29. Hannah
Hannah
L eather and tobacco tickle my nose as I blink my eyes open.
"Good morning, reinita ," Enzo's voice rumbles as he comes into focus.
He's sexily sleep rumpled, his hair a little bit of a mess, but I find that I like it like that.
I've discovered he goes to bed shirtless and with only sleep pants on, and before I realize what I'm doing, my fingers are tracing the lines of his muscular chest.
"Good morning, alpha," I lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he gladly returns. It's been a week since I fainted at work and ended up in the hospital, and I've never been happier.
Things with my alphas are going great, if not a little…
one sided. Don't get me wrong, I get orgasms upon orgasms, but when I try to return the favor, or heaven forbid, have sex with them, all I get is a little rehearsed speech about how they want to make sure I know they aren't only with me because of the scent match.
And I get it, I really do. But after a week of not being able to touch my alphas…
I mean, it's been literal torture, being surrounded by sweet, sexy-as-hell alphas who walk around shirtless half the time, muscular bodies on display, and I'm not allowed to touch them back yet.
Well, all except Charlie. He's holding himself back for some reason.
He cuddles me a lot, gives me casual touches, and makes sure to let me know I'm wanted, but…
that's it. The other guys kiss me and give me orgasms, but I want to hear Austin's little moans of pleasure as he comes undone.
Find out how Enzo sounds when he loses control.
Instead, I get sweet, respectful kisses.
Which, don't get me wrong, I love the kissing. But I think I'm ready for some respectful railing at this point.
The day after I got home from the hospital, I hopped on a three-way call with Cady and Wren, letting them know I had officially moved in with the pack.
I had been pretty mad at Cady when I first woke up, but I guess I can't argue with the end result, which is the fact that Charlie and I figured out what really happened back when I was sixteen.
After forty-eight hours entrenched in their scents, it was like my omega had woken up from a fog that I didn't even realize she was in.
"How did you sleep, my love?" He asks, pulling me closer so my face is in his chest. I inhale his scent from there, feeling boneless with warmth.
"So good," my back arches as I stretch my arms over my head, "where is everyone? I know Charlie had practice this morning."
"Noah got called into the office," Enzo says, pushing a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. "And Austin…I believe he got up early to make you breakfast."
My heart fills with…something, as I think about my Southern gentleman tiptoeing out of bed to make me something to eat.
"Thank you," he says suddenly, looking at me with those dark brown eyes.
"For what?" I ask, genuinely confused.
"For letting us take care of you, of course. I can already tell your omega is much happier."
"And me." I snuggle back into his chest.
"The most important part," he concedes, tilting my chin up so he can kiss me again.
The movement is slow and sensual, somehow ten times more intimate than our moment when we got carried away on our date.
A little moan escapes me when his tongue teases my mouth open, and in the next moment, his pajama bottom covered erection is rubbing right against my clothed pussy.
The pressure sends delicious tingles up my spine, and after a week with no kind of relief, I'm already almost tipping over the edge. His hips falter for a moment before pushing against me harder, and then he pulls back on a gasp. "I'm sorry, Hannah, I shouldn't have—"
"Please don't stop, Enzo," I nearly whine, pulling him back to me and hiking one leg over his waist to pull him closer. "I'm so close." A little growl leaves him as he consumes my mouth, one hand gripping my ass to hold me closer as he grinds into me again.
The friction of him against me is absolutely delicious, and even though I haven't seen his cock outside his pants yet, based on what I'm feeling now, it's going to be glorious.
My hips start moving against him, seeking the release that's been building up over the last week, and when he gasps into my mouth, I feel the first spurt of hot wetness leaking through his pants. That's what does it.
I tumble over the edge in a free fall, throwing my head back as I cry out, his continued thrusts helping me ride out the remainder of my orgasm.
"Fuck…Hannah, Hannah, Hannah," He moans, pressing his face into my shoulder, riding out his own release. Breathing heavily, we meet each other's gaze, his eyes wide as he looks at me before he lets out a laugh of disbelief. "Gods, Hannah, I haven't come in my pants in at least fifteen years."
