Chapter 40
CONNOR
I’m allowed to sit outside her house.
Repeating it over and over under my breath is the best way to convince myself I’m not being a creep, isn’t it?
Wren isn’t back from whatever she’s been doing since my last text from her this morning, and sue me, I want to surprise her.
I mean, I’ve done my “job” for today. I did my community outreach, then went and ran myself into the ground at skills training.
I put in the work with endless drills to get our combinations tightened up, so is there any sweeter way to celebrate finally getting to see her than to lie in wait for my little Omega?
She’d better get used to the way I do things real fast.
Besides, I see the glint in her eye when she tells me I’m being a stalker. She likes it, even if that stubborn, independent thing she’s got going on hates to admit that part out loud.
Glancing up from my phone, I catch sight of blond hair and the back of her head coming from the shortcut to the next street over.
Even though I probably shouldn’t make a habit of racing up behind without checking if it’s my girl, I’d recognize that ass anywhere.
In one smooth motion, I’ve grabbed the to-go hot chocolate I picked up for her, lock my truck, and in a repeat of this morning’s stealth visit to her doorstep, do a quick double check of my surroundings.
We’re in the clear.
“Hey, Bambi… I missed—” Whatever the fuck else I was gonna say falls out of my brain. As I slide up behind her, just as Wren unlocks her front door, I’m left speechless.
My girl spins around, with sapphire eyes widening at me, and in that moment right there, I’m about ready to eat her alive.
“What are you—” She can’t finish that statement, because I tackle her through the doorway and kick my shoes off as I slam the door shut behind us.
The hot drink is forgotten, abandoned on the stand in the hall.
That can wait. My senses spiral off the charts as I tower over her, simply staring and figuring out where to even begin with this all-consuming need.
“That’s my hoodie you’re wearing, Bambi.” A deep rumble comes out of my chest. I absolutely have to fuck her in it. Right here. Right now. Against the wall in this damn hallway if I have to. But there’s something else, and it takes me a moment to pick up what it is…
“You smell like him.” Oh my fucking god.
It’s like the sweetest peachy caramel and woodsmoke all blended together, and holy shit, the scent of Ace is everywhere.
All my blood flows south, and my dick is rock hard within seconds.
It’s too much, too intense; the mix of both of them is like heaven and sheer bliss.
I barely allow her a second to breathe before striking.
“Connor…” Her voice is a little gasp of concern. As if she thinks I’m worried she’s been with Ace and didn’t tell me? “It’s—it’s not like that. I promise,” she stammers.
“You think I’m jealous?” I fist the material of my hoodie, the one she’s been wearing today, and the little sneak refused to tell me. “When you’ve had my clothes on and didn’t tell me.” Dragging her body tight against mine forces her to arch backward in order to keep holding my gaze.
She swallows, her perfume growing thick around us. “I was at the dog shelter. Ace happened to be there, but I didn’t know.”
That draws a smirk out of me. Oh, this is fucking perfect. Our pretty little Omega just discovered the weak spot in that grump’s armor without even trying.
“And here you are, all worked up, baby.” My gaze devours the way she licks her lips, blush deepening on the apples of her cheeks.
If all this is the result of being around Ace for the day, then I’m gonna die a happy man knowing that she’s attracted to him, too.
Here I was wondering how I’d ever rationalize wanting my teammate and housemate, having to put up with the inevitable that I’d be stuck in longing and stolen glances, when the answer might just be our pretty Omega, after all.
Wren’s lips hang parted, that cloud of sweetness building and building in the hallway to envelop us. My girl smelling like him, too? Yeah, that’s enough to drive me wild. All my plans, all thoughts of what I’m supposed to be doing right now, fly out the window.
I pounce, grabbing beneath her ass, lifting her so that she has to wrap both legs around my waist.
Wren lets out a little gasp.
“I’m supposed to be picking you up and helping to pack some of your things…
but…” I drop my forehead to hers, letting my palms squeeze her soft flesh as I do so.
My heart jackhammers behind my ribs. “Lock that fucking door, and please for the love of god, tell me your roommates aren’t going to be home for hours. ”
My girl’s fragrance blooms even stronger. With one hand, she fists the front of the hoodie I’m wearing, and with the other, she fumbles blindly behind herself until the lock flicks.
