Chapter Twenty-NineEvan #2
Something Caroline had capitalized on.
“How about after your doctor’s appointment, we pick something out together? You can pay me out of your first paycheck,” I suggested, knowing she probably wouldn’t accept me just buying it. “Or we could work out a trade–maybe some baking lessons?”
“Ooh, we can work out a trade. I want to see you in nothing but an apron.” Her hand smoothed over my chest.
The need to have her consumed me. “I love your little hideaway.”
“It’s so messy, I don’t actually need this many pillows in it.” She chewed on her lower lip.
“However many pillows you want is the number you need.” I grinned.
“If it bugs you and feels messy, reorganize it until it’s how you like.
We can go to Home Things tomorrow if you want different things or feel like you’re missing something.
Yes, the saying that if you give an omega adult money they’ll buy blankets, pillows, and candles is true. ”
“I love all the things you've got–and I love this window seat. But I don’t want anyone to think I’m messy.” She shook her head, frowning slightly.
“It’s your room , you can be messy if you’d like.
That’s the great thing about having your own spot.
If you're messy and your partner isn’t, you can keep your mess in your room.
Likewise, if they’re messy and you’re not, you can retreat to your nice, tidy room,” I told her.
“You know, a window seat overflowing with pillows isn’t messy, it’s cozy. ” Nests came in all forms.
“My mom always said burrows and blanket forts were untidy. Granted, when I was tiny, I liked to make a burrow out of the clean laundry and watch TV in it with my dolls and stuffed animals, so I can understand how that might be an inconvenience.” A wistful smile played on her lips.
Clean laundry. Little Grace, long before she ever saw him in her dreams, made nests that smelled like Wes. My hand went to my heart. Aww.
“I used to make a fort with the clean sheets over the clothesline,” I told her.
“Blanket forts.” She sighed happily. “I was so sad the day my mom told me that I was too old for them, even with my younger brothers. Not that she’d ever let them stay up for long–even if they were in my room.
She took away my dolls and toys for the same reason.
Though my dad hid one of them for me. We always had so many fights about my room not being clean enough. ”
While I was happy she was remembering more, those were some very sad statements. Nesting sometimes appeared as an instinct in very young children, ones too little to test. This wasn’t the first time I’d been told by someone that a loved-one thwarted their nest-making at every turn.
“We can make a blanket fort,” I offered, wanting to make her happy.
“Wherever you want and we can keep it up for as long as you want. We’re not too old.
Do you want some help arranging things in your room to get them just the way you want?
I’m pretty good at it. Also, I brought you some things that Rose and Riley picked out for you,” I offered.
After all, nesting could take some practice–and everyone had a different approach.
“They did? Did you have fun?” She turned over and tipped her head up to see me.
“Yep. Want to see?” I caught the bag with my foot and brought it over so I didn’t have to get out of the nest. “They got you these lights to drape over the canopy on the bed and this pink circle canopy thing. I’m not sure if it’s for the window seat or the beanbag chair in Wes’ office. ” I held it up.
“We should hang that up with more lights,” she laughed. “I’d like some lights for the window–if that would be okay.”
I kissed her nose. “Yes. It’s your room. Lights for the window, sure. A canopy for the window–or a curtain that goes across the seat to hide the pillows, we can do that. Or maybe a screen that goes inside the door so you can have your door open but people won’t immediately see into your room?”
She nodded. “Those are all such good ideas.”
This room was long , so it might need something extra to make it cozy enough for her to feel safe. I should also talk to a contractor about a door between her room and my bathroom.
“We’ll get it figured out. Now, where should we start?” If we stayed here any longer, I was going to start making out with her.
Together, Grace and I rearranged everything to her satisfaction, which included stealing a very soft rug from a room we never used and placing the daybed on top of it, hanging the lights, and trying to get all the pillows and blankets to look neat without having to put any in the storage under the window seat.
“What are you doing up here? It sounds like you’re dropping things.” Brennan stood in the doorway, frowning. “I thought you had work to do.”
“I’m procrastinating. Why work when you can decorate?” I replied.
“Oh, I didn’t realize it was late. I’m so sorry.” Grace’s shoulders slumped. “We were moving things around.”
Brennan looked around and shook his head. “It looks nice. It’s fine.”
“I love all the lights,” Jett said from behind him.
“I worry that it’s still too messy.” She frowned as she eyed the window seat.
“If you’re happy with it, it’s fine. If not, we’ll keep rearranging it.” I wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her.
“Who is that? ” Jett eyed Mr. Hippo, who had the place of honor on the bed, along with the bear I’d gotten her in the hospital.
“That’s Wes’ favorite childhood toy.” I grinned. “Mr. Hippo.”
Jett started laughing. “Mr. Hippo?”
“I think it’s sweet, it was the last toy his mom gave him before she left.” Her voice went soft.
“I know. He gave it to you?” Brennan’s voice was quiet as he crossed his arms over his chest.
She flinched. “Mr. Hippo’s an old friend. He’s just keeping me company for now.”
“That was nice of him. I know Mr. Hippo means a lot to Wes,” Brennan said quietly.
“We just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Jett said.
“As you should. She’s dangerous with a reel of lights.” I tried to lighten the mood. “Also, Grace doesn’t know the difference between step stools and sitting stools.”
“Evan,” she laughed, elbowing me.
“I’ll come see you after I finish with Grace,” I promised Brennan and Jett.
“Sounds good. We were going to watch some TV anyway," Brennan said, as he and Jett left.
Grace turned to the window seat and frowned.
“It’ll take time to get it right.” I took her hand. “Let me show you something.”
