Chapter Fourteen
Wes
Iwaited nervously at the Motor Vehicle Division, glancing at the clock. She’d been gone a long time. But I got no worries from our bond.
Should we have waited? Maybe? But I’d been quizzing her on road rules at lunch.
This morning, she’d discovered that the MVD had a cancellation, and she could get a driving test spot today after work. While I’d made plans for a little date-night, a minor delay wouldn’t hurt.
An alpha older than me waited next to me, fidgeting on the hard plastic chairs outside the testing area.
“My daughter’s taking the test. I’m a little nervous. Yours too?” he said.
“My mate. She’s got this.” Really, Grace was an excellent driver, unless there was a roundabout. If she got her own car, I wasn’t sure where she’d park it, but it would be good for her to have her license.
I wanted her to feel secure here. Having things like a license and her own money would help with that.
My truck pulled up. The tester got out of the passenger seat. Grace tumbled out of the truck and ran to me.
“You passed?” I hugged her.
“Yep. I passed the written and the driver’s tests. They also let me take the written motorcycle test. Now I can practice with Jett and then I can take that one.” Beaming, she dragged me inside so she could get her license.
Was I as excited for her to get her motorcycle license? No. But I wasn’t going to stop her. I worried about the safety of Evan and the rest of the pack, too. I just didn’t share my pack’s love for motorcycles.
We went back to my truck.
“Can I drive?” she asked.
“Actually, let me? We’ve got our date tonight, and the roads are a little tight.” I opened the door to the passenger side and helped her in.
“Okay.” Her shoulders shook a little in excitement as she texted someone–probably Evan, who was out with Riley because it was Thursday.
“Hey, the symposium Spencer and I are attending is coming up fast. I can still cancel if you want me to,” I told her.
She shook her head as she continued to text. “I know you’re not big on travel, so the fact that you want to go means that I want you to go. I’ll be okay with Jett, Bren, and Evan. You’ll only be gone a couple of days.”
“I know.” I was excited. Not about Spencer making me speak in public, but for the keynote speaker and some of the hands-on workshops. I just worried about both me and Spencer being away from her.
Really, Spencer should stay home. He was still recovering.
“Also, I’m excited for the concert with Brennan.” She bounced in her seat, still texting.
“I’m sure you’ll have a great time.” I left the freeway and started down the road that would take us to our date.
Grace looked out the window. “Where are we going?”
“I promised to take you to all the places we dreamt of. We haven’t been to Starry Point yet.” It was a lookout with a beautiful view of the city. We used to make out there sometimes in our dreams.
Delight flooded her face. “I’d forgotten about Starry Point.”
Her phone beeped, and she looked at it.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Creed got the job offer, and he’s accepting. I’m happy for him.” She texted him back.
“He seems like a good guy. Bren won’t let him stay with us. I think your sisters visiting us will be a lot for him as it is.” I wasn’t sure where we’d put them since they were too young to stay in the guest house. We had some rooms we didn’t use much downstairs. Maybe we should make a guest room.
One of those rooms would probably end up as Grace’s creepy doll room. But that could have a pullout couch. Ooh, we could put people there that we didn’t want to stay for long.
Not that we had many guests.
“Compass BioTek can help with housing placements. Also, the professor hasn’t agreed to Tru visiting us yet.” Grace was still texting.
“What else are you worrying about? Is Margie still giving you issues at work? You said that Deb and Blaise loved all your suggestions from the conference.” Something was bothering her.
“Spencer wants to have our reception at his club. He’s going to take me there. Evan wants me to have two different wedding planners. It feels so privileged.” She laughed. “Most weddings I went to growing up had their receptions in the church hall or at someone’s farm.”
Rich people shit. Got it. I knew she worried about it being elegant enough for Spencer. Something Evan’s insistence at having a special wedding planner only ratcheted.
“Spencer’s club is nice. I’ve been there.
They’ll probably make everything really easy for you.
But that man is over-the-moon in love with you.
You can have a cookout in the park with a bouncy castle, and he’d be all for it.
It would be the fanciest one ever, though.
Gourmet bouncy houses, and grilling champions flown in for it.
” It actually sounded way more fun than something at his club.
She laughed. “I love it. Still…”
“You don’t have to have a wedding planner for your dinner. Mrs. K will probably have it planned in an afternoon, complete with things you never knew you needed,” I added.
“She’s nice.”
“Yes, she is.” We parked in the lot, which wasn’t empty. Pity. But unlike in our dreams, outdoor sex was illegal here.
Tragic.
I got out the picnic basket and a blanket. Taking her arm, we made the easy hike. It was still a bit until sunset. But that would give us a chance to eat.
