Chapter 29
Savannah
“P ink or brown?” I eye myself up in the mirror, tilting my foot to the side to get a better look before spinning around to face Thor. He’s sitting on my bed, eating—is that pizza? Where the hell did he get pizza? And where can I get some?
Focus, Savvy. Food later.
“I’m thinking of the pink. I’m liking the bedazzled, but does it give you cowgirl vibes?”
Thor chitters, and I nod my head. “You're right. Pink is much more flattering on me, and it matches my outfit.”
I’m dressed in light blue denim shorts, a white crop top, a pink leather jacket with tassels, and pink rhinestone cowgirl boots topped off with a pink cowgirl hat. My hair is down, curled and I did my makeup to match. I look and feel like a country Barbie, and I love it.
After my heart-to-heart with Leroy earlier, we sat and talked for hours. He told me every little detail about his life, and I ate up everything he said.
One of the biggest surprises about him is that he grew up on a farm in Texas. I’ve never been, but I’ve seen a few movies set there. He does not have an accent, which is kind of disappointing. A Southern drawl is kind of sexy.
Anyway, he said that he loved country music. Now, I’m not a fan of it, but I don’t mind a few of the fast-paced, upbeat songs.
Another surprise is that he likes to go dancing. Didn’t even bother holding back the surprise on my face when he said that.
When you first look at Leroy—the tall, silver-haired fox that looks like he can crush you between his hands—you don’t think of the two-step, that's for sure.
But hey, I’m not one to judge a book by its cover.
Okay, another lie. I am. Like real books, though. I’m a cover whore. In the past week alone, I’ve bought every pretty cover I saw, even if I had no idea what the book was about.
Caleb is not good for my lack of impulse control when buying because everytime I see something and want it, he doesn’t let me put it back or say no. I mean, I’m not going to argue with the man, but I’m not twisting his arm to buy it so....
Something hits the back of my head, jolting me out of my thoughts. “What the fuck!” I shout, spinning around. Thor chitters, and I glare at him before looking down to see what he just threw at me. “What the hell is this?” I ask, raising a brow. Bending down, I grab what looks like a dildo off the floor. Raising a brow, I eye it up. It’s blue and translucent. “A little on the small side,” I huff, and Thor chitters again. “No. It is not mine.” I roll my eyes. “I got rid of most of my toys. Don’t really need them when you have Alpha’s with fat cocks. Although some toys are fun. But this–” I hold up the dildo. “Is not mine. It’s too small.”
Thor holds something else up, and my brows pinch together more. “Where are you getting these?” I take what looks to be a harness from him. Holding the two of them up together, I stare for a moment before it clicks. “Holy fuck. It’s a strap-on.” I laugh in disbelief.
The next second, I’m racing out of the room, Thor hot on my heels.
“Caleb!” I shout, getting all the guys' attention when I come skidding to a stop in the living room. “Is this yours?”
“What is that?” Jake asks, tilting his head to the side. “Is that a dick?” He looks at Caleb. “Why the hell do you have a dick? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“That he likes to take it up the ass? Because I’m pretty sure that’s a strap-on?” Walker adds, squinting his eyes.
Leroy sighs and looks to Athena, who is sitting on his knee. “Welcome to the crazy house,” he coos. “Good thing you don’t have a clue what's going on.” She lets out a high-pitched squeal as her little arms and legs flail. Ugh, she’s so cute it hurts.
“Where did you get that?” Caleb asks, his cheeks pinkening as he gets up off the chair and storms over to me.
“Aw, is Caleb embarrassed?" Walker teases.
“No,” Caleb snaps. “Like I give a shit if I enjoy something in my ass. It feels good. Trust me, give your prostate a good massage to the point you cum so hard your eyes cross and tell me it’s not worth it.” He spins back to me. “It was supposed to be a surprise. I hid it in my closet.”
“Gonna have to find better hiding places than that.” I grin. “Thor is good at finding just about anything.”
