28. Meadow
Chapter 28
Meadow
C alifornia was far too hot for my Seattle-loving self. Between my rapidly changing body and the insane temperature, I was struggling. I had sweat in places a person should never sweat.
It didn’t help that I was sleeping next to two hulking alphas who gave off enough body heat to run a small generator.
Rolling over, I clambered out of bed, being careful to avoid disturbing Hendrix. I loved a good cuddle, but despite the late hour, I wasn’t able to sleep, thanks to the heat. They’d promised me extra AC vents when the omega suite was finished, but Hendrix’s room didn’t have that, so I was forced to toast.
Arlo, I wasn’t worried about waking while I climbed out of bed. I had straight-up kicked him in my sleep—accidentally, of course—and he hadn’t even stirred. He slept like a very good-looking corpse.
I needed to cool down, and on the odd day Seattle had gotten too toasty for me, I’d turned to ice chips. Hopefully they had something in their freezer, or I could always take a meat mallet to some ice cubes. As far as treats went, it wasn’t the weirdest, so I padded toward the kitchen and found their fancy ice machine chugging away.
Being famous really did come with perks, like perfectly shaped nugget ice on demand.
The house was silent, given that it was nearly three a.m. I stood by the kitchen island, happily chomping on my ice for a moment, looking through the fridge for other potential late-night snacks.
Whoever stocked the fridge had done an excellent job, even if there was a lot more green than my tongue was currently craving. The pantry was full of chips, gummy candy, and chocolates—not the generic kind, either. They were fancy ones with multiple flavors. Rummaging through, I grabbed a few raspberry chocolates and took them with me as I ventured back to the bedroom.
Halfway there, I heard a string of curses coming from a room down the hall, the light gleaming beneath the door.
“It’s motherfucking defective!” an angry voice hissed.
Frowning, I turned on my heel and headed toward the voice, popping the chocolate into my mouth as I did so. Curious, I opened the door and stuck my head in to find Phin and Beckett sitting on the floor, pieces of furniture scattered around them as they stared forlornly at the wordless instructions.
It was a nursery! There was a crib against the far wall, and the entire room had been freshly painted—judging by the smell and the swipes of paint on their clothes and skin—a rich green with soft yellow flowers.
They were building me a nursery in the middle of the night. My heart stuttered as an overwhelming feeling of happiness came over me.
“What on earth are you two doing?”
Both of their faces whipped toward me.
“Um…aiming for a surprise?” Phin said.
“Did we wake you?” Beckett asked with a frown, clearly unhappy with the idea he could have disturbed my sleep.
I shook my head. “I was roasting and wanted some ice to munch on.” I held up my cup of ice with a grin. “You’re up so late.”
Beckett sighed, running his hand through his hair. “We were trying to get the nursery set up for you, but I think we’ve been bested.” He looked so dejected.
I reached out, resting my hand on his shoulder and cocking my head as I looked over the pieces of furniture they were trying to fit together. Hmmm…
I grabbed the instructions, reading over them and glancing at the pieces awaiting assembly, and then nudged one oddly angled piece with my toes. “You put half of this upside down.”
Beckett groaned. “Son of a bitch.”
Without another word, the pair of them rearranged the bits of furniture and tried to pull them all together into one cohesive piece.
They slotted together perfectly.
I stood back and watched them with a smile, happily chewing on my ice and chocolates as they tightened the last few screws.
When they were finished, we all took a step back. Beckett looked at the completed changing table with wide eyes before bursting into loud laughter, bent at the waist, unable to contain himself. “Goddamn! We spent the last hour trying to put that thing together, and you’re telling me that all we needed to do was turn a hunk of wood around?”
Phin shook his head. “We really aren’t builders, are we?”
“You are,” I said. “Look at everything you did in here! It’s beautiful.”
Beckett dropped an arm over my shoulders. “You really like it?”
“I love it.”
“You’re welcome to change it in any way you want. I just wanted you to have a good base to work off.” He hummed, kissing the top of my head in a gesture that made my brain go mushy.
“You have to check out the closet! It’s fully stocked.” Phin bounced in place, and the second I made a move toward the closet doors, he leapt across the space to swing them open for me. “All the onesies with little instruments on them were my doing!” he declared happily. “We found way too many cute baby things and couldn’t resist.”
Beckett was back right at my side as I poked through the clothing, and I leaned into his embrace.
“This baby is going to learn to play an instrument before they can even write with a family like this.” I chuckled.
Phin beamed. “You laugh, sweets, but we’ve already been looking at miniature instruments for the little nugget! They’re going to take the world by storm with their skills if we have anything to say about it.”
Beckett hummed. “Imagine a toddler on tour with us with a mini guitar. I can’t think of anything more adorable.”
“Wouldn’t a baby on tour cramp your style?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Never!” Phin said. “Though we’ll have to talk to Gary about what to do once the baby’s born. I don’t know about the others, but I don’t think I’m going to want to be away for longer than a day or two.”
“I agree. We can focus on albums for a while, only local shows, and save the tours for later,” Beckett said, before tapping my shoulder. “Are you hungry?”
