Chapter 70
chapter
seventy
Bridget
Hey, guys?
Can you come pick me up?
Dante’s hand clamps around my neck, his palm firmly pressed over Adrian’s claim mark. When I squeak, my shortstop chuckles darkly, pumping his hips faster.
“ Shhh , querida ,” he purrs, all teasing sternness. “This is a library .”
This asshole . In retaliation for all his taunts, I work myself onto his hardness fast, drawing out a surprised hiss and another squeeze to my throat.
Mine , he thinks, pumping with renewed abandon. My fucking queen .
Colt’s gray irises spark as he watches his packmate use me. Beside him, Jesse glances swiftly around the stacks, even though he knows damn well the doors locked ten minutes ago.
Who would have guessed that my shy alpha would turn out to be such an exhibitionist?
And Colt such a voyeur?
He may not be a fan of sharing my scent, but he certainly enjoys seeing his packmates use me. And Jesse really loves flaunting me. Marking his territory anywhere less-than “appropriate.”
I love that part, too. Probably because both of us grew up with so many social obligations and expectations—there’s nothing I adore more than moments like these, when he’s wild-eyed and drained dry. Panting from all the release my body just wrung out of him…
…Except for maybe how Dante casually asserted that he was up next. Right before he bent me over and hooked his forearm through both my elbows, arching me to give himself access to my throat.
He nuzzles a succulent scent-mark there, humming his approval.
“Such a good little mate. Letting me fuck her whenever I want.” His hips punch harder, the swollen head of his cock hitting deep.
“Wherever I want.” He circles, teasing my quivering opening with the knot I know he won’t give me. “However I want.”
I make another high-pitched noise, and he snarls a laugh, rearranging his hand to shove two fingers into my mouth. “Quiet, cupcake. Or everyone will hear you coming on my cock.”
Guys, I swear, this was so not the plan today.
My alphas work me over, nonetheless, giving me two more orgasms before Colt guides my mouth onto his dick. He takes turns thrusting back and forth with Dante, until I’m boneless, dripping with their release.
Well, we wanted him distracted , I think, watching Colt’s irises burn as he smirks down at me, memorizing the sight of me licking his cum off my lips. Mission accomplished.
The second Jesse finishes kissing a leisurely path up my left thigh, sliding my panties back into place, a slow clap starts behind us.
Fuck a duck .
We all whirl, sagging with relief when we find our pack leader leaning against the second-floor guardrail, his bright gaze piercingly blue.
Blushing hard enough to heat the room, I bite my lip. “Oh. H-hi, alpha.”
“Hi, little blue.” The fond curve of his lips is enough to set my heart racing all over again. He holds out his hand in a wordless command, curling his fingers twice. “Come see me.”
The happy hum in my heart has become my constant companion.
Every morning, when I wake up wedged between whichever two of my mates won their nightly arm-wrestling competition.
Every afternoon, when I come home to find Colt and Munchies arguing over what we should have for dinner.
And every night in my nest, whether we’re watching movies or trying out new configurations for our pack’s version of a Grand Slam.
My joy only multiplies when Adrian twirls me into his chest. Today’s white sundress flares around my knees before he catches me, kissing me soundly, pulling back to arch an eyebrow.
“Letting them have you without me here? Sounds like someone needs to learn a lesson,” he murmurs, all silken promises.
Anticipation zings through my veins. Sometimes, his protective dominance makes me desperate for his approval and pride. Other days…
I stick my tongue out, earning myself a hard slap on the ass. When Adrian laughs at my put-on outrage, I huff, “How did you even get into the library? It’s locked !”
He squeezes me tighter, pressing the bulge at the front of his slacks to my belly. “I have my ways.” He shrugs enigmatically, leaning closer to add a quiet growl. “Did you really think Daddy would let you be locked in here if he didn’t have a key?”
Before you ask, no , “Daddy” is not a thing.
Shut up.
It’s totally a thing, my Omega says, bubbling.