“Wait?” His nostrils flare, eyes shooting down at Thor. “You're telling me the little rat went snooping through my things?”
Thor climbs up my body to sit on my shoulder and starts chittering to Caleb.
“Thor,” I scold him. “That’s not nice.”
“What did he say?” Caleb growls.
“Ahh...” I don’t want to be mean to my Alpha. Thor really shouldn’t be saying things like that to anyone. “It’s not important."
“Baby Girl,” he growls, and I sigh.
“Fine. He says if you’re gonna act like a little bitch, you may as well be fucked like one.”
“What?!” Caleb shouts. “You little shithead.” He gets in Thor’s face. “You better be happy I’m madly in love with your mother or I’d be making raccoon soup!”
Thor chitters a list of swears, and I groan.
“Please? Can the two of you get along?” I ask, sighing heavily
“No!” Caleb says, at the same time, that Thor chitters the same sentiment.
The two of them start arguing, and I roll my eyes and look at the guys. “Can you believe these two?” I ask. “Bickering like children.”
Thor snatches the dildo that I’m still holding out of my hand and slaps Caleb across the face with it.
The room collectively goes silent as we all gape in disbelief. Caleb’s eyes grow wide as he stares at Thor, stunned.
“He did not just slap me with a dick,” Caleb says in disbelief.
“Oh, he fucking did!” Walker starts cackling like a madman.
“I’m going to kill you!” Caleb roars, and Thor screams before scrambling off me and out of the room. “Get back here, you little fucker!” Caleb shouts, running after him.
“Boys!” I shout after them, but they’re already gone.
Sighing, I turn back around. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with the two of them.”
“Don’t worry about them.” Jake chuckles. “Wanna tell us why you're all dressed up. You look adorable by the way.”
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” I say in my best southern accent as I tip my hat toward him. “I’m going dancing.”
“You are?” Leroy is the one to ask.
“In all honesty, I should say, we are.” I grin, turning to Leroy. “Go on, big boy, go get dressed.”
He blinks at me, lips parted. “Ah, okay, then.” He grins and gets to his feet. He hands the baby off to Jake. “I’ll be right back.” He starts to leave but stops beside me. Gripping my chin, he tilts my head up. “You're amazing,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips before taking off and leaving me panting. I’m getting some tonight, and it’s going to be by that fine-as-fuck silver fox. I will make that man mine before the night is done.
“Dancing, huh?” Walker asks, pulling me into his arms. I lean into his touch, loving his warmth as honey and clove swirl around me. “Why dancing?”
“Because I’ve never been dancing. And our Beta needs a little reminding that he’s mine.” I shrug. Walker’s face falls, but I lean up and kiss him on the lips. “Don’t worry. I got him.”
Walker kisses me again and lets me go so I can say goodbye to Jake and the baby. After giving both of them kisses, I turn around to find Leroy waiting in the living room entrance.
“Hot damn,” I murmur as I take him in.
He lets out a low chuckle that’s as smooth as whiskey and it goes right to my pussy. I have to clench my damn walls shut to keep myself from slicking. “I’ll take that as a compliment, little lady,” he says, tilting his hat.
“Oh my god, you do have an accent,” I moan. Yeah, there's no hope for me. Be free pussy, gush away, weep for this Beta. You know you want to.
He laughs again. “I can when I want to.” He winks. “I’m assuming by the way you're dressed, we’re going to a country bar?”
He’s dressed in dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Those alone aren't all that different than what he normally wears, but the cowboy boots and hat changes the whole vibe.
“Little Monster?” Leroy’s amused voice has my eyes snapping up to look him in the eye.
“Huh, sorry. What did you say?” I ask, blinking. “I totally wasn’t paying attention and was very much ogling your body.”
He tosses his head back and laughs. The pure joy on this man's face makes me so damn happy right now.
“Alright,” I say, walking over to him. “Let’s go dancing!” I grab his hand and start leading him towards the door. “I can’t promise I won’t stab anyone, though.”
