Chapter 22 #2
Titling my head back, he grips my chin and straightens up. He’s working his cock over, stroking himself fast. “Open,” he growls, and I do, sticking my tongue out, craving his cum and needing every last drop.
His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring, and I see in his eyes the moment before he cums. His eyes go nearly black and his lips part. He let’s out this sexy as fuck growl as his orgasm hits. Cum shoots out, landing on my tongue in warm thick ropes.
His taste is enough to almost make me cum again, along with watching this man come undone. So fucking hot.
“That's my good girl,” he purrs, stroking my cheek as I sit there on my knees, fingers still inside myself with my tongue out, covered in his cum. “Fucking perfect is what you are. Now, swallow.” He pushes my jaw closed, and I swallow his cum like it’s my favorite treat.
He groans when I lean forward and lick his tip. “Don’t wanna waste any.” I grin.
He lets out a breathless chuckle.
“Well, not what I was expecting when I came to find you.” Ian’s voice has me looking over my shoulder.
Will mutters as he puts his cock away. “Hi.” I grin.
“Hi, Little Doe. Having a good time?” Ian grins back.
“The best,” I laugh.
Pulling my hands free, Will helps me to my feet. He grabs my hand and brings it to his face. “I was serious about helping you clean up,” he rumbles before sucking two of my fingers into his mouth.
My breath catches as he sucks them clean. He pulls them out with a pop before lapping the rest of the slick off my hand. “So fucking good.”
“Erotic,” Ian sounds impressed. “ Hot as fuck and I approve. You know what I don’t approve of, though?” Ian asks. “Your new boy toy blowing up your phone.” Ian tosses me my phone. “Left this inside.”
“Shit.” I open it up to see messages from Tucker. Most of them are just him sending me random reels, but there’s one asking to hang out.
I bite my lower lip, unable to stop my smile.
Tucker: This is so weird. I haven’t dated in, well, years. I don’t know what to do, but I thought I’d at least try. Do you wanna hang out?
Tucker: Nevermind. You’re probably busy. Sorry I asked.
Tucker: You know what, no, I’m not sorry I asked. Just sorry if you're busy.
Tucker: And now I sound like a dumbass. Excuse me while I go jump into the ocean.
“He’s making you laugh, and I don’t like it. I make you laugh. No one else is allowed to make you laugh,” Ian grumbles.
“Oh, stop,” I chastises with a laugh. “You’re being dramatic."
“You gonna go?” Will asks, nodding towards my phone.
“Would you be upset if I did?”
“No,” Will says. “We agreed that we’re okay with this.
“I’m not,” Ian says. “I take it back. He can’t have you. You’re mine.”
“Stop.” I shake my head.
“Fine, but I won’t be happy about it.”
“I won’t go if it’s going to bother you.”
Ian sighs. “I’m just being a baby. Go, have fun. We have shit around here to do. Here.” He tosses me the truck keys. “Be safe.”
“Nova,” Will says. “We might approve of this relationship, but be careful. I know telling Nick isn’t going to be an easy thing to do, but don’t hold off for too long. He will be pissed if he finds out you’ve been sneaking around.”
Guilt hits me. I feel bad for keeping this from him. He might be an asshole, but he deserves to know he has another Omega.
I’ll talk to Tucker and let him know that we should tell Nick at least within the next week. As excited as I am to get to know Tucker better, I don’t want to make Nick feel like we wanted to keep our relationship a secret, like we’re doing something wrong.
***
“I know it’s dumb, but it’s all my stupid brain could think of.” Tucker rubs at the back of his neck.
I stare at the blanket laid out on the sand, lips parted in awe. “You did this for me?” Candles and rose petals scatter the sand nearby and a basket sits in the center of the blanket. “Thank you. This is amazing.”
“Really?” His eyes light up. Fuck, he’s so damn cute. I want to lick his tattoos.
Down Nova. No sex with him until Nick knows.
We sit down and Tucker hands me a blanket. “I got you this.”
“Oh my god, it’s so soft.” I rub it against my face and sigh happily. “It will be perfect for my nest.”
“I was hoping it would be.” He smiles.
I wrap it around my shoulders and smile back. “Thank you. So, what's in the basket?”
“Uhhh, Subway?” He pulls out two subs. “I’m going to be honest, I suck at cooking. Like, I’m the worst. I’m surprised I'm still alive, or that I’m not at least five hundred pounds with the amount of fast food I eat,” he chuckles.
“It’s a good thing I love subs,” I laugh, taking the one he hands me. “What kind is it?”
“Turkey.”
“Wait.” I huff out a breath of amusement. “Is that why you randomly asked me what kind of sandwich you should get for lunch?”
We planned on getting together after I had some time to shower and get ready after leaving the compound.
Tucker said something about going to get lunch and he texted me that he was stuck on what to get.
I told him to go with turkey because it’s a safe bet and what I always get. That sneaky little Omega.
“Maybe,” he groans. “It’s weird, right? I’m so damn weird."
“I like weird. But no, it’s not weird. It’s sweet and cute, but not weird.”
Tucker smiles and we both unwrap our subs. We chat between bites and I tell him how I really met the guys. The look on his face was so damn funny.
I wish I took photos of the guys in their elf and Santa costumes. I would have put that on the wall. Maybe I can convince them to do a little role playing next Christmas so I can sneak a photo.
“How many people can say they started a relationship by being kidnapped?” Tucker shakes his head. “That’s crazy.”
“That’s the pack you're destined to be in, baby. Get used to it because nothing about our lives is normal.”
“I’m starting to see that,” he comments. “I could use a little excitement in my life.”
“Come on.” I get to my feet, tossing our trash into the basket. “Let’s take a walk on the beach."
Tucker takes my hand in his and we head to where the water meets the sand.
