Chapter 22
D ixon Motors was nothing like I expected. Maybe I was still letting my ‘rich boy’ biases show, but I expected a fancy modern building.
Though, the money still shined through in the interior, the outside was just your average brick building, large glass garage doors and the big sign out front telling the world they specialized in motorcycle repair and customization, along with custom paint jobs for just about any vehicle.
Ash and Mathias were quiet as we pushed inside, my eyes trailing over everything. The inside was a sea of dark, stained wood that lined the floor and ceiling, the ceilings were a cool, ‘shining oil stain’ cement in hues of bronze and black.
Black toolboxes that were in pristine condition lined most of the walls and the bays were kept empty outside of the bikes they were working on. Two were resting in their spots, parts and tools scattered around them, the only spot that wasn’t practically perfect in this space.
“It’s gorgeous in here,” I said, meaning every word. It was clear they put their heart and soul into this place. It was well decorated, showing not just their success, but their wealth, but I could still see touches of them.
The art on the walls were vintage signs and pictures showing an old shop that likely rested here long before them. Old motorcycles, landscapes, and cars added a bit of life to the shop.
“Thanks,” Ash said, pride beaming through in his smile as he watched me take it all in. “We worked our asses off to make this shop what it is.”
“I’m going to head over to my side, just come in when you’re all wrapped up here, I have some work to plan out anyway,” Mathias said, brushing a kiss over my forehead before walking away, his footsteps echoing in the quiet shop. I wondered what it would like in here when it was busy and full of life.
“Come out to the display room,” Ash said, offering me his hand, palm up. I didn’t hesitate to slide my hand in his and let him pull me to an adjoining room.
There were a few bikes and parts on display, but one in the middle was under a single golden light that had the red bike shining.
“Can we shoot here?” I asked as I circled around it, taking the bike in from all sides.
“Hell yeah, we can. This is my pride and joy. Well, next to you, now.”
He went on to explain the details of what kind of bike it was and what went into fixing it. I tried my best to listen and absorb all the finer details, loving how excited he was, but my mind was also putting together video ideas.
Ash had worn dark jeans, a black shirt that pushed against his muscles, displaying them all, combat boots, and he had a black helmet to round it out. The red would add the pop of color to make it moody.
I was in creative heaven at this point.
Ash helped me set up the two tripods I brought, one off to the side for the video he insisted I was in.
I’d taken my time before we left to doll myself up. I had on a black dress, hair down and with a slight wave, and makeup complete with red lipstick.
Seeing their reaction when I walked down the stairs was everything. These men were as gone for me as I was for them and I loved it.
“How about you first?” Ash said. “Even if we don’t share this one, I want it for myself. Hop up, princess.”
I did as he asked, straddling the large, red bike, propping a book in front of me. Instead of leaving the camera where it was, he pulled it off and counted down with his fingers.
“Look sultry,” he teased before hitting three. I leaned in, a sly grin on my face as I stared at the camera, then at him. Then it was no longer acting, it was teasing. The sexual tension in our bond was killing me and I could smell our scents swelling in the room.
“Fuck.” He mouthed the words as I gave a little wink and opened the book, stretching out on the bike and holding it above me as I slowly flipped through a few pages.
“Okay, now, I’ve been meaning to give you this,” he grinned, walking behind the counter and pulling out a gift bag.
I let out an excited squeak as he plopped it in front of me. There was no hesitation as I dug around the gift bag, pulling out a gorgeous crown. Silver metal was molded into an ornate winding pattern that reminded me of vines, holding the purple jewels in place.
The silver was going to look incredible in the video. In fact, the purple splashes on the book cover would tie it all together even more.
How did I get so lucky?
He tossed aside the bag and gently put the crown on my head, a soft smile on his face as he fixed it. My eyes were transfixed on my alpha. His scent was stronger, a sweet contentment lacing it now.
Ash’s hands moved gently through my hair, my eyes fluttering closed as he made sure that everything was in place. He even would a few strands of hair under it so my face wasn’t hidden behind the curtain of hair and the jewels could stand out.
Who knew he was an artist in his own right?
When he was finally satisfied, he brushed a kiss over my lips, eyes sparkling with adoration and excitement. “There, perfect.”
“Thank you, alpha,” I breathed out, flushed with warmth from the sweet moment. I’d never felt more cared for or pretty in my entire life. They made me not want to just hide behind the camera, but be a face my viewers came to know, as well.
He winked and moved back, counting down again for another set of videos. Between the crown and the book, I knew it would be a good one to add in the rotation. I wasn’t even self-conscious, thanks to my alpha’s attention.
Finally, he put the camera down. “Done, princess. That was… hot as fuck. I love that the book is even in this one. It’s a mix of your smart and sexy sides.”
I sat up and put the book down, watching as he set the camera back up. “Climb on and I’ll sit in front of you, facing you.”
