29. Dakota
Dakota
“ C an we go home yet?” I whined as we funneled even more heifers into the barn.
Montana shook his head, running a hand over his hair as he surveyed the herd in front of us. “This is the last batch to vaccinate, then we can head back.”
“Don’t you hate being away from her?” I asked. Ever since Piper had come crashing into our lives, leaving the house every day was getting harder and harder. I just wanted to spend all my time with our girls.
“I’ll take care of these last few if you want to go to the house,” Montana offered.
“You don't mind?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
My twin grinned at me. “You’ll owe me one.”
That felt suspiciously like a trap, but I wanted to go see our girls, so I would worry about that later.
“Thanks!” I shouted as I sprinted out of the barn. “This is why you’re my favorite!”
His laugh could be heard as I fled.
The barn I'd been working at was only a five-minute drive from the main house, so in what felt like no time at all, I was pulling up and moving into the house where Maisie and Piper were doing something in the kitchen.
Turned out, they were making fresh bread. Maisie was standing on a little stool next to Piper as the pair of them wore matching aprons, kneading a large lump of dough.
Piper’s hair was piled on top of her head, and she was wearing another sundress.
I needed to send Emmy a thank-you card.
“How’s my girls?” I said warmly, walking over to them and kissing Piper on the cheek. She leaned into the touch but didn't remove her hands from the ball of dough she was kneading.
“Hi, Daddy D!” Maisie greeted me, holding out her sticky, dough-covered fingers for a hug.
The way she beamed up at me with such love, I almost fell for it.
“Give Daddy a hug after you wash your hands; you’re all sticky!” Piper explained.
Maisie paused, then nodded. “Daddy D, stay there. We hug soon.”
“Of course, I’m going to stay right here,” I informed her as I rested a hand on Piper’s back, unable to resist touching her. She faced me, a soft, graceful smile on her face. The new angle was perfect to peck her on the lips, and my action was rewarded with a bigger smile.
“Mommies and daddies kiss—is Piper my mommy?” Maisie asked curiously, cocking her head.
Piper stilled, and my eyes widened so far, I was surprised they didn’t fall right out of my head. That was a loaded question if I ever heard one.
“Well…that depends,” I said. Piper was now a bonded member of our pack, so it wasn't like she was going anywhere, and she had expressed several times that she was interested in being a mother to Maisie.
But we hadn't really discussed how we would approach that when it came to the little lady herself. “Do you want Piper to be your mommy?”
Maisie's brow furrowed for a second, as if she were deep in thought. Piper's dough-covered hand reached for mine, and below the counter, we grasped at each other. I was nervous enough, so Piper was probably spiraling, just waiting for an answer.
“Think I like that.” Maisie nodded before turning back to the bread she was making.
Was it really that simple? Piper and I looked at each other with matching expressions of confusion on our faces.
“Okay…” Piper said, her words slow as she thought about what she was saying. “That’s good. Now, shall we put our bread in the oven?”
Maisie nodded, and I stood back and watched as the pair of them continued their task.
When the door opened again, and I saw Montana, I grabbed Maisie, who giggled maniacally and strode over to him.
“Daddy Montana!” she shouted excitedly.
“You need to go clean up, little miss. I think it’s bath time.”
My twin took our daughter, not caring about the sticky fingers, while shooting me a confused look. “What have you been up to, Maisie Moo?”
“Bread!” she declared excitedly.
“Making bread,” I agreed. “But now Daddy D and Mommy need to go get cleaned up…”
Montana’s face turned from confusion to disapproval to mild disappointment. If it hadn't been for Maisie, I assumed he would have asked us to join.
Sadly for him, Maisie now wanted cuddles with Daddy M.
“I’ll get you back for this,” he grumbled.
“I look forward to it.” I smirked. “Bye, sweet girl! Have fun!” I kissed the top of her head before dashing out of the room, to the kitchen, where Piper was already cleaning up.
“Is there a timer on?” I asked. Piper nodded. “Perfect, Montana can get the bread out of the oven. Now you’re mine!” I declared, scooping her up bridal style and striding down the hall toward her bedroom, enjoying the sound of her giggles as we went.
“Dakota! What are you doing?” she asked through laughter.
“Well, pretty girl, you got awfully messy—I think a shower is in order.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me as we entered the bathroom. “I think I can shower alone…”
“But why would you?” I asked, putting her down with wide eyes. “Safety in numbers! Slippery showers could cause issues…” As I spoke, I reached into the shower and turned on the waterfall showerhead.
Piper cocked her head to the side, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “You know, you’re right. Maybe I should get Clay, seeing as you’re so—hey!” She was cut off with a laugh as I turned the shower on, dragging both of us in there fully clothed.
“Dakota!” she laughed as water rained down on us. Her sundress was already thin, so within seconds, it was clinging to her like a second skin. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Oh no, look how wet your pretty dress is!” I gasped playfully. “I guess we’d better remove it.”