“Are you glad it all happened?”
“With the guys?”
He nods, looking out at the water.
The sun is starting to set and the sky looks gorgeous.
I kick at the sand and say, “Yeah. I mean, the way we met isn’t exactly ideal, but I’m glad it led me to where I am now.
I love living here. I love my life, my pack, my pets.
I have things I never dreamed of.” I smile up at him.
“The best thing is, I don’t have to work anymore,” I laugh.
“I spent so many years working dead-end jobs just to make ends meet, and I was never appreciated. In the end, I lost the only two people I thought were my family. Now, I have a bigger and better one.” I look up as the seagulls fly above us, watching as they swoop down and land on the sand.
“This is what I needed. Excitement. A life that keeps me on my toes. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine, and it’s better than the life I had before.
” I shrug. “What about you? What’s your story? ”
“Honestly,” he laughs, “it’s kind of sad, but in a boring way.
” He smiles down at me. “I had a good life, parents who loved me. I always wanted to be like my dad, a detective. For the most part, I’ve gotten pretty damn close.
Growing up, I had good friends, school was great.
The only time I’ve ever went off the beaten path was probably a few years ago. ”
“Yeah? What happened?”
“I was a few years in, working at the NYPD, and we were on a call. Someone reported seeing their neighbor’s home getting broken into.
I didn’t realize I knew the address until we pulled up to the house.
I got a sick feeling in my stomach, but didn’t know why.
We took all the proper precautions that we were supposed to do when we arrived.
When no one came to the door, despite cars being in the driveway, we headed inside. ”
Tucker’s voice softens, and I can feel the pain in it. I give his hand a squeeze, showing him my support for whatever he’s about to tell me.
“I’ll never be able to get the image out of my head,” he chokes out. “Blood everywhere, their lifeless bodies.” My heart drops as he takes a shuddering breath. “It was the wife and son of my best friend. Someone broke in and killed them.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “I’m so sorry.”
“That’s not even the worst part,” He huffs out a sad laugh.
“Turns out, no one broke in. It was my best friend who did it. He found out his wife slept with someone at work and that his newborn baby boy wasn’t his.
He lost it.” Tucker isn’t crying, but I can see he’s destroyed.
Me? I’m doing everything in my power not to cry like a baby. That’s so fucked up.
“I was the one who arrested him. He begged me, pleaded with me that he was sorry, but he had to. I was numb for days, everything felt like a blur. I couldn’t get the images of their cold, bloody bodies out of my head, seeing them every time I slept.
I’d have a few drinks to help me sleep, and then that lead to being drunk and high every day.
Nothing too crazy, but I was in a deep depression.
I took time off work, got most of these tattoos.
” He points to his arms. “The pain felt therapeutic.”
“What brought you back around? Got you out of that state of mind?” Clearly he doesn’t live like that anymore.
“I was out one day, hungover as fuck, going for a walk to get more beer. I stopped to sit on a bench in the park I was using as a shortcut. I felt sick and shaky and needed a break. That's when I heard a little girl screaming. I jumped into action and ran toward the sound. A man was dragging a little girl toward a car. I knew what was happening, and I ran faster. I almost didn’t get to them in time because I was so weak and hung over, but I made it. I tackled the guy to the ground and the little girl took off running to someone nearby. The car drove off, leaving the guy behind. I realized that because I was drinking, because of how I chose to live my life at that moment, I almost missed the chance to save that little girl from being kidnapped.” He blows out a breath.
“So, I got my shit together. Got sober, gave up weed, and went back to work. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. ”
“Woah.” I lean my head against his arm, my heart breaking for him. “I’m proud of you.”
“For what?” He stops and I look up at him, his brows furrowed.
“You could have kept letting your pain win, but you saw that there were people out there that needed you and you got yourself better. You chose to be better for your job, a job that gave you the power to make a difference. That’s brave.”
He stares at me, his deep blue eyes locked with mine. Lifting his hand, he tucks some hair behind my ear. “You're the only person who’s ever said that to me. Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
He licks his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
My heart races and my stomach flutters, but I shake my head. “Not until you tell Nick.”
His shoulders slump and I feel bad, but I won’t do this behind Nick’s back.
“I’ll be there with you if you want. We can tell him together, like the others.”
“I’ll think about it. I still need some time. So much has happened in such a short amount of time, I’m still adjusting to the big career changes.”
“What changes?”
“The fact that I don’t think I want to be a detective,” he admits.
“All this has got me reflecting on what I truly want. I think because I wanted to be such an amazing person like my dad, I led myself to believe that I had to have the same job as him. I just enjoy being a police officer, making the world a better place. I can do that by just being a regular officer. No fancy titles needed. Also, there’s no jobs for lead detectives nearby.
The nearest would be Atlanta and the commute would be a pain in the ass.
Maybe that's just me making excuses, but I want to just have a nice life here. "
“Nice?” I laugh. “Baby, it’s going to be one crazy fucking life.”
“Yeah.” He smiles, brushing my cheek with his finger. “But it’s going to have you in it, and I think that just might be the best part.”
Damn it, this Omega. He’s killing me.
“Tucker Davis. You really need to tell your Alpha because it’s really hard not to kiss you right now.”
He chuckles, leaning in to kiss the top of my head. “I will, Angel, soon.”
We head back to collect our things. Tucker walks me to the edge of the beach that leads to the house, and he keeps walking down the beach.
Heading inside the house, I hear Ian and Will talking.
“So, how was your date?” Ian asks when he sees me.
“It was nice.” I smile, taking a seat at the table. “He’s going to be a good addition to the pack.”
“If Nick doesn’t kill him first,” Ian snorts.
“Stop it. I think it’s going to be fine.”
I hope it is. Pray it is. Oh dear god, please let it be.