Chapter 14 Clover
Clover
Was I dead?
No. Sore, but not dead. Every bit of me felt like it was made of lead, and I didn’t have nearly enough energy to move. Steady breathing was about all I could manage. How was every one-night stand better than the last? I was pretty certain I would perish if it got better than this one.
My pussy had been well and truly fucked.
I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to walk, but it also felt fucking amazing.
Sometimes I liked a reminder of the night before as I went through my day, and this experience would definitely be going into the spank bank, alongside my time with Hunter and Car Cutie.
I’d meant to leave a lot earlier. It was already daytime, but I was so thoroughly exhausted and so comfortable that the idea of getting out of this bed had zero appeal.
Logan dragged me closer, the warm breath of his sigh making me shiver as much as his stiff cock tucked against my ass. The air was absolutely drenched with peonies and sandalwood. It was soaked into the sheets and clung to my skin, filling my lungs and making my head swim.
He planted a line of kisses along the back of my shoulder. An experimental rock of his hips told me the exact direction of his thoughts this morning, and I couldn’t fault him one bit, because the heat of him against me made my pussy clench.
“Didn’t get enough of me last night?” Wow, when did my voice get that gravelly? Apparently I’d screamed myself half hoarse.
He growled. “Never.”
I wrangled together enough energy to shift my hips and give him quiet permission. My breath choked off at the first press of his tip inside me. Goddamn. He’d fucked me into next week, but even with the tenderness, my pussy was eager to experience him again.
Logan was a lot softer this time around. His power still hung in the air as he slid his palm up my body to cradle my throat. I melted instantly at the possessive hold.
I hadn’t given either of the others a chance to show me what a morning after would be like.
If it involved luxurious fucking while an alpha hottie held me like a treasure, I could get on board.
I shuddered with each slow thrust. Already breathless and needy, I thought about asking him to go harder, but I was pretty sure I might actually die if he gave me a taste of last night right now.
Mistakes were probably made. Logan had way more possessive vibes than my last two impromptu lovers and seemed like he might put up more of a fuss when I went on my way.
Except…not going on my way, or at least not for long, was pretty damn enticing at the moment.
I deserved breakfast tacos after this. If I didn’t refuel, I’d be stumbling around like a baby deer all day.
My best chance to skate by unnoticed would be to disappear while he showered, sprint home—unlikely, with the barely-able-to-walk situation going on—and stealth crawl across Meadow’s yard to the guesthouse in the hope that no one saw me.
I could pretend I’d been asleep the entire time.
I didn’t have a hangover, but Meadow wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between that and me moving slow after being fucked six ways to Sunday.
The plan blitzed right out of my head when Logan rolled me onto my back and climbed on top, looking like he was ready to eat me for breakfast.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” His cock slipped back inside me with a low groan out of him as his lips trailed over my throat.
“Hi,” I squeaked.
“Do we have time for me to knot you, or is the babysitter going to be pissed I kept you out all night?”
Oh, yeah. I hadn’t actually dissuaded Logan of the notion that Forest was my kid.
Honestly, it was kind of cute he was into me while thinking that.
I didn’t know that many single moms, but I had heard plenty of stories of how difficult dating could be and how weird a lot of men reacted.
I should probably tell him, but while he was inside me seemed like a poor choice of timing.
“Knot away. No one’s waiting for me at home right now.”
Shit. That was probably a dumb thing to say. What if Logan was a secret serial killer, and I had just given him the idea to keep me in his basement or something?
“More time for me, then,” he purred, clutching me close while his hips hit a smooth and steady rhythm that melted my ability to think with each stroke.
I clung hard, letting myself ride the waves of pleasure. Sucking back lungfuls of his sandalwood scent boosted me up the peak as fast as his hips. Why did he smell so fucking good?
“Fuck,” I gasped and dug my nails into his ass cheeks.
Panting and shivering, Logan fucked me over the edge, riding me into the mattress until he tumbled over alongside me with my name on his lips. His knot had my eyes crossing.
A pounding knock at the door scared the shit out of me.
