Chapter Nine ABBIE #2
I can’t stop my thoughts circling back to Bluff, the club’s reclusive VP.
From the little Tricks shared, it’s obvious that those scars I saw aren’t from a barfight or an unlucky tumble off his bike.
He was wounded in the line of duty, and it must have been really serious if he spent so long in recovery.
But is that the extent of the issues he’s dealing with?
I’d seen the haunted look in his eyes and assumed it was because he thought I was trouble he wanted no part of.
But what if he saw me, wanted me, but knew that there were too many barriers between us?
Too many wounds that still hadn’t healed?
“Hey, butterfly,” Wings says softly as he drops his cut on the back of a chair and walks slowly over to where I’m curled up on the couch. I have Samson’s jacket draped over my lap like a blanket, and he runs a hand through his hair as he studies me. “Trixie was here, I take it.”
“Tricks,” I correct him, since she was so fiercely proud of her road name. “And yes, she came by. It was really great to see her.”
His gaze flicks down to my brother’s jacket. “But it stirred up old ghosts?”
I nod, rubbing the worn collar between my fingers. “I was thinking about how Samson wanted to be cremated instead of being buried next to mom. Do you think he thought our family was so broken, he didn’t want any part of it, even at the end?”
“No, babe. I think he just had a soldier’s view of death.” He shrugs at my curious look. “There’s a kind of freedom in just floating off into the ether. No mess. Just stardust and memories.”
I pull my hands out from under the jacket and reach for him. He settles next to me, lifting me into his lap and threading his fingers through my hair. As he wraps his arms tightly around me, I breathe in his dark chocolate scent. “I’m sorry I pushed you away, Wings.”
“Yeah, well I’m sorry I wasn’t straight about how we met. That was shitty.”
“I shut you down every time you tried to talk about the club.” I sigh and pull back to cup his face. There are dark smudges under his eyes and tight lines around his mouth, and I want to smooth both away. “It can’t have been easy, balancing all our rules.”
He tips my chin up, feathering a kiss over my lips. “You’re both worth it.”
“Good, because I’m thinking about trying again.” I take a deep breath, leaning into his palm. “Not just with you, but with the Flyers.”
He jolts under me, his eyes sparkling with hope. “For real?”
“I loved seeing Tricks today. It brought back some of the good memories I haven’t thought about in a long time.” He nuzzles my hair and I tip my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry lips. “Glory, too. I did not expect Lyla, though.”
His chuckle is low and warm against my throat. “I think they were kind of shocked, too, but Lyla’s good for them.”
“They seemed really happy.”
He makes a humming sound, then pauses to look deep into my eyes. “The club isn't perfect, but it’s getting better. Can you trust me on that?”
“I believe you.” Because one thing I know for certain is that Wings wouldn’t deliberately put me in harm’s way. “Are you worried about going back, though?” I rub a circle on his chest, over the pair of butterflies under his tee. “Tricks called it your ‘big designation reveal’.”
I can’t help snickering as he rolls his eyes. “It will probably be a huge pain in my ass, but I don’t care. Not if I’m with you.”
There’s a noise at the door, and when I look over my shoulder, Pitt is stepping into the room, his pheromones wafting over us in a careful greeting. “Damn, you look cozy.”
“I’m apologizing,” I tell him, then take a deep breath. “And we’re talking about our reception when we go back to the club.”
He leans against the counter, his arms folded casually, but I can see the tension in his body. “You’re both going back?”
“I don’t know for how long,” I tell him before he gets his hopes up, “but there are a few things I need to figure out.”
Like what kind of new start Ark and I can have, if any, and what this connection is between me and his unofficial VP.
Pitt nods his head, his smile growing until he’s beaming at us. “Well, that’s fucking fantastic. We should celebrate.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I tell him, swinging off Wings’ lap and holding my hand out to pull him to his feet. He moves with his usual grace, his arms sliding back around me. “I have some serious making up to do first.”
Pitt cocks a brow at our tangled pose. “Is that my cue to leave?”
I lean back against Wings, considering. Seeing Pitt in my kitchen feels weirdly comforting, and it’s not just because I’ve grown used to having him around.
Maybe it’s because I’m nervous about the club, or I’m still feeling conflicted about Ark and Bluff, but I suddenly want to keep him close.