With an internal sigh, I let her show me all the images from our heat… and the numerous other times I’ve accidentally called Adrian that since.
Okay, okay, so it’s a thing.
Don’t tell Emma , I end up replying. My Omega gives the mental equivalent of a salute, then nudges me back to Adrian, urging me to find the patch of musky skin along his neck.
While I nuzzle my scent-mark, our pack leader sends me an image from last night.
When he massaged my entire body and spent nearly half an hour between my thighs…
These men! Why do I even bother wearing panties?
Oh. Right.
The reason is currently seeping into them as we speak.
Adrian chuckles at my resigned expression, then glances at the big clock over the stairs. “We'd better get out of here. It’s almost four-thirty.”
Colt finishes buckling his belt and approaches, scowling. “Yeah, what did you need a ride for, Bubbles? Didn’t you take your car?” As he reaches me, he skims his hand over my hip and adds, Not that I mind a break from being bored at home. Especially this one .
He’s so funny, acting sweet in the bond and externally pouting like a grump. I smirk at him. “Maybe I just wanted all my alphas to come running to my rescue again.”
Jesse slots into place behind me, setting his chin on my shoulder. His tone is teasing, but the earnestness blooming behind his ribs pricks my eyes. “Anytime, bumblebee.”
Dante keeps us entertained on our way down the stairs, talking about all the restaurants and clubs he wants to take me to when we go on their next road game near Miami.
His plan is outrageous, given how early they have to wake up for conditioning the next morning, but his enthusiasm is as contagious as ever.
By the time we hit the school quad, Adrian has his phone in his hand, booking reservations.
It’s a gorgeous afternoon. Sunny with a few gauzy clouds. Plants all bursting in full Florida bloom. I listen to Jesse and Dante exchange barbs about their upcoming game, sinking into Colt’s side.
He lets me into his part of our bond, showing me the wistfulness swelling in his throat every time he thinks about watching the guys play without him. Admitting, just to me, that it hurts.
He’s amazing, though. No matter how many times these feelings spring up, he consistently turns them around and finds a way to support his packmates. Sometimes it’s messy, but he always fights to find a path to gratitude. Reflecting on his appreciation for everything the game gave him?—
Namely, me.
Our pack.
I listen to his bittersweet thoughts, actively stuffing my reactions down. Not wanting to give anything away.
“You know,” I say, offhand, “Meg told me that Colt was working with the kids at the Osprey House’s field day last weekend.”
My grump rolls his eyes, but I feel how the memories of bright-eyed young players hanging from his every word spark joy for him. “It was easy,” he grouses. “Whatever.”
That one word nearly splits my face into a grin. “Yeah.” I shrug, reaching into my messenger bag. “Whatever.”
I pull out the hat tucked under my planner, reaching over to show Colt the orange baseball cap emblazoned with my school’s logo.
Well, our school’s logo.
He blinks at it, brow furrowing as my other alphas fall silent.
I finally let all my secret memories tumble forward—the meeting I had with our principal, calling their college for a copy of Colt’s degree, lobbying the PTA to give my ex-pro-baseball star a shot, me standing over their crummy little field, wondering if I’d miscalculated.
You said you weren’t ready to leave the game behind , I whisper where only Colt can hear me. Maybe, this way, you don’t have to .
Bottomless gray beams gaze back at me. Blazing and beloved. You did this for me? he asks inside. You seriously—it’s actually ? —?
His awed disbelief finally sets my grin loose. The job is yours if you want it , I assure him, wincing as I recall the moment I insinuated to Linus and his friends that they might be getting a real professional player as a coach.
There was a lot of shouting.
Mostly in a good way.
Colt watches the memory, his slow, gorgeous smile stretching across his face. We both feel the rest of our pack watching, bursting with half-baked excitement, waiting for my final explanation.
Instead, I stretch up onto my toes, brushing a kiss to Colt’s cheek. “Practice starts in ten minutes,” I chirp, passing him his cap. “You better get going, Coach.”