takes in the 1973 Corvette that is parked in the driveway.

Jace helped me pick it up because I was terrified of crashing it before it made it home.

“Baby,” The way he shortens the nickname that he used for me like he is so caught up in whatever fantasy that he has going on makes me smirk.

Making Ant go quiet feels amazing.

I’m looking over my shoulder as he stares at the car and then the keys. Finally, settling on me as he makes his way over to me in two steps, taking the back of my hair in his hand, “You’re amazing.” His lips press to mine, a kiss that is searing as he lets his mouth guide mine in heated passion.

Unrestrained and raw. So perfectly Ant.

It is a direct line to my clit and I was fairly confident in my ability to be able to come just from kissing him. That’s how good it is with my alpha.

“You’re going to make us late,” I try to laugh but it is more of a moan as I start to pull away. I feel drunk on the smell of his body wash and the way his expensive cologne is wafting up as I lay my hand on his chest and let myself get lost in Ant.

Usually his smell has me dizzy with need but it feels even more heightened than usual. Maybe it’s the emotions of tonight washing over me .

I need to make tonight special. And as special as I am sure Ant thought it would be to rail me in the backseat of his dream car, I didn't want to tell my man that I was in love with him after his cock was inside me. I wanted to do it over dinner, woo the man who was a master at wooing women. Give him the red carpet treatment that he deserved.

Ant kisses me between my eyes as I close them, the heat of his mouth and the softness of his touch making me sigh out in pleasure. How does he know exactly how to touch me?

“Thank you,” He holds out his hand, guiding me to the car and opening my door.

He’s playing the part of a perfect gentleman despite him being anything but gentle with me. I like that he could read me better than myself, make me feel more like myself when he was near.

Sliding into the car I watch the way his eyes widen with boyish joy. He is feeling excited as his fingers run reverently over the leather of the steering wheel. It runs through our bond. The joy he feels and I get the second hand pleasure like a hit of dopamine.

His lips moisten with his tongue before he finally turns the keys and adjusts himself on the seat, looking ecstatic as he turns to me. Ant is all smiles and joy.

I want to always make him happy like this.

Ant shifts gears and we fly forward from the driveway. I’m thankful Pax wasn’t around because we would be getting an angry phone call about car safety right about now if he saw the way Ant had peeled out. My GPS is barking directions from the phone speaker as he handles the car like a little boy living his dream.

Maybe if we had kids they would have Ant’s eyes. That serious glint, youthful happiness no matter his age and full of rage when he was mad. Expressive eyes. Eyes that painted feelings better than the person who had them could express.

“You’re staring at me, Sadie baby.” He smirks, always so sure of himself, “Want to tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“What our son would look like,” The words came out without fear of what he would think about it. Words that make my heart beat faster as he pulls over, still five minutes away from the restaurant .

Of course he wouldn’t follow the directions that are being given to him.

But Ant is shifting the car into park now before I can comment on the fact we are not where we are supposed to be. His attention is so fully on me that I can’t stop myself from touching him. I’m cupping his cheek as I lean across the car and letting my lips press against his.

Kissing Ant always feels good. Making me feel like electricity was running through me and giving me life but also securing me in place with the way that he controlled the kiss, so sure of his movements and so damn good at them.

Cocky alpha.

His groan in response, the way he starts to take over, pushing me into the seat as I’m sure he ruins the makeup I had done to be perfect for him. But I could care less because as he kisses me all I can think of is how I’m going to tell him I love him before we even get to dinner and I can’t stop myself.

He’s perfect for me. Just the way he is.

“Fuck, baby.” His hand cups my cheek, eyes on fire as they stare into mine, “I didn’t even think I wanted to have kids until you said that but it awoke something in me. Made me partially feral.” He jokes as he rests his forehead against mine and my eyes close as I just take it in, take him in as I think about how I want everything with him.

With all of them.

It’s perfect because I have all four of them. I need all four of them. My pack.

Anthony gives me the softest kiss before he starts driving again and I let myself get lost in the passing landscape. My heart racing but also this calmness washing over me that lets me know it’s going to be okay.

All of it is going to be okay.

Ten minutes later he is helping me out of the car, shaking his head as I smirk up at him.

The Treehouse is a restaurant in the sky that is impossible to get reservations for. Unless you call every single day, at least twice a day for weeks on end because you know the guy you are in love with has been following the food blogs and dying to go. He had been joining groups on Facebook, calling when people cancel their reservations and driving himself half mad in an attempt to eat there. Something he told me the first time we worked out together.

Maybe I knew I was meant to be with him forever then because that night I started making phone calls to try to get him here.

I had driven myself insane making sure that I got the reservation for him. I think it was a pity deal to get me to stop calling but hey, we were here.

It’s only ten tables served at a time, which is why it’s so hard to get a reservation. A veranda style porch wrapping around a big tree that we have to climb stairs up to get too. There are blankets that you can sit on or you can get a higher top and look out. But we scored this cute little blanket setup with a small table that is decorated in a lantern and some mossy flower setup that feels perfect for us.

It reminds me of something that you would see in a fairytale and I’m instantly buying into whatever hype this restaurant has because the ambiance is next level.

Ant drops beside me, wrapping an arm around me as we look out over the lake in front of us, twinkly fairy lights reflecting off the service as the sunsets in front of us and a feeling of excitement overwhelms me.

This moment. This is the perfect moment. I am ready to tell him-

“Sadie, I love you.” My head snaps up and I frown at him, Anthony throwing his head back and laughing at my pissed off expression, “Cam said you were going to be mad that I said it first. They all were so jealous that you were setting this all up for me and you know I love seeing them jealous.” He cups my face, thumb running over my pout as he tries to smooth out the sourpuss expression that has taken over my face.

I had done so much planning for this..

I feel annoyed that he beat me to it.

“I love you and I’m sorry that I ruined you telling me first,” His honesty is sweet and I know I can’t really stay mad at him when he is looking at me like that and telling me that he loves me. How could I even start to stay mad at him?, “Tonight, the car. This place. You. Baby, it’s everything to me. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. But even if there was nothing. Just you and me. Yeah, I would still love you, baby bro.”

Leaning in, I kiss him, a deep kiss on his lips that is just chaste enough for the public but lets him know that there is so much more coming.

“Get used to it, Anthony. I’m going to spoil that shit out of you.” He throws his head back, laughing at my words before leaning in and stealing another kiss, “I love you too. But you already knew that, I guess.” He smirks at my sass.

“Yeah, but hell, I love hearing you say it anyway.” I like saying it. I like him knowing and being able to verbalize it to him. “Now let’s take a picture so we can make those fuckers jealous and so that I can have a picture of the moment my future wife told me she loved me.” He knows exactly what he said to me because his eyes sparkle.

But I believe him.

I know that I’m going to be theirs forever. And even that doesn’t seem like it’s going to be enough with how much I love them. Nothing will ever be enough for the size of our feelings.

But I have the rest of my life to try.