“Logan!” a voice yelled. “Are you alive in there? Jacques finished brunch, and it’s going to get cold if you don’t hurry up.”
Logan growled. “Fuck off, Avery.”
“Who’s Jacques?” I asked.
“Our chef.”
“You have a chef?” A personal chef was pretty high on my list of things to acquire if I ever struck it rich. I didn’t mind cooking, but I certainly didn’t love it and ended up eating convenience foods more often than not.
“Well, that’s not very nice.” The door swung open, and Logan whipped the blankets over us before a strikingly familiar man paused. “Oh, shit, sorry.”
He froze, a shudder rolling through him as recognition dawned on him.
“Car Cutie?” I asked breathlessly. Why the hell was he in Logan’s room? I wasn’t awake enough for this. I tried to wiggle free, but I was well and truly knotted.
“Angel? Holy fucking shit. Is that what you’ve been calling me?”
“Well, I didn’t know your name to call you anything else.”
He laughed brightly. “I’ll take it. I thought I imagined your scent when I came home, but apparently not. What are you doing here? ”
I gestured to Logan stretched out on top of me.
Avery’s gaze darted between the two of us. “When? How? Weren’t you at the club last night, scoping out background dancer potentials? You found her and didn’t tell me?”
Logan groaned and planted his forehead against mine.
“Avery, in what fucking universe would I know the beautiful blonde omega you’ve been obsessed with would be this one?
There are a million beautiful blondes in LA.
Fuck, sorry, that sounds worse than I meant.
My brain is running on zero cylinders right now. ”
I shivered as Logan shifted, rolling over, sitting up and securing the blanket over my shoulders. Where was I supposed to look? Beautiful men were everywhere, but only one of them was in me, and it seemed almost rude to carry on a conversation with someone else. “You guys are in a pack?”
“Yep,” Avery replied, quickly parking his ass next to us. His ocean air scent crashed over me in a cloud, sending goose bumps racing down my arms and making Logan grunt when my pussy squeezed him.
It probably should’ve felt weirder than it did for Avery to butt in while Logan was knot-deep, but my unruly brain had been fantasizing about my recent lovers all together and was busy filling my head with all manner of salacious imagery.
Logan might be possessive, but packs were usually pretty good at sharing.
“Would it freak you out if I kissed you right now?” Avery asked. His pupils were blown wide and he looked about ready to pounce on me.
I got partway through shaking my head before his mouth was on mine. He devoured me like he was about to go off to war, and I relaxed into it, soaking up his craving like it was my own. I hadn’t even brushed my teeth yet, but he didn’t seem to care about that.
Logan’s hands slid from where they were securing the blanket and down to my waist, the fabric gliding down to expose more of me to Avery. Logan joined in, teasing the tender skin on my throat he had already probably left a dozen love bites on.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” Avery confessed.
That was exactly how I liked to leave men: always wanting more. He didn’t need to know that I had been affected the same. No sense giving him an ego.
“I need to touch you.” The hint of begging in Avery’s tone had heat curling in my belly.
“I’m not stopping you.”
“I need to fuck you,” he purred, kissing his way up my throat.
“Still not stopping you.” I hadn’t given him the opportunity to show me what he could really do last time, but I wasn’t going anywhere while on Logan’s knot, so he’d have a chance to impress me.
“You’re on a knot. I didn’t want to assume the back door was open for business. Hoped but not assumed.”
“Avery, shut up and fuck my ass.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I wasn’t entirely prepared for him to push me into Logan until both of us sprawled back. I hadn’t had many opportunities to play with multiple partners at the same time, but getting double-stuffed was close to the tippy top of my personal fantasy list.
Avery moved like lightning, yanking the blanket away and leaning over me to fish around in Logan’s bedside table. “Why isn’t this fucking organized?” Avery huffed. “Where’s the lube?”
“Use the slick,” I told him, already shaking in Logan’s arms. “There’s plenty of it.”
“I like the way you think. Let’s see if I can make a little more leak out.”
Before I could suss out what exactly he meant, he hoisted me so my back was to his chest and his fingers were diving between my thighs.