The moment I swung my leg over and climbed down, he pulled on his helmet and moved into place, patting his thighs for me to join him. I set the timer before climbing on, knowing if I went a couple seconds past I could simply edit it out.
Then I was focused on him, forgetting the cameras altogether as I ran my fingers up his arms that were holding my hips and up to his helmet, flipping up the visor and pulling him in so we rested, forehead to forehead.
“This is going to break the internet,” I teased in a husky whisper. His cock was hard, I could feel it pressing into me and was glad my dress was hiding that since I was half draped over him.
Then he was ripping up his helmet, making eyes at the camera as he tossed it aside. A sexy, mischievous smile slowly formed on his lips before he moved back.
Before I could move, his lips were on mine. Fire built between us as the kiss turned from playful to hot. Our tongues warred and his fingers dug into my skin. My hips were rocking slightly over him.
He pulled back, breath ragged before he met my gaze. “We should turn that off before it turns into very different content that only I will see.”
“Good idea,” I said, voice breathless. He helped me climb off of him but I held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t move. I need one with just you.”
“Anything for you, princess,” he said as he shifted until he was comfortable. I switched the video to a new one, wishing I could rewatch the first two already.
“You guys are going to have to let me go into full editing mode tomorrow,” I said with a sigh. “It’s going to take a while but I can make these into several videos I think.”
“Just think, we’re pack now. This is just the beginning. You dared us, but the truth is we are loving every second of this.”
“Good, because my followers would demand more,” I laughed. “They’re going to make you go viral. Just watch.”
“Good,” he laughed, flexing like a dork. “I knew these would come in handy for something.”
“Shut up and look pretty,” I teased right back. He chuckled but didn't speak as I did the same he did on my solo shoot, walking around as he posed with the book, reading a few pages before he was more invested.
I did choose a biker romance and bookmarked a sexy bike scene that I knew he’d be committing to memory and wanting to act out ourselves one day.
Maybe just not with a huge glass door in front of us.
“Princess,” his word was a curse with a desperate edge. “We are absolutely going to keep reading this together. Start to fucking finish and taking notes.”
I stopped the video and set the camera aside. “Oh, I love that idea. But sadly for you, Mathias also wants me to see where he works.”
“Sometimes, sharing sucks,” he half-joked as he took a few deep breaths. “But, I’m going to fuck you before this night is over, princess.”
“We’ll see,” I teased, picking up the cameras and walking away, putting a bit of a sway in my steps, soaking in his pained groan behind me.
It was hard to leave my hot alpha, but I had a sweet-and-sexy beta waiting for me and he was going to have all my attention now.
I knew that navigating a relationship with three men would have its challenges but I would make damn sure that none of them felt left out. We all belonged together and I'd keep them for as long as they'd have me.
"Mathias," I called out. I hadn't seen where he disappeared to but I knew he couldn’t be far.
"Up the stairs," he called back. "Gimme a second and I'll be down."
As I waited, I walked over to look at the pictures that were framed on the wall. They all had thick wooden frames and I grinned when I realized it was all of the pack. They started in high school, all the way up to recent pictures.
It was sweet that they displayed this here and showed that they really were a family. A little part of me hoped that one day they'd hang one next to it of us and, hopefully, our little family as it grows.
I could just picture little Holts in cowboy hats, little Mathiases painting everything and little Ashes in leather jackets. It made my heart skip a beat at all the possibilities.
My thoughts had me itching to fix up my nest more, putting their scents in and dragging them in with me. The urge was so intense and hit me out of nowhere, my skin flushing in response, that I knew it wasn’t normal.
It isn’t time for my heat yet, but I know damn well not to dismiss it.
The heat spike started to dissipate, meaning we were safe for now.
"Soon it will be a picture of the four of us," Mathias whispered in my ear, startling me where I stood. His arms wrapped around me before I could jump out of reach.
I took a moment to settle back, breathing him in. Their scents were stronger today. His citrus-and-berry-punch-blend sweet and tart, clinging to me the moment his arms were around me.
It took far too much effort to focus on the picture again.
"Oh, but these have to stay, too. It's perfect," I told him honestly. "I need a copy of this one in my room, too. Now I need a camera so I can take even more, or one of those printers for your phone.”
"That we can do," he promised as he took my hand. “Come on, I want to show you where I paint the vehicles. It's kind of boring but it's part of the tour.”
"I want to see it all," I reassured him. “Especially the things you love.”
He smiled as he pulled me through the garage to a side door.
"So, this door stays closed at all times, except tonight. It's a clean room, so nothing can get in the paint. There isn't much in here, just the tools and paint guns," he explained. His entire face was lighting up as he swept his arms wide to show the room. "Up those stairs right outside the clean room is where my office is and where I do most of my planning work."
That was the part I was most excited to see. I wanted to see how he came up with his designs and maybe if he agreed, he could draw me a new logo for my business.