Piper shook her head with a laugh. “Oh no, I think your clothes also need to come off.”
“Easily remedied,” I said, whipping my shirt off with shocking speed before reaching for the buckle on my jeans.
Wet denim wasn’t the easiest thing to remove, but I wasn’t going to let anything slow me down on my mission to get me and my pretty omega very naked and so dirty that we’d need another shower.
Piper leaned back against the shower wall, her hair now falling in damp tendrils around her face as she watched me hungrily.
As soon as the offending fabric was off my body and thrown in a corner, my attention turned to Piper. Grabbing the hem of her dress, I pulled it over her head, leaving her in only a tiny pair of panties.
I wanted to rip them off with my teeth.
“Fuck me, alpha,” she whispered in that sweet and sultry voice that almost brought me to my knees.
Her words unleashed something in me. I went from hovering near her to pressing her up against the tiles, our lips crashing together hungrily. Addiction was a slippery slope, but I was swiftly becoming obsessed with the taste of Piper Blackwood.
Good thing she belonged to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I said as I looked down at her, shameless in my perusal of her body. My hand reached out, running a finger over her nipple and smirking when it puckered from the attention.
“Dakota,” she whimpered, my name a beautiful prayer on her lips.
“Feeling a little needy, are we?” I asked with a chuckle, my hand trailing down and brushing against her folds, making her mewl with need.
What other sounds could I pull out of her?
“Just think about how good it’ll feel to be stretched out over your alpha's cock,” I hummed nipping at her neck, finding my bonding mark and sucking on the skin. She tasted like sunshine and was utterly mine.
“More,” she growled and leaned forward, nipping at my shoulder right over my bonding mark, sending sparks over my skin.
“Don’t do that, pretty girl, unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences,” I said, my voice thicker than usual.
“And what are those?” she asked, her voice turning to a strangled moan as my fingers slid deep, finding that sweet spot inside that made her see stars.
“My cock,” I rumbled, “buried to the hilt in this sweet, perfect, slick-coated pussy.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my fingers, making Piper squirm. Her walls were already starting to tighten. I was getting her there so fast I wanted to shout in pride, but that could wait.
Piper peered up at me, her expression defiant, before she leaned forward and bit my bond mark. Hard.
The whine she let out at the loss of my fingers was guttural, but it turned into a scream of pleasure when I grabbed her thighs, lifting her against the shower wall, and lined my cock up with her slick-coated entrance.
Her hands flew to my shoulders, anchoring us in place.
I was so close to filling her. I needed it more than anything.
“Last chance to back out before I fuck you full of my cum.” My words were rough as I tried to remain in control. Piper was making the animalistic side of my alpha rear his head.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, her forehead resting against mine as she clutched my neck. “Fuck me, alpha.”
I didn’t hesitate, thrusting forward. Her pussy was so goddamned tight, I was surprised I fit, but fuck, she accepted every inch of me beautifully.
The shower stall was clouded with thick steam, her honeysuckle scent mixed with my own, so thick it clouded my every sense.
I loved it. Our scents blended together so well.
“Fuck, you’re like a vise,” I ground out.
“Give me all of it,” she whimpered desperately.
I couldn’t make her wait or draw it out. Rearing back, I thrust forward, pressing her into the tiles, her tits pressed up against me.
“You’re strangling my cock. Are you hungry for my cum? Because you’re going to get every. Last. Drop.” I punctuated the last three words with thrusts, and each time I filled her to the hilt, my body radiated with electricity.
It didn’t take long for her to come, screaming as her walls milked my cock for every drop of cum. As she came down, I slowed my thrusts, giving her time.
She leaned forward, whispering the words in my ear that made my knees weak. “I want to taste your cum.”
Well, fuck.
I wanted that as well.
Piper wriggled out of my arms, and I let her, my mind now only able to focus on the thought of her lips wrapped around me.
She sank to her knees, smirking up at me, her eyes sparkling.
When she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock whole, I almost came there and then.
My hand fisted in her hair while still letting her control the pace. There was something so fucking hot about seeing her on her knees in the shower, with her mouth full of me.
“I’m close,” I growled. It felt too good. I wanted more, but after having her pussy walls clamping down on me, I was ready to blow.
Her pace increased, a hum in the back of her throat making me groan.
Her mouth was lethal.
Swirls of her tongue around my head were like lightning through my spine, and then she was stroking as she patted me against her extended tongue.
My hips flexed as she took all of me again, and it was when she looked up at me, going all the way down to my knot, where she swiped that pink tongue of hers over the sensitive skin, that I lost it.
I came, and I came hard . One hand tangled in her hair, the other resting on the shower wall in a desperate attempt to keep me standing.
Rope after rope of cum filled her mouth, but she swallowed every last drop, her hands squeezing my knot as she did so.
My soul temporarily vacated my body as she kept sucking, even through the aftershocks.
When she finally let my cock go, she smirked up at me, scrunching her nose adorably. “I think we’re going to need another shower.”