“If you want to stay, you can. You hear everything through the wall, anyway.”
He jerks his head back towards the front door. “I can give you some room…”
“I meant the opposite of that. If you want to come in with us, it’s okay with me.”
There’s a long silence as he studies my face, then flicks a glance at Wings. “Are you asking me to watch you with your omega, butterfly?”
I twist in Wings’ arms to look up into his face, and I’m relieved to see a curious light in his eyes. “What do you think?”
He skims a thumb over my bottom lip, pressing until my mouth opens a fraction. “What do you want him to do, sweetheart? Just watch or offer a helping hand?”
I hadn’t thought that far, but I’m glad Wings has the sense to spell it out.
Making Pitt sit in the corner doesn’t feel right, but I’m not sure how ready I am to share my bed with a dominant alpha, either.
I have things I still need to figure out, but I know that I want soft touches right now, not alpha knots and pheromone submission.
“I’d like him to hold me while you fuck me, if that’s okay. ”
Wings' eyes glitter as he looks at Pitt. “Any objections, Alpha?”
“Not a single one,” he says, threading his fingers through mine and drawing us towards the bedroom.
When we step through the door, I stop short, taking in the scene of my recent meltdown.
Maybe it isn’t quite bond sickness, but it’s left a sticky, sour scent in the air and my sheets look like they’ve been dragged through a wringer.
“How about we start in the shower?” Wings suggests, squeezing my fingers. “We can get nice and clean before dirtying up another set of sheets.”
I nod, happy to turn my back on my rumpled bed. Maybe there’s more to Bluff’s rejection than I first thought, but right now I can’t tell if I’m meant to be his salvation, or he’s a grenade set to blow up my life.
“Let me do it,” Pitt says when I start to unbutton my jeans. “I can get you ready while Wings puts the shower into scalding mode.”
“I don’t like it that hot,” I argue, my toes curling as he eases down my zipper and his knuckles brush my belly.
“The last time I saw you in a damp towel, I thought you had sunburn,” Pitt murmurs as he drops to a knee in front of me, dragging my jeans the rest of the way down my thighs. “Not sure how this pretty skin can take that much heat, to be honest.”
I step out of my jeans and shiver as his gaze travels slowly up my legs to rest on the V of my panties.
There’s already a damp spot there, and I know they can both smell my slick.
But instead of touching me where I’m aching, he hooks his fingers carefully around the elastic waistband and eases them off.
I reach out to grip his shoulder right as Wings sweeps my hair aside and starts nibbling on my neck.
Warm air tickles my skin, and as I kick my panties aside, I can see the pupils blow in Pitt’s eyes.
“Next time I’m on my knees, sweetheart, I’d really like to see if you taste as good as you smell. ”
My mouth falls open, as much at the hungry gleam in his eyes as the scent of his pheromones licking over me.
Wings chuckles against my racing pulse, his hands slowly working my tee up over my flushed skin.
He pulls it free, gently sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I shiver in his arms. Pitt is back on his feet, and there’s something so primal about standing between two fully dressed men when I’m wearing nothing but my bra.
My reaction isn’t missed by Wings, who slides his hands around and cups my aching breasts. “You want to watch him strip, or do you want to give him a helping hand?”
“I want you both to get naked. Now.”
They both smirk at the impatience in my voice, but they don’t waste any time stripping off their clothes. I swallow as Pitt gets all the way down to his tight black boxer briefs and then stops. “Probably a good idea if I keep these on.”
I want to pout, but Wings has unsnapped my bra and is drawing me back into the shower. I turn in his arms with a blissful sigh. It’s only as Pitt makes a strangled sound that I realize what I’ve done.
“Puneta! What the hell happened to your back, Abbie?”
I freeze in Wings’ arms, then turn quickly to shield my scar from Pitt’s horrified eyes. “Don’t ask me about it. Not now.” His gaze flicks to Wings, but I reach out and grab his chin. “I don’t want to be back in that place, okay?”
A storm of conflicting emotions crosses his face. I can smell his anger, as bitter as acid, and then pity, which isn’t much better. I expect him to take a step back, but he just lifts his hand and pushes a wet strand of my hair off my cheek.
“Fair enough.” His voice is still gruff, but as he steps under the spray, he eases me away from Wings and turns me until my back is flush against his chest. He looks down my body with unabashed heat, his hands resting lightly on my hips while his gaze scorches every inch of me.
