Chapter 22
Savannah
“O kay, how do I look ?” I ask Duchess as I step out of the bathroom.
She and Lucy are sitting on my bed since I came back to Salvation for some girl time.
It’s only been a few days since I’ve moved in with the guys, and while I love it, it’s a big change to live in a house with four men and a baby.
And, I’ve really missed my best friends. A part of me fears that if I don’t see them for so long, they’re going to forget about me. I can’t have that. I need them.
“You're giving off sexy fifties rockabilly vibes. I love it,” Duchess compliments, grinning as she takes in my dress.
It’s mostly red, ties up behind my neck, and flows out at the hips. It’s poofy and there’s this black and white polka dot pattern over my breasts, and some on the bottom trim of the skirt.
I blink at her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She laughs. “You look hot. Like Marilyn Monroe hot.”
“Again. No idea who that is,” I sigh, turning to look at myself in the mirror.
I hate that I don’t remember things. I now know that the things I’ve learned from movies and TV shows aren't always true. I’ve spent hours researching what's real and what's not.
I've learned and absorbed a lot of information, but there’s still a lot I have no idea about.
Like, whoever this Marilyn Monroe person is.
“Is she hot?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as I take in my dress.
“She was an actress and model, known as being the sex icon of the fifties and early sixties.”
“Oh.” I perk up. “Well, thank you. I like it.” My hair is curled, and I have some light makeup on. Both courtesy of Lucy. I’m shit at doing either. Maybe I should spend less time watching porn and more time looking up makeup tutorials on the internet. Porn sounds more fun, though. Not that I need it anymore now that I have my pack.
Being around them all the time and not having any of them inside me is driving me crazy.
My goal is to ride Jake like my own personal mechanical cock by the end of tonight.
Once we cross that line, doors are open for the rest of my pack to touch me.
Or, in my case, legs are open.
I snort at my own cheesy joke, and I see Duchess raise a brow at me in the mirror.
“Something funny?”
“Just thinking about sex.” I spin around to face her.
She laughs. “I should have guessed. I’m surprised you haven’t taken them all for a spin by now.”
“Me too,” I sigh heavily as I walk over to the bed and flop down on it backwards. “But I want my first time to be special, you know?” I roll over onto my stomach and place my hands under my chin, grinning. “It’s Jake’s first time, too. Can you believe he waited? For me !” The thought has butterflies attacking my stomach.
Not actual ones. It’s an idiom. Something I learned when Lucy said it was raining cats and dogs, and I ran outside in horror, only to find it was just raining really badly. I started looking for the cats and dogs, but there weren't any. I was sad. But also grateful because that's a big fall. They could have gotten hurt.
One time, Duchess said we needed to bite the bullet and end the session when she was killing someone. I looked at her funny but did as she asked, taking one of the bullets out of the chamber. I bit it, hated the taste, put it back into the chamber, and then shot the guy.
She looked at me funny and asked me why I did what I did. When I told her she told me to, she explained it was an idiom. I went home and looked up every idiom the internet would tell me so I can stop being so damn gullible.
Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it just makes me feel stupid.
My memory loss isn’t normal. Some things stick in the back of my mind, like I just know what to do, what things are, how to act, or how to function.
Other times, I take things literally. I don't always understand sarcasm.
I’m learning, though. And sometimes I get the sarcasm thing right. Duchess says too good at times.
Something I love about my pack is when I realize I’ve messed up, I don’t read the room right, or say something stupid they never point it out. They smile sweetly and appease me to save my feelings.
I’m aware yet, unaware of the world around me.
Because it’s not just memory loss, I know I have something else wrong with my head. I’m not all there, I’m nowhere near normal. I’m just as crazy as people think I am.
Fact is, I am who I am. I’m not sure that's ever going to change.
The doctor said that with the amount of trauma I’ve endured, I might never be the same.
While I’d like to remember my past, I don’t care if I do. I love my life, my friends, my pack, and Thor. I love the life I’ve built and what I’m continuing to add to it.
To say it in simple terms: if you don’t like me, then fuck off.
“I believe it.” Lucy smiles. “The way that man looks at you, talks about you. You're his whole world. Have been for years.”
I bite my lip, smiling as the warm and fuzzies fill me. I’m excited to get this alone time with Jake. I want to know more about our past together. How we met, how we became friends.
I could have asked him about it, but I felt like it would be better to bring something like that up during some us time.
“It’s my first date, and I want it to go perfectly,” I tell them as I get up off the bed and go to the mirror to fix my dress.
“It’s going to be amazing. Just be yourself and have fun,” Lucy encourages, coming to stand next to me.
“And no stabbing people!” Duchess reminds me.
“That’s no fun.” I pout. “What if they’re mean to me?”
She narrows her eyes. “Unless they put their hands on you or threaten harm, you can’t hurt them.”
“How about, as long as no one sees me do it?” I grin.
Duchess groans, throwing herself backwards onto the bed. “You're going to get yourself arrested one day.”
“No, I’m not,” I scoff. “I was trained by the best. Plus, my Alpha is a cop,” I point out.
