Chapter 26 #2
His words trigger me to come again screaming as I swallow the ropes of cum that fill my mouth. Santo also fills my ass as he comes, and to my surprise, I can feel Levon’s orgasm splash over my skin. I have a feeling that Santo’s back also has to be coated, and that we’ll all need a shower.
Chest heaving, I lift my head to gaze up at Miles.
“We’re a mess, aren’t we?” he chuckles, glancing over at Levon and Santo.
“I call dibs on the shower with Caelia,” Santo says breathlessly.
“Since you’re the only person who can wash my hair correctly, I’ll accept that,” I giggle.
My eyes nearly cross as Santo eases out of my ass, and since my muscles are refusing to work, the three of them have to help me up. I’m twitchy from the force of my orgasms, and Santo fusses over me as he carries me into the bathroom.
“We’re leaving in two hours!” Miles calls after us.
“Where are we going?” I ask around a yawn.
“Do you want the smart ass response?” Santo asks, grinning as he turns on the shower.
His gaze lays on my pout, and he rolls his eyes and walks us right into the freezing cold water. Squealing as he holds me tightly, he keeps me under as the water runs over my body.
“I’m not telling you either way,” he chuckles, watching as my skin begins to dimple with goosebumps. “You awake now, baby?”
“Yes, that was mean,” I reply, lips twitching as he kisses me.
“Maybe. You can fuck Levon while I watch and tie my hands up,” he murmurs. “You need to complete the bond anyway.”
“Do we have any rope?” I giggle.
“Do we know each other?” he teases me. “I packed rope. I need a cabinet in our bedroom for all the fun toys I need to bring over. Preferably before the property agent rents out my old place.”
Thoughts of how scandalized the new renters would be if they found random butt plugs keep me giggling to myself long after my shower.
Can you just imagine?
“Did we surprise you?” Santo purrs into my ear, enjoying my shock.
Somehow, my alphas pulled together a gorgeous dress in my size, high heels, and a meal at one of the nicest restaurants in Nashville.
“I’m speechless,” I whisper. “How…”
“The owner is someone who likes attending our games, and was a fan of mine while I was playing hockey,” Miles explains, his hand on my back to encourage me to walk.
“Wow,” I say, at a literal loss of words. My dress is a dark burgundy skirt with a high slit in the thigh, a plunging neckline, and lace sleeves. If my style had a baby with a cocktail dress, this would be it.
“We nailed it,” Levon says smugly, walking into the restaurant. It’s on a rooftop, and there are elegant fire pits set up here in case it’s cold. It reminds me of a garden with Edison string lanterns, and there’s a quartet playing softly to drown out any street noise outside.
It really is perfect.
“Mr. Wallace,” the maitre d’ says as he sees us.
It took everything inside of me not to ask a million questions when we went up in the elevator. I’m glad I let myself be surprised, because as Levon said, they did nail this entire day.
“Mickael,” Miles says with a smile. “This is our omega, Caelia. We’re here to spoil her.”
“Coming here is a good choice,” Mickael says, smiling as he inclines his head at me. “Follow me, please.”
A few people flick their gazes in our direction as we walk, but the guys ignore everyone but our little bubble.
A part of me knows that there’s a fandom for hockey players, even retired ones.
However, I’ve been removed from that life for so long, it feels like a reeducation, especially after what happened to Troy.
Santo helps me into my chair, and sits beside me while Miles sits across from me, leaving the last seat for Levon. A cool breeze plays with the stray hair on my neck since I pinned it up in a bun, and I take a full breath now that I can bask in the awesomeness of the surprise.
Sometimes, anticipation can make me anxious, no matter how often I tell myself I’m fine.
“I love this,” I confirm, glancing down at the menu in front of me.
“They have a special menu tonight,” Miles explains. “You’ll choose a salad or soup, appetizer, an entree, and then dessert.”
“It’s a lot of food, but you skipped lunch,” Santo reminds me.
Yes, that’s exactly what I was just thinking.
“Alright then,” I giggle. Glancing over the menu, I choose what I want, even though it all sounds amazing. Miles glances up from his menu and winks at me, making me blush.
The waiter is professional, nice, and takes all of our orders.
“Anything to drink?” he asks with a smile at me once I order.
“Just water, please. I don’t really drink,” I admit.
“What about a mocktail?” he asks. “We have a few that taste delicious without the alcohol. There’s a lot of reasons people don’t drink.”
Agreeing, I ask him to surprise me, and he nods as he takes away the menus. The sun is setting around us and I can’t get over how beautiful it is.