“Wait. What? Why would you need to stab anyone?” he asks, sounding confused.
I stop and look at him over my shoulder with a raised brow. “You're joking, right? You did look in a mirror while getting ready, didn’t you? Baby, you are a walking talking, tall glass of fine Beta ass. You're going to turn heads and if a bitch looks too long, I’m gonna cut her.”
His cheeks pinken. Holy mother of god, he’s so adorable! I hate that he can’t see how he’s the whole package.
“Jake! Grab him!” I hear Caleb’s voice shout from somewhere in the house.
“No!” Jake shouts back. “I have the baby.”
I deflate, the happiness falling right off my face.
“Don’t worry about them,” Walker says. I look over to find him standing at the end of the stairs. “I got them.”
“Let’s get out of here before it turns into a madhouse,” I say, pulling Leroy the rest of the way out the door.
“You sure they’re going to be okay?” Leroy asks, looking over his shoulder.
“They’re going to be fine. Caleb and Thor are only playing.” I brush off his concern, not wanting it to ruin our night.
“Yeah... playing. Sure. That's what they’re doing.”
I knew I was going to turn heads when I walked into the bar, but I didn’t expect it to be every single person’s head.
As I take a look around the room, I can tell why. They are clearly jealous of my outfit. All of theirs look so dull and lifeless.
It’s pretty packed, but I’m not surprised. It’s nine at night on a Friday.
“This is pretty cool.” I look around.
It’s almost identical to what I’ve seen country bars look like on TV.
Okay, so there’s not much of a difference between this place and a regular bar, apart from some of the decor and the fact people are wearing country themed clothes.
By the looks of it, Leroy and I are the only ones wearing hats, but a good dozen or so are wearing the boots, so I call that a win.
“Let’s get a drink,” I tell him when I see him looking like a deer in the headlights.
“Yeah. A drink.” He nods.
We head to the bar and I ask for a non-alcoholic drink and a whiskey for Leroy. I know he likes it because he drinks a glass on occasion when the baby is in bed and we’re all relaxing for the night.
“You don’t wanna drink?” he asks me as we take a seat on the stools.
I shrug. “I’ve never drank before. But I’ve never really wanted to. Alcohol affects your mental state and your ability to think straight. I don’t want to put myself in a position where I’m vulnerable and someone can take advantage of me.”
His eyes soften as he shifts his body so that my legs are between his. He puts his hands on my waist and leans in. “You know I’d never let anything happen to you, right? You're safe with me. Always.”
“I know.” I smile up at him. “I got myself my own personal bodyguard."
He chuckles. “As if you need anyone to protect you.”
“Need, no.” I shake my head. “I don’t need anyone to protect me. I’ve made it so that I don’t have to rely on anyone to save me. But you wanna know something that I never thought I’d say?”
“What’s that?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs in a comforting touch.
“When it comes to you and the guys, I might not need it, but I want it. To know that my pack has my back, that I can let my guard down and know I’m safe because you guys would never let anything happen to me.”
“You do have that, you know?” His voice is low and gruff. “With us.”
“I know,” I agree.
“Would you be open to having a drink? Let me be by your side and trust me that I won’t let anything bad happen to you?”
Life is good. I’m not looking over my shoulder, wondering if Corbin is going to come back for me.
Duchess has been keeping tabs on him, and from what she knows, he believes the story of my death and isn’t looking for me.
I have a pack of men who love me, a daughter I’ve claimed as my own and Thor. I have two best friends who have been by my side from the moment they met me, and I’m working my way down my revenge list.
Life is good. Almost too good. In the back of my mind, I’m screaming that this isn’t going to last. That something bad’s going to happen.
This is me we’re talking about. How can I go from being held captive for years, being assaulted and abused, to literally living my fairytale fantasy?
But as I look into Leroy's blue eyes, I know I’m safe.
One night of fun isn’t going to hurt, right?
“Okay.” I smile up at him. “Let’s get drunk and dance the night away!”