She moves up onto her elbow. “Behave, Savvy,” she warns me.
“Okay.” I turn around to face her, putting my hands on my hips. “I could lie and tell you I will. But I don’t like lying. So, how about this? I’ll keep my hands to myself, and my blade tucked into my thigh strap as long as no one starts shit with me or my Alpha.”
“Fine,” she sighs heavily. “It’s the best I can ask for.”
A knock at the door gets all of our attention. Cobra stands in the doorway, looking all broody and shit, like normal. “There’s someone here to see Savannah," he grunts. “Says his name is Jake.”
A wave of nervousness hits me. “I’m not ready!” I spin around to face them with wide eyes.
“Yes, you are.” Lucy laughs. “You look stunning. Go, have fun, let Jake spoil you. I know he’s looking forward to this just as much as you are.”
“Okay,” I breathe out. “I can do this.”
“Yeah, you can,” Duchess agrees. ”You're a bad ass bitch.”
“Fuck yeah!” I shout. “I’m a bad ass bitch.” I turn to Cobra. “Aren’t I?”
“If I say no, will you hurt me?” he asks in a monotone voice.
“Maybe.” I shrug, giving him a playful grin.
“Then, yes, you're a bad ass bitch. You go, girl. Woo.” He waves his hand in the air, saying all this with the same monotone voice before turning and walking away.
“A little more enthusiasm next time would be nice!” I call after him.
The girls loop their arms through mine. “Let’s go get your Alpha.”
When we get to the bottom of the stairs, I freeze, eyes on the tall, stunning man waiting for me by the front desk. His hair is slicked back, beard neatly shaven, and he’s in black dress pants. But what has my pussy threatening to turn into a damn geyser is the fact he’s dressed in a black and red corset with a black dress shirt under it.
Oh. My. God.
“You smell like a whore house right now,” Duchess whispers in my ear. “If you don’t get your shit together, you're going to make that poor man cum in his pants. Again.”
That snaps me out of it, making me giggle. “I’m sorry, have you seen my Alpha?” I hiss, pointing to him.
I may have a thing for men in corsets. I may have also gone down a spiral of that one video channel called Men In Corsets. It’s the closest thing to porn without being porn.
“I have. And he looks very handsome.”
“Are you blind?” I narrow my eyes on her.
“No, but I am gay,” she laughs.
“Is everything okay?” Jake asks, voice mixed with amusement but a little bit of nerves, too.
I look back at him, and my whole body tingles. I have to clamp my thighs shut. I hate my slick panties, but if I didn’t have a pair on right now, it would be running down my leg.
Could always make him lick it up for you. You know how much you love a tongue between your thighs.
We lock eyes as I find myself drifting towards him, this pull in my chest leading me.
“You look amazing,” he whispers in awe, eyes sweeping over my body.
“Really?” I ask, spinning around. “You like?”
“I love it.” He smiles.
“I’m gonna be honest. It’s taking everything in me not to strip you down and fuck you right now.”
His eyes widen, and his lips part.
“What she means is, she has a lady boner for men in corsets. You're her wet dream right now,” Duchess rephrases from behind me.
I nod my head. “She's right. You are.”
His cheeks turn pink, and god, he’s so cute! “Oh. Ah, I’m glad,” he chuckles. “It’s not something I wear often; I haven't really had the opportunity to wear them, if I’m being honest.”
“Them?” I ask. “You have more than one?”
His cheeks grew ever so more pink. “I have a collection.”
Closing my eyes, I try to keep myself in check.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
“She’s fine.” Duchess laughs. “She just needs a minute. I’m sure she’s creaming her panties.”
She’s not wrong.
“Let’s go.” I grab his hand.
“Wait,” he says. I didn’t notice that one of his arms was tucked behind his back. “These are for you.” He pulls out a bouquet of roses, and my heart beats faster. “I hope they’re still your favorite."
“Jake,” I whisper, voice cracking. No. I will not cry and ruin my makeup. “I love them.”
Red roses are my favorite, next to cherry blossoms. And these are stunning.
“Damn, boy,” Duchess whistles. “You did good.”
“Thanks.” He chuckles. “But this is nothing. She deserves so much more than some flowers.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t make this out to be something small. It’s big to me, okay? I love roses. I’ve never gotten flowers before. So these...” I hold them up. “Mean the world to me.”
His eyes flick between mine, and he nods. “I’m glad.”
“How about we put these in some water, and I’ll drop them by your place when we go out for supper,” Lucy offers.
“Thanks.” I hand the roses to her.
“Ready?” Jake asks.
It’s my time to tell him to wait. “Almost.” I stand up on my tiptoes the best I can in these damn heels, and grab Jake’s face. I pull him down so that I can kiss him.
My whole body comes to life, and we both sigh into the kiss like this is where we’re meant to be.
“Now, I’m ready.” I smile as I pull back and take his hand.
Doesn’t matter what he has planned for us, I’m just excited to get out and experience new things. And what's even better is that I get to do it all with him. My Alpha. Mine.