“They’re not going to be home for hours,” she pants, as our desperate breaths mingle.
“Thank fuck,” I exhale raggedly, fully prepared to beg if necessary.
This time, there’s no more holding back. There’s no more pretending I can keep it together or stop myself from needing Wren like I need goddamn oxygen. Diving against her soft, plush lips has me groaning. She’s so impossibly soft, so delicate, meeting me in the intensity of the kiss.
The needle on the dial flips from zero to a hundred as our lips finally lock.
Our kisses are heated, needy, as I walk us through into the open doorway of the kitchen.
My shoulder hits the wooden frame as I ricochet off the edge with her clutched tight in my arms, and we somehow make it to the counter.
I’m obsessed with having my mouth on her, with devouring all those tiny little hums and murmurs of pleasure delivered straight onto my tongue.
“I need you, big guy,” she moans into my mouth, and fuck my life, it’s going to be my mission to hear those words every single morning, evening, and each hour in between.
“I’ve been dying all fucking day.” I nip at the plump curve of her bottom lip, leaving a path of small biting kisses at the corners of her mouth, dropping more along her jaw.
“Volunteering… then being stuck at training was hell. Being away from you was the worst. You have no goddamn idea, baby.” Allowing myself to roam along her neck, following all that sweet scent, I keep going until I find her pulse point fluttering just below the surface.
Knowing that she’s so worked up? It’s enough to have me wanting to fuck until sunrise.
“Is this… is this another heat spike?” Her slender fingers slide up my shoulders, tentatively exploring, as she arches her neck and gives me unrestricted access to that sensitive spot just below her ear. The sweetest whimpering sounds flow in response to my beard rasping over her skin.
Taking my girl—our girl—back to Theo covered in beard burn? Yeah, that has me smiling like a fiend against her smooth skin. I don’t care if it makes me an asshole that I want him to see evidence of where I’ve taken care of her. He’d better get used to it.
“No, Bambi. This is just us.” I let my nose push her chin higher, demanding more, followed by allowing my tongue to run a long, wet line up her throat. “This is exactly.” Kiss. “How good.” Kiss. “We are together.” Kiss.
“Oh my god, that feels…” Those soft words disappear into a loud whimper when I suck down on her delicate earlobe.
“You taste just as good as I remember,” I rasp against her ear. “And there’s no forgetting the way your pussy gets even sweeter when you’re falling apart for me.”
Wren shudders, and her hips start grinding against my lower stomach, seeking out friction through our clothes. “That was the first time...” she pants. “The first time I’d ever had anything like that.”
I pull back and take in the sight of her lust-blown pupils. Goddamn, she looks so fucking edible right now. Letting my weight rest against the kitchen stool, I keep her straddled across my lap. “Are you telling me that’s the first time your pretty little cunt has been properly taken care of?”
The pink on Wren’s cheeks intensifies, along with the flush of arousal on her lips. She has that look in her eyes, the one that silently asks me if it was okay. The question hovering there behind that expression that wants to know… did you like it… did you mind… did I taste okay?
“Oh, Bambi…” I hook one knee, dragging her leg up, and the movement allows her covered pussy to rub along the top of my thigh as she straddles my leg. “You’ve just given me the best fucking news of my life.” One corner of my lips tips up.
“That feels good,” she gasps, her weight bearing down. We might still both be fully clothed, but she’s got a slightly glazed look in her expression every time I pull her a little tighter against me.
“Mmm. Rub that sweet little Omega pussy all over my thigh. You gonna get yourself off like that, for me?”
Her eyes grow hooded, heavy lashes fanning across her flushed cheeks. With each rock of her hips over that bulge of muscle, her body starts to tremble. Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, and I can’t wait to have them exploring every damn part of me for hours when we’re fully naked.
I’ll gladly come down with a lengthy injury if it means getting to spend a whole weekend tangled in bedsheets without letting this girl out of my arms.
“Con.” Her raspy little moan, the way she shortens my name with the kind of familiarity of lovers, is everything. The heat of her pussy, the scent of her perfume intensifies, and I can only imagine just how messy she is right now.
“Are you dripping, baby?” I murmur, leaning forward to close the distance between our shared breaths. Kissing her is the most incredible thing, tasting that edge she’s climbing toward faster and faster, as her sweetness grows thick in the air, coating my taste buds.