A giggle that sounds foreign to my own ears leaves me. "Sorry for breaking your streak." Then I put my finger on my chin like I'm thinking. "You know what? Nope. Not sorry at all. Actually, this makes me two for two. Maybe I'll try to get Noah and Charlie to come in their pants too."
Enzo barks out a laugh before kissing me again. It's not slow, but it's not trying to lead to anything else either. It's just a kiss because he's…happy.
I did that.
"I look forward to future successes. Now, I have to go take a shower before I go to work. I'd invite you to come with me, but I have a feeling that would just make me late." He presses one more kiss to my forehead before rolling out of the nest, leaving me staring dreamily after him.
"Austin, that was the best cinnamon roll I've ever had. I'm going to gain so much weight if I keep eating like this." I lean back, my hand on my full stomach. Austin just grins at me from his spot across the island and shakes his head.
"That'll just be more to love, darlin'." He winks at me, before going back to the cake he's mixing. "Mama always said the best way to show someone you care is to feed 'em. Noah was about ready to murder me about a week after he came to live with us." He chuckles, shaking his head at the memory.
"How old were you guys again?" I ask, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Fourteen," he says, his arms flexing as he whisks. He's not wearing a shirt under his apron and it's distracting as hell. Freckles cover almost every inch of available skin on his chest and arms, and I want to trace a path between them.
With my tongue.
"Eighth grade. Noah was a skinny little thing at the time, and while I'm not at liberty to say exactly what kinda demons he has goin' on, he was picked on a lot when he first moved in.
I didn't know it was happenin' until I couldn't find him for the bus after school one day, and found a few kids taking shots at him in an empty classroom. "
"Please tell me you kicked their asses," I gasp, my heart clenching at the thought of multiple teenagers ganging up on young Noah.
"Oh, I did," he sighs, putting his bowl down and leveling me with a look.
"He wasn't happy about it either, said he 'had it handled'," he does air quotes and rolls his eyes, "so, I proposed a trade-off.
My intelligence is always somethin' I've been self-conscious about, and my grades reflected that.
I would help him ward off bullies, and he'd help me get my grades up. We've had each other's backs since."
"What happened when he presented?" I tap my nails on the island counter. "Surely, he didn't get picked on anymore."
"Oh, no, he did. If there's one thing country kids believe, it's once a 'weakling', always a 'weakling'.
They just got more people involved and then it was me and him against the world.
It's why I didn't mind so much, leaving Georgia Falls to come to California.
Love my Ma and Pa, but the town is full of assholes. Pardon my language."
Before I tell him that I'm not going to faint if he says "assholes" in front of me, he looks up to meet my eyes. "Taste this for me." He gives me a small spoon of batter, and I take it, moaning as hints of lemon and vanilla hit my tongue.
"That's amazing. Who's that for?"
"One of Charlie's teammates has an omega who just gave birth and he asked me to whip them up something.
" My heart warms at the thought of Charlie asking Austin something like that.
It's like they're a pack outside of me as well, and while I might have imagined that would make me feel…
sad, or threatened, I just feel glad that my alphas are forging their own brotherhood of sorts.
I mean, these guys are going to be the fathers of my children.
We should be a family outside of all of them fucking me.
"Do you like it when we ask you for stuff like that?" I ask, watching the way his honey brown eyes crinkle when he smiles.
"Of course I do. It's…well, I love doing it, and it's what I'm good at."
"You're good at a lot of things, Austin." I frown at him.
He snorts, shaking his head. "Yeah, like looking scary at bars so patrons behave themselves."
There's a smile in my voice. "You didn't look so scary when I first saw you." He glances up at me, amusement twinkling in his gaze.
"That's because you looked at me with those gorgeous eyes, darlin'.
" He winks at me. "I saw you from across the bar, dancing with that sinful body, and knew right then I was a goner.
" My cheeks flush with pleasure, it does something to me to hear my normally gentlemanly alpha talk about my body like that.