“But we can put the rest of you on display though, hmmm? Fuck, you’re a lucky man, brother. ”
“I’m the lucky one.” I smile as Wings steps towards me, water cascading over his tight muscles. I can’t resist tracing its path over his abs and down to his hard cock, my hand sliding over his silky shaft. I pull him closer, smiling at the heat in his gaze. “Kiss me, Wings.”
He presses against me with a groan, his fingers toying with my nipples as I let Pitt take our combined weight.
I can feel him shuffling his feet behind me, easing us back until he’s braced against the wall.
Wings takes advantage of the additional support, lifting me up until my legs are wrapped around his hips.
Pitt grunts, and I smirk as I feel his erection stirring against my lower back.
“Like the view?” I ask over my shoulder as Wings kisses his way across my chest. My head is pressed against Pitt’s shoulder and I’m pretty sure one of Wings’ thighs is shoved between the alpha’s legs.
Some alphas wouldn't be able to resist edging their way in, or at the very least, directing the scene, but Pitt seems content in his supporting role. Not that his low, appreciative groans don’t send ripples of pleasure through me. “So beautiful. You ready to get fucked now, Omega?”
I nod lazily, my head too heavy for anything more.
Wings releases my nipple with a teasing pop, then greedily licks my mouth open.
Our tongues tangle together as I feel him nudge at my entrance.
Slick is already coating my thighs, and I can smell Wings’ dark chocolate arousal in the steam swirling around us.
“You’re gushing, butterfly,” he says as he presses his cock to my clit.
With my legs gripping his hips, I’m wide open, and he groans as he presses inside.
“So good. Fuck, you’re made for me, aren’t you? ”
I whimper my agreement, because he’s thrust all the way to the hilt, and the stretch is perfection. I grind against his cock, shuddering at the way it pulses against my walls. “I’m so full. I want you inside me always.”
His fingers tighten on my hips, and I catch the hooded glance he casts at Pitt. “You’re mine,” he says as he pulls out slowly, teasing me with every inch, “even when another cock is deep inside you.”
Pitt huffs, but Wings just gives him a wicked grin as he shoves back inside me.
He fucks me slow and deep, every thrust making me clutch him tighter.
I can see the half moons my nails have dug into his shoulders, his mouth red and swollen where I’ve bitten his tender lips.
But it’s the adoration in his eyes that makes me clench around him, trying to draw more of his body into mine.
I reach down to touch my clit and brush the fingers curved around my ass.
Holding more than squeezing, and I suddenly think of Wings’ asking me if I wanted Pitt’s helping hands…
“You want him to slip a finger in here, beautiful?” Wings asks, catching the shudder of my hips against the alpha behind me. “Maybe rub your pretty bud until you come on my cock?”
I groan, grabbing Pitt’s hand and pressing his thick fingers against my opening.
I’m stretched wide around Wings’ length, and the alpha has no trouble finding my aching clit.
If he brushes Wings’ shaft in the process, neither of them seems to care.
In fact, I can feel Pitt’s shaft throb behind me, his cheek scraping mine as he purrs, “So hot and slippery. Is this how she feels all the way inside, Omega?”
It takes my scrambled brain a moment to realize he’s talking to Wings.
“Hot. Wet.” Wings pants as he grips my hips and drills into me, rocking me back against the alpha. “She’s so tight, and she’s clutching me like she never wants to let me go.”
Pitt rubs me harder, my clit throbbing at the attention. I can feel my release coiling in my belly as he bends down and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Fucking jealous, brother. But maybe one day this sweet pussy will be able to take us both at the same time.”
Wings’ pupils blow wide at the idea, and I feel his hips stutter a moment before his mouth crashes down on mine.
He kisses me like a dying man, while Pitt slides a thick finger in next to Wings’ cock.
I cry out at the collision of sensations, my orgasm rushing through me as Wings empties inside me with a shout.
We shudder through our mutual climax, my mouth open and panting as Wings’ knees nearly give out.
“Fuck, Pitt,” Wings groans as I slide off his hips, boneless and shaking. “You weren’t kidding about helping things along.”
The alpha chuckles behind me, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. “Just imagine how much more useful I can be when both hands are in the mix.”