On the way up we passed families, several friendly dogs, and some couples.
“Are we still getting all the animals? Or are you waiting for your motorcycle license so you can go to the hardware store and buy chickens?” I looked for a suitable spot for us to have our picnic.
Grace laughed as she helped spread the blanket out. “So, Bren was wrong. We’re allowed six chickens and no roosters. Should I order a coop and a bunny hutch?”
“As much as I’d love for you to start a petting zoo in the backyard, you should probably bring it up to everyone first.” I opened the picnic basket and got out the meat and cheese board I’d ordered.
We sat and ate as the sun set. Other people were doing the same.
“What do you think? Is it as you remember?” I put some cheese on a cracker.
She leaned in and kissed me. “It’s more beautiful. Also, more people-y.”
“True.” After we finished our dinner and dessert, I pulled out four bottles of whiskey.
“How drunk are we getting?” She laughed.
I placed some glasses on the blanket. “Whiskey tasting. For our fountain. Your talk of menus and cake tasting made me think of it.”
Pouring some for each of us, we tried the four bottles that had been recommended. As we tried them, the lights came on over the city.
“This one.” She held up one.
“Oooh, good choice.” It was one of the more expensive options, but Evan liked that brand.
Grace cuddled into me, leaning her head on my shoulder. “This is so pretty, thank you.”
“You know, now that I’m sitting on this blanket, I’m pretty sure that having sex up here won’t be as much fun as in our dreams,” I admitted.
“But we can still make out, right?” Grace tipped her head up and caught my mouth with hers.
My arms wrapped around her, deepening the kiss. “I’ll always make out with you.”
I helped her out of the truck and escorted her back into the house. We’d had a delightful time, but all that making out made me ready for… other things.
By the sweetness in her peach scent, she was up for it, as well. If I pulled down her panties and touched her, would she be soaking wet?
Probably.
Picking her up, princess style, I carried her upstairs. “My room?”
“Please, Boo-Bear.” Her voice went breathy, and her sweet need went through the bond right to my dick.
That nickname of hers from our youth always did me in.
“Whatever you want, Grace.”
Evan was curled up in the sunken living room on the third floor, watching a decorating show. “Peaches, did you pass?”
“I did.” She gave me a coy look, and from the bond I could tell exactly what sort of reward she desired–and it wasn’t ice cream.
“I’m so proud of you. First your car license, next your motorcycle license. I wish I could be your backpack.” His gaze turned wistful.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to fit on the back of that tiny motorcycle of hers. I wasn’t sure how Riley would fit in that sidecar–certainly, I wasn’t going to.
She thought for a moment. “I can ride Jett’s. We could always take his for a spin around the neighborhood.”
Getting up off the couch, he gave her a kiss.
“Our sweet peach deserves a treat. Will you stay with us for a while? I think she needs to be the filling.” I kissed her forehead.
“Oh yes, please.” Her eyes danced with delight.
“Don’t need to ask me twice.” Evan shut off the television and followed us into my bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed.
“You two smell like outside and whiskey,” Evan said as he took off his shirt.
“We went up to Starry Point and tasted whiskey for the fountain and made out like horny teenagers.” Grace kicked off her shoes and got undressed.
I did the same, my desire growing for them with every passing second.
Patting her bare ass, she got on all fours for me.
“Are you ready for me?” I swiped her with my fingers. “Oh yes, you are.” I brought them to my lips. “So ready.”
“Oh, I want to try.” Evan licked her essence off my fingers. “Perfect.”
That they were.
“Who do you want, where, Peaches?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” she replied.
“Ride me while Evan takes your ass?” I rolled onto the bed, needing to be knot deep in her.
“Mmmm, yes, please.”
She climbed on top of me, holding my hands as she slid onto my cock. Oh yeah, she was so ready for me.
Evan grabbed the lube and got her ready as she rode me. Her cute little noises went straight to my cock. My knot was so ready to bury itself inside her.
Finally, he grasped her hips. “Ready for me?”
“Please,” she begged.
I stilled as he slid inside her, and I relished in being able to feel him through her, in having both of them here with me.
We moved again, getting into a rhythm. Her eyes closed. Their pleasure washed over me through the bond as they came.
“Peaches, I’m going to give you my knot now.” I pushed my knot inside her, her body shuddering with pleasure as I came.
I pulled them both onto me, sandwiching Grace between us.
“Everyone okay?” I stroked her hair as I kissed him.
“I enjoy being the filling,” she said sleepily.
Evan kissed her temple. “I like you being the filling, too.”
His look said he’d like to be the filling next.
Oh no, I’d need to fuck them again. Poor me.