16. Wyatt #2
In the bond, Beck’s desire is blazing strong.
Has been since the second he saw her in town.
To be honest, I’m not sure I even need the whiskey since I’m damn near drunk from the contact buzz.
Another pointed look tells me he’s already walking a fine line where she’s concerned.
He’d never overstep, but it will be a battle he’ll wage until he finally claims her.
She settles into one of the adirondack chairs, reaching for a glass of whiskey and drawing her knees up. Her scent has mellowed out, sweet but not overwhelming, the hints of apple reaching me on the breeze. Looking between my brother and me, she smirks.
“Alright. I can see you both chomping at the bit, sharing secret looks you think I don’t notice. What is it?”
Beck clears his throat and grabs a glass from the tray. “I just have a million and one questions, and I’m honestly not sure where to begin.”
“Start with the one that’s top of mind,” she suggests.
“Tell me about the moment you found out you were pregnant.”
The drink that was raised to her lips pauses, her eyes going wide. Sucking both lips between her teeth, she slowly lowers the glass.
“At first, I was sure my life was over.” She stares into the flame, her scent souring. “An unbonded Omega, pregnant and alone, not even knowing who the Alpha was that knocked her up… I just knew I’d be the laughingstock of town.”
“How did your parents react?” I ask softly.
She smiles. “Mama was over the moon. She didn’t give a rat's ass if I was about to become a single mom, but her and Gran were worried because they knew I was already struggling mentally after the accident. With a little convincing from Gran, I agreed to get some help and spent a few months at the Omega Trauma Center. Met some women there that have really helped me get my life back on track. They’ve been with me every step of the way.
As for my dad…” Taking a sip of whiskey, she stares into the glass.
“He was disappointed. He thought I was smarter than that. Honestly, I think he was just concerned about what it would all mean for finding a potential pack. Not all Alphas are willing to take on a child that isn’t theirs. ”
Beck leans forward, elbows hitting his knees with his glass hanging between them. “That ain’t all on you, Jules. I knew better, but I didn’t stop to consider the consequences of the decisions we were making. I couldn’t see past how much I fucking wanted you.”
Her smile is as soft as the apple and brown sugar on the breeze. “It’s okay. I wanted you too. I’m the one that propositioned you, after all, and I wouldn’t change anything about that night. Charlotte is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“What’s it been like, raising her on your own?” I study her, expecting to see hurt and maybe a bit of frustration, but her smile widens.
There’s joy and love reflecting back at me, further proving what I’d already known. She adores her daughter and is a damned good mama.
“It hasn’t been as difficult as I expected.
You’ve met her. You know how curious and smart she is.
Even as a baby, she was always observing people and places.
She was ahead of all the milestones, slept like a champ—for the most part.
As far as babies go, I got damned lucky.
” She lifts the glass, taking another small sip.
“And, of course, my daddy came around. The second he held her in his arms, he was wrapped around her little finger. I think that’s why he pushed so hard for me to have a pack.
He wanted to make sure we were provided for if anything ever happened to him, Mama, or Gran. He didn’t want us to be alone.”
“Which brings up another important question…”
Beck’s eyes narrow on mine. “Don’t you even think about?—”
“You been courted a lot, hotshot?”
One brow raises as she swirls the amber liquid around and around in her glass. “What if I said I have?”
“Then I’d want the names and addresses of all of those packs ‘cuz I’m starting a mailing list.”
“For what?”
“Thank you notes.”
Her laughter makes my heart beat funny and my dick go rock hard in my jeans, but I don’t mind. Not when I’m this close to having everything I’ve ever wanted.
She sighs, her smile dying a notch as her scent goes tart.
“I suppose if we’re doing this, then honesty is important.
” She throws back the rest of her whiskey and refills her glass.
She won’t meet our eyes, and my stomach sinks at the thought of what she’s about to admit.
“Pack Latham is the only one that’s ever gotten close.
In fact, in four years, I’ve never so much as touched another Alpha—let alone another man for that matter. ”
Beck’s jaw muscles clench, his eyes focused on the Omega who, if I’m not mistaken, is blushing deep pink in her seat.
“You mean…” He trails off, his throat bobbing.
When she lifts her face, she looks him straight in the eye. “You’re the last man to have me, Beck. After you, there was no one else for me.”
The crackling wood and the soft chirps of crickets are the only sounds to be heard as we process what she just said.
Faster than I’d have given him credit for, he’s up and out of his seat, kneeling in front of her.
Large hands grip the sides of her face and pull her mouth to his.
For a second, she’s frozen in shock, then it’s like her entire body melts into his, her glass of whiskey tumbling to the patio as she grabs a hold of his shirt.
I’m not sure if I should quietly get up and give them some privacy, or if?—
Beck lifts her out of the seat as he stands, breaking the kiss just long enough to stare down at the only woman he’s ever loved, who all but admitted she feels the same way.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now, because I’ve waited four years for a chance like this again, and once I start, I won’t be able to stop. ”
“I’m done waiting, Beck. I need you.”
He spares me a glance, but I just wave my hand. “Go on, I’ll?—”
“Uh uh, pretty boy. You’re not getting off that easily.” She swipes Beck’s hat off his head, placing it on hers backward. “Go big or go home, as they say.”
“You sure you’re ready for us both, little mama?”
“No, but I’m damned sure willing to give it my best shot.”
Well, okay then. Sounds pretty damn good to me.
I told her earlier that I was falling for her, but now it’s a done deal.
I’ve tipped over the edge.
Bit the bullet.
Got caught…hook, line, and sinker.
I fucking love this woman, and now I’ll get to show her just how much.
What better way to end the best day of my life than with a threesome?