“Nashville looks good on you,” Miles says. “I know there’s been a lot of changes. How are you doing?”
“I… Is it odd if I say surprisingly well?” I ask. “I used to live here for school, and Dad is being really good about messaging me now that he’s out of the hospital.”
“You adapt absurdly well to change,” Santo says. “Not in a bad way, it’s just enough to make anyone else roll up into a ball and not want to do anything.”
“I guess? I was traveling with Dad on the road, and I didn’t spend too much time in New Orleans to make it feel like that was home,” I explain. “Before this, I grew up in Minnesota. I’m not that girl who has lived in the same place my whole life.”
“I lived in Minnesota until I got traded, but I grew up in the south,” Miles admits. “I actually love living here, despite the traffic.”
Santo snort laughs at that. “God, the traffic is a nightmare here. If I can help it, I hitch a ride with Levon.”
“He makes a real cute passenger princess for someone who enjoys control,” Levon chuckles.
“Speaking of which…” Santo says mischievously. “You’re on edging duty, Levon.”
“Woah, seriously? Why?” he asks.
“Santo dunked me in freezing cold water,” I tattle, grinning at them as I remember how much I complained.
“I heard her,” Miles chuckles. “Cold water is mean. I let it warm up.”
“You told us we had to get the lead out,” Santo teases.
“Not at the detriment of our omega,” Miles says as if it was more than just cold water.
Dinner is filled with laughter and teasing, but the guys look a little nervous as dessert is served.
“Why do you look so weird?" I ask, making Levon snicker.
“This is why we have to be sneaky away from you,” he says. “You’ve figured out our tells.”
Blushing, I shrug as I pick up my fork and cut off a bite of rich chocolate cheesecake. I was really craving this after my savory meal of mussel and clam risotto that was absolutely delicious.
“So, what’s the secret?” I ask, wrapping my lips around the fork and pulling off my bite of cake.
The guys watch me eat as if it’s a legit orgasmic experience, and Miles purrs at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mutters. “As you know, I joined Santo’s pack. Everyone does their own thing in regards to welcoming their omega to their pack, but we wanted to do something special.”
“You deserve the world,” Santo says.
“You’re one of my favorite parts of my day,” Levon adds. “Snuggling you between Santo and I makes all my stress melt away.”
What are they doing?
“What we’re saying is that a bond is forever, even though we’re still learning things about each other,” Miles says. “It also means that the pull to be together is so intense, relationships move faster than they might otherwise.”
Oh my goodness.
“We don’t know what our future is going to bring. We’re here for the ride though,” Levon says. “Whether that means there are kids filling our house, your drawing on our walls, and we help each other follow our dreams, all that matters is that we’re together.”
Tears begin to fall at Levon’s words, and my fork clatters on the plate loudly as I sniff. None of them are bothered as they smile gently at me.
“We just have one question,” Santo murmurs, lifting a box from his pocket to show me. “Will you marry us? The time frame is up in the air—”
“Yes,” I sob, nodding wildly, not caring that I haven’t seen the ring. It doesn’t matter to me, they do.
Santo grins, opening the box as he slides it toward me. The gold setting has an antique look as I pull it out, and the diamond is huge, making my jaw drop. It almost appears as if the ring is twisted with tiny diamonds set into it until you get to the main piece. It’s absolutely awe inspiring.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, allowing Santo to put it on my finger.
“Thank fuck for your father,” he mutters. “That man has your measurements down.”
“He knew about this?” I ask, taking a tissue that Miles hands me.
“Do you think we’d ask you to marry us without his permission?” Miles laughs. “No thank you. There’s not a chance in hell of that happening.”
“This is amazing,” I say, feeling overwhelmed in the best of ways. “I have a feeling my makeup is wrecked.”
“It’s fine,” Santo shrugs. “Want me to walk you to the restroom?”
“Yes, please,” I say.
Standing, I make sure to hug each of them before taking Santo’s hand to walk to the restroom. I have no idea where it is, and I’ve gotten used to one of them walking me everywhere.
“Should I go in with you?” Santo asks, completely serious.
“I’ll be okay,” I promise. “Fair warning, I’m going to pee too so you can time me.”
Santo rolls his eyes, tugging me to him.
The bite on my thigh still thrums with pain, but it’s the good kind.
Same with the way I’d shift my weight around while I was sitting and could still feel the ache where Santo was buried inside of me.
Little by little, my alphas are making it impossible for me not to acknowledge their presence, and I love it.
“I’ll be waiting right here,” he says, his hand cupping my face as he leans in to kiss me. It’s brief, but full of promise and I sigh softly as he releases me.