"Speaking of," he says, pouring his batter into a cake pan.
"I have a security shift at Club Voltz tonight. "
Another shift at a club. I don't mind it, but I wonder if he's doing it because it makes him happy or because it pays the bills.
"Austin?" His back is to me as he slides the pan in the oven, and when he turns to face me, his brow arched in question, it sends little butterflies into my belly.
"If you could do anything you wanted for a job…
and I mean anything , what would it be?"
Austin's brow furrows in thought as he pulls off his oven mitts and unties his apron, laying it on the counter.
"I think…" he walks around the island until he's standing in front of me.
"I think I'd open up my own bakery. Make cakes, breads, all sorts of things.
Be a business owner and do what I love."
"There's no reason you can't do that," I smile, standing on my tiptoes and wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles into the kiss as his arms come around my waist, and he lifts me so I'm sitting on the island, him standing between my legs.
Then, he pulls back. "What would you do?" He leans forward so his hands are braced on the counter on either side of me, and his eyes are level with mine. "Would you still do hair if you could do anything you wanted?"
"Hmmm…" I tap my chin. "Maybe I could help you in your bakery. Though I would institute a 'no shirts in the kitchen' policy for you only." He lets out a little playful growl, making me giggle. "I actually think…if I could do anything, I'd stay at home with our kids…keep the house and all that."
Austin's brows shoot up, and I mentally curse myself.
I just mentioned kids.
I've only been living with them for a week . I mean, yeah, things move ridiculously quick when there's a true scent match involved, but that's not off-hand, casual conversation.
"Forget I said that," I say quickly as I internally panic. "It's way too soon to be thinking about kids—"
"Don't you dare," Austin rumbles, leaning in close and kissing me. "Don't apologize for thinking of our future. I'd love to see you pregnant someday, stomach round with our babies."
Shit. Did that just…turn me on?
"I've always wanted at least three kids," I say breathlessly. "But I had given up hope after being rejected so many times."
Austin's expression turns determined. "Never again, darlin'. You're ours."
My mouth goes dry. "I know, alpha."
He lets out a low chuckle. "Oh, man. I cannot wait to see Enzo's face when he finds out."
The thought sends a thrill through me, and I think Austin might be onto something.
My phone buzzing on the counter next to me draws my attention, and Austin hands it to me, letting me look at the screen. My brow furrows. "It's Brody. I'll put it on speaker." I tap the button to answer the phone. "Hey Brody."
"Hannah. You have a minute?" Brody's voice sounds a little less tightly wound than it did yesterday, but still stressed.
"Yeah, I have you on speaker, one of my alphas is here too."
"It's nice to sorta meet you. I'm Austin." Austin drawls, his hand tightening in mine.
"Great. I'm glad to sorta meet you too." Brody lets out a little chuckle.
"So, Hannah, the prosecution wants to schedule a mediation meeting before it goes to court to see if you can settle.
I've told them you won't be settling for anything, but the judge is insisting.
Can you make it to the Herman & Sons law office tomorrow at ten in the morning? "
Biting my lip, I nod. "Yeah, I don't have any clients in the morning, so I should be able to make it no problem."
"You should bring one of us with you," Austin rumbles. "I have a mandatory meeting for the security company I work for, but Noah should be home."
"You're welcome to bring your whole pack, if you want," Brody says. "Though I'm not sure who all your step-sisters are bringing."
"Cat and Rue have their own packs, but Birdie…I don't even know where she's living." Last I heard she was traveling the country, doing a food travel blog. Don't know how she's funding anything though.
"They did mention that one of the step-sisters would be attending remotely, so it's probably that one."
Of course, Birdie wouldn't deign to show up in person for a meeting she's partly responsible for calling.
"Okay. I'll talk to my pack tonight, but I'll be there."
After we hang up with Brody, I think about seeing my stepsisters for the first time in twelve years, especially since I now know what Cat did. Maybe tomorrow I can get an idea of why she thought it was a good idea to ruin my life.