I led her into my suite, through my sitting room directly into my bedroom, and then into my walk-in closet, which adjoined my bathroom.
But I didn’t lead her that way. Instead, I opened another door, and flipped a switch that turned on a low light.
The room was small. A couple of steps led to the raised platform that the bed was on, shelves built into both sides of the walls to act as both tables and places to put my books, candles, and special things. We’d had this built when we moved in.
The mattress took up most of the space and was covered in rich spice-colored blankets–saffron, burgundy, dark green, and matching pillows. Tapestries covered the walls and ceiling. There was a small window with a plant in it, the wooden floor covered with a handmade rug and some floor pillows.
We didn’t go in, I just held her hand as we stood in the doorway. I wasn’t ready to let her in. But I wanted her to see. To understand.
“I didn’t know this was in here,” she breathed.
“I don’t even let the guys in here very often.
This is my most private space, filled with my coziest things and happiest memories.
And it’s not neat. I wanted you to know that if you want to be tidy, go for it, but don’t feel as if you have to.
If you want something like this or a cute alcove, we could do that. ”
She leaned into me. “Thank you for sharing.”
I pulled her out of the closet and back into my bedroom.
I flipped on a lamp, and the room was bathed in an orange-red glow, complementing the saffron and burgundy color scheme.
My bed had heaps of blankets and pillows, and it hadn’t been made since Brennan messed it up.
Clothes were heaped on my window seat. My backpack sat on the chair.
“My bedroom is messy, too. You know who cares? No one. Sometimes, I let the guys in here when I feel like it. They don’t care either.” I pulled her down with me, and we sank into the giant featherbed.
The scent of Brennan from this morning, and Wes from yesterday, twirled around me. Sex toys sat on the nightstand. Brennan’s boxers lay on the floor. Okay, Brennan didn’t like my mess, but it was also my room–he could simply go back to the orderly room he and Jett had.
She buried her face in the blankets and inhaled. “It smells amazing in here.”
The room reeked of sex and my men.
“You know what else smells good? You.” I nuzzled her left side, her laugh going straight to my cock, then turning to a groan. I started to perfume, my desire for her consuming me.
“So forward, sir.” Her eyes gleamed as she lay there in my bed, back arching slightly.
My cock hardened as her peach scent flared with desire. I climbed over her, so one knee was on each side of her, my crotch hovering above her.
“You’re in my bed, so I can be as forward as I like,” I growled, pulling up her shirt and attacking her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
A groan escaped her lips. “Please, sir, may I have some more?”
“How could I deny such a sweet request? I love it when you call me sir, ” I murmured, resting on my elbows to give her breasts more attention, my cock rubbing against her through my work pants.
Maybe one day I’d bond with her, too. I yearned to connect and feel her through our own bond, not just Wes’–and I wanted her to bond me in return. Omegas could bond with each other, but it wasn’t legally binding, like an alpha-omega bond.
Her hips rose as she tried to rub herself against me as I circled her pale pink nipple with my tongue, licking and teasing one, then the other. Her hands tangled in my hair as she made cute little noises as my kisses trailed over her ribs and down her stomach.
“I need you,” she keened, trying to get my shirt off, her tiny body still pinned between my thick legs.
Taking off my shirt and pants, she did the same. Grace laid back, completely naked, thighs parted, arms above her head.
“Tasty,” I murmured, burying my face between her legs, getting her ready for my cock. She was so wet, her curls tickling my face, as I circled her clit with my tongue. I used it to tell her how amazing she was, lapping up her peachy juices, the cries of her pleasure were sweet music.
Her body shuddered, and I looked up at the blissful look on her face.
“I love it when you come for me. Will you let me try something, Peaches?” I asked her.
Grace’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”
I opened the drawer to get the toy I’d bought and grabbed the lube. “Same rules apply to me, say the safe word and I’ll stop.”
“What are we trying?” Her voice went curious.
“This.” I took her hand and ran it down the soft, wide, neon green, sparkly jelly knot, then helped her glide the sleeve over my lubed-up cock, until it sat at the base, nice and tight, mimicking an alpha’s knot. “Want me to knot you?”
“I need you inside me.” She lay back on the pillows on my bed.
Getting between her legs, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me, moving forward and slowly pushing my dick inside her soaking wet pussy.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, covering her with my body as I began to thrust, her hips meeting mine, accompanied by breathy pants.
I didn’t push the jelly knot into her, instead, I teased her with it.
Desire swirled inside me as I fucked my sweet peach, going deeper and deeper, teasing and stretching her, until she was taking part of the jelly knot with each thrust. Finally, I sank into her, filling her with my cock and the jelly knot; rocking my hips, going slow and deep.
“That feels amazing,” she moaned, pulling me to her and attacking me with sweet kisses as her hands roamed my body.
“Right there,” I told her as her fingers grazed my nipples, and we continued our rhythm, heat building between us, as I nibbled on her neck, savoring each delicious noise she made when I found all the sweet spots.
I was close, so I increased my pace, moving one of my hands so I could play with her clit.
Her back arched and a little cry ripped from her lips as her legs wrapped around me, bringing me right where she needed as she orgasmed around my cock. I came inside her, wrapping my arms around her, and rolling us onto our sides while our bodies spasmed.
“That was incredible,” I whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead, still inside her.
She gave me a satiated smile. “I liked that a lot.”
Her praise made me warm inside. I’d never used a jelly knot before.
I threw a blanket over us and purred for her, content, hoping she knew how happy she made me. My guys made me happy, but Grace filled a part of me I didn’t even know was missing.
Fortunately, my heart had enough love for all of them.