Chapter 8
Eight
Vivian
My brain power is a little slow today. Even with the blueprints and detailed ideas a client gave me, I'm struggling to find suitable places in his home to add a few more nests.
My mates remodeled a pack home last year, but the omega has kept in contact with me. Max likes to text me and check in at least once a week. Jarek and the other two try to encourage me to hang out with the other omega, but I just think Max pities me.
He has his own uniqueness that increases his ability to empathize with my struggles. That's all. Plus, I suppose we worked together a lot during the remodel to get his bedroom and nest perfect. Max really is a sweet guy, and I can see myself being friends with him if I weren't so high maintenance.
Honestly, just the fact that he feels the need to check in on me so frequently is enough to make me feel bad. Sometimes it's subtle things like asking me what I had for dinner, then he follows it up by sharing what he had to soften the blow.
It's possible I have some fucked up faulty thinking, but either way, it's been a year and I haven't seen him in person since. Not sure why he keeps talking to me but it’s...nice.
When Max texted me yesterday, he asked what I was doing. I told him I was reading in my window nest and I about threw up when my phone lit up with a request to video call.
Kade demanded I answer the call—lowkey barked. I could have told him no, but I was curious about why Max would step up our communication. So with a scowl at my alpha I hit accept.
I was a little bummed when I realized Max called me solely to ask about my multiple nests. Later I felt silly after he hired me to configure where he might have suitable space in his home for extra nests too. We aren't friends. He pities someone who works for him is all.
Huffing, I flip through the printed sheets of his mood board he sent over. My issue with designing multiple spaces for him is he likes them to be small and boxed in.
"How's it going, little Omega?" Kade plops himself down on the blanket beside me. The midday sun warms me and the trees around our property keep the wind mild.
Not wanting to talk through my frustrations, I point my pen at the one solution I've found. If Max has his alphas pull the couch off the wall and out of the corner, he can use that space for a living room nest.
"I like it. They could put some of the fabric wall panels in it to make it feel softer and more secure for Max. The loft above also has the storage room he could convert into another nest if his pack was willing to reorganize."
Nodding rapidly, I write that down. I didn't think about converting any spaces already in use, but I know Max's pack loves him endlessly. Moving some boxes around and extra winter clothes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Especially if it makes their omega happy and secure.
As I work, I think about other angles that I hadn't before. I'm starting to wonder if we should offer to include multiple smaller nests in our remodel packages. Definitely something to bring up with the guys since they run the business. I'm just a random creative eye when requested.
For a while, Kade and I sit in silence as I continue to ponder more options. His eyes move from me to Jarek and Silas who have been tossing a football around for almost an hour now.
Maybe part of my problem is their sweaty, athletic bodies running around in front of me having fun. My pussy has clenched a few times, especially when they tackle each other.
I'm moments away from giving up on my task for the day when Kade chuckles. Glancing at my alpha, I bask in the way his smile lights up his usually hard eyes. He's so serious and wound tight all the time. He should be playing.
Nudging him, I gesture to the other two in question. Kade shakes his head. "I'm staying right here. You could get hit with the ball while you're distracted."
Tossing my pen down on the blanket, I turn to him and raise a brow. His protectiveness loosens the hold on my voice. "That's silly. They would never even throw it in this direction."
"I'm not taking any chances, Vivie," he rumbles, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "You're too precious to leave in the line of fire with no protection."
"I can catch a football, Kade." I've spent many years learning the game and figuring out how to play catch with my pack. I may not do the whole tackling thing, but I can catch and throw a football well enough to keep up with them thanks to Silas coaching me in college.
Kade's eyes flash with dominance before his hand grips my jaw. "Not if you're distracted, Omega. Don't tell me not to protect you. You'll never be able to argue your case enough to get me to leave you."
Blowing out a breath, I will my anxiety to relax. Sometimes when they say such intense things, my insecurities rise so fast they steal my voice. I swallow and smile instead.
"And if I want to go play?" I sound a little breathless, making my question sound like an innuendo when it's really not. Kade needs to have some fun and I could use some of the same.
Kade's lips twitch like I knew they would.
Dirty minds think alike. "Come on then," he says.
I watch as he climbs to his feet, and his towering position above me makes me slick my panties.
He tsks at me, then he bends down, grabs my hips, and sets me on my feet.
"Naughty, Omega. Now you have to run around with wet panties. "
"Who said I was wearing panties?" I tease and immediately sprint away from him, catching the football as it flies from Jarek to Silas.
"Ohhhhh, intercepted!" Jarek hoots, laughing and running to block Kade from me.
Our pack alpha's growl and whiskey scent swirl around the air as he rushes toward me. I squeak and sprint past Silas, adding another barrier between my slick soaked leggings and my slightly unhinged alpha.
He fucking loves it when I don't wear panties. I'd need at least four hands to count the amount of leggings, shorts, skirts, and sweatpants he's ripped off me to get to my wet pussy.
Kade is like an alpha in rut when I tease him with easy access. With each stride, my leggings rub against my slippery clit and I know for a fact that I'm leaving a trail of perfume in my wake.
Some sweaty knotting in the backyard on this beautiful Sunday would be perfect.