“It’s, like, three in the morning,”
He shrugged. “So? I’m starved, and I make a mean grilled cheese.”
At the mention of grilled cheese, my stomach let out a loud gurgle, making the guys burst out into laughter.
“Let’s go feed you, sweets.”
I sat on the kitchen island while Beckett made grilled cheese sandwiches and Phin sliced the cheese, feeding me little pieces of it.
Cheese to a pregnant woman was like rain to a shrub. I needed it.
“Another?” Phin asked, holding out a small cube.
Grinning, I opened my mouth. He popped the delicious snack onto my tongue and watched me with a different type of hunger while I swallowed.
“Get back to work, Phin.” Beckett laughed, flipping a sandwich.
“But it’s so much more fun feeding her,” Phin whined, his smile never slipping.
This close, I couldn’t help but admire his face. His smile was basically ever-present and gave him a touch of a baby face, even with his sharp jawline and gorgeous hazel eyes. I didn’t know if it was the late hour, but something made me feel bold. Leaning forward, I placed a quick kiss on his lips, so soft it was almost a whisper, before leaning back, suddenly shy and finding it difficult to meet his eye.
My gaze was firmly on my lap when a hand lightly cupped the side of my neck. Phin turned me to face him, stepping forward so he was between my legs. He smiled down at me, leaning in for a much longer, almost lazy kiss. His vanilla and black tea taste made my entire body hum with happiness and desire.
Curling my fingers into his shirt, I pulled myself flush with him, surrendering to the kiss. Instinctually, my legs wrapped around his waist, and there was no missing the feel of his hardness through my thin sleep shorts. Though Phin moved slowly with the kiss, it was deep and thorough, melting my brain and forcing a long, low moan past my lips as he swept his thumb down the column of my throat. God, if he fucked anything like he kissed, he was going to ruin me.
The sound of the frying pan had stopped as Beckett paused what he was doing to watch us. That should have embarrassed me, but something about the prospect of being watched made my neediness ramp up.
“I think I need a better taste,” Phin muttered against my lips.
“You’re getting a pretty good one right now.”
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at me. “That’s not what I mean, sweets.” He leaned down to kiss the spot under my ear that made me squirm, nipping the lobe and whispering roughly. “I’m talking about that sweet slick I can smell dripping from your pussy.”
My brain short-circuited as I gaped at him. He turned that easy smile on me again, his eyes glittering with lust. It was one thing to let him kiss me in front of his pack member, but was I going to let him do that ?
Who was I kidding? Of course I was.
“What do you say?” Phin kissed my neck again when I took too long to answer. “Can I have a taste?”
My eyes met Beckett’s. He was watching us hungrily, and my core clenched, goose bumps rising on my skin at the heat in his honey-brown eyes.
Did I want this?
Hell fucking yes, I did.
“Please!” The word came out strangled with need, but it got the point across.
Phin pulled back, beaming at me as he helped me to my feet so he could tug down my sleep shorts and panties before lifting me onto the counter again. As my folds were exposed to the cool air, my perfume exploded around us. Beckett moved closer, and while not close enough to touch, I could clearly see the way his nostrils flared.
“She smells delicious,” Phin crooned as he sank to his knees. Every nerve ending in my body was on edge, and I was going to explode if he didn’t do something soon. Even though he only made me wait a moment, it felt like a moment too long.
Thankfully, before I could cry out and plead with him, he dove in and ate me out like a man starved.
And holy fuck, could that man eat .
My hand clenched in his hair as he methodically lapped at my folds. He had only just started, but already my legs were trembling. Looking around the room desperately, my eyes landed once again on Beckett, who was watching us with rapt attention, the front of his sweatpants tenting.
I wanted to taste him.
All in good time.
“How does she taste?” Beckett asked.
“Fucking perfect,” Phin muttered from between my legs, nipping the inside of my thigh. “Sweet and floral. I think I’ve found my new favorite snack!”
I threw my head back with a desperate moan as he sucked on my clit with enough force to send sparks running through my limbs. “Phin… fuck .”
“How does he feel, darling?” Beckett was closer this time, his proximity sending a shiver through me. I turned toward him with a plaintive whine, and he finally stepped close enough for me to reach out and touch. I grabbed the front of his shirt and roughly pulled him in. His hands caught the counter so he didn’t trip over Phin, and then his mouth was on mine in a demanding kiss.
Normally, I would have been more self-conscious, concerned he would reject me, but in that moment, with Phin’s tongue doing magical things to me, all I wanted was more .
Only, I wasn’t in control for long after instigating the kiss. Beckett easily took over, his hand tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me firmly in place while his tongue ravaged my mouth.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, his grip on my neck never wavering.
“You,” I answered simply. “ Both of you.”
Beckett’s eyebrows rose as a smile spread across his face while Phin continued to wind my body closer and closer to release. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my focus slipping. My core clenched as Phin slid two fingers in, finding my G-spot and rubbing hard.
I came impossibly hard, clutching on to Beckett while my vision blurred and I shouted in release.
“Good girl,” Beckett cooed as I came down.
I was already overly sensitive; I couldn’t deal with praise on top of that.