"Let's go, I'm ready to see where you work the magic," I told Mathias as I gestured to the stairs. We climbed them in sync until I hit the landing. My foot caught on the ledge, nearly sending me sprawling to the floor. I’d have busted my face if Mathias hadn't caught me, pulling me safely into his arms.
"If you wanted to get closer to me, all you had to do was ask," he teased, his gorgeous green eyes so full of happiness it had me melting into his touch even more. The earlier heat was back now, licking over my skin at our close contact.
"There isn't a time that I don't want to be near you," I confessed.
His lips brushed gently over my skin, kissing my forehead, then my cheek, and finally my lips. I wanted him right here and right now, but I didn't want to be pushy, either.
Mathias broke the kiss and leaned his head on mine, "God, I want you so fucking bad, omega."
"Show me your work and then maybe we will have time for some fun," I said against his chest. Something was off and I had a suspicion my heat was hitting soon. The urge to drag him home and lock them in my nest was starting to take me over.
"Deal," he groaned, almost reluctantly. Could he feel it, too?
There were four doors on the landing, each with a name on it. "The other two have an office up here, too, but I'm usually the only one that works from them. Holt is always at the ranch and Ash isn’t the office type. Of course, we also have an empty one. That will be yours now."
"What? An office for me here? What would I need that for?" I asked, but I was secretly jumping for joy on the inside. They were leaving space for me in so many ways without even realizing it. My omega adored it.
"Editing, invoicing, napping. Doesn't matter. We built it for our omega to do with as she pleased," he answered. “Even if it’s a cozy nesting room to simply be close to us.”
"I could think of something more fun than napping," I teased. "I love the idea of working here and being near you guys. There are some things for my business that I can do from anywhere."
"Great, I'll get your name plate made up and you can decorate when you're ready. For now, here's my space," he said as he opened the door with his name on it.
It was even better than I thought. There was a mural that connected all four walls, it was four wolves in the mountains at night, howling at the moon. One wolf on each of the walls, as if they were talking to each other.
"This is amazing," I said, moving towards the closest wolf and tracing the outline with my fingers. "The small details make it so life-like. You have a real gift."
"That's what the guys tell me," he shrugged as I turned my head back to smile at him. "I'm just grateful that I can do what I love everyday."
Mathias sat me down at his desk, where his portfolio was waiting for me to flip through.
"Are you trying to seduce me with your art?" I asked, glancing up at him.
"Maybe...is it working?" he laughed.
"It doesn't hurt," I answered, turning to the next page. "You need to sell some of these as prints. They are fucking fantastic."
"Ash keeps telling me that, too, but I don't like to put myself out there. Painting cars is one thing, but I don't do well with criticism," he told me.
"I get that, but if I can do it, so can you," I promised with another page opened. “Plus, if they’re going to your website to buy them, they want them.”
"We will see," he mused as he took out a large, white tarp, placing it on the floor. On top of it he put a canvas big enough to be a small bed.
"What is that for?" I asked, looking up from the book.
"My next work of art. Well, ours," he smiled at me, hunger in his gaze.
"Huh?"
What kind of art was made on the floor?
He ignored me and gathered some paints in squeeze bottles and placed them on the edge of the white tarp.
"Come here and I'll show you," he said, with a crook of his finger at me. That heat I’d been avoiding was now pulsing in my veins at what he was offering. Slick dampened my underwear and I nearly knocked over the chair as I stood.
He moved away long enough to lock his office door. When he walked back, his gait was slow, stopping several feet away as his fingers worked free the buttons on his shirt, shoving it off.
My mouth went dry as he slowly removed every piece of his clothing until he was standing before me in all his lean glory.
“Your turn, baby,” he urged, stroking himself slowly as his dark-green eyes burned for me. He was the picture of calm confidence and it stole my breath away. Mathias was so many things, but in this moment, he was sexy and charming, a lethal combination.
I barely started to strip off my clothes when a burst of pain hit me right in the stomach, doubling me over in an awful cramp.
“Taryn, are you okay?” Mathias gasped, rushing forward.
“Just here, killing the mood,” I groaned, straightening up as it passed. “But I think my heat is hitting.”
His face dropped. “Oh, I’ll go find Ash.”
“No, I need you,” I pleaded. “Let’s keep going, my heat’s not here yet. Maybe we should just send them a text to get things ready, though.”
Mathias barely hid his sigh of relief as he sent off a quick text, then glanced at his supplies on the floor.
I had a feeling he was about to clean up and I wasn’t having that. “Stop.”
He froze, hand hovering over the paint, head turning my way. Then his smile grew as I started to peel away the last of my outfit until I was standing there naked.
“Pick the colors, baby,” he urged, eyes locked on my body, taking in every inch I’d exposed for him. The hunger in his eyes, the primal need I could feel growing, was drowning me in the best way.
I picked up a few shades of greens and blues. Mathias took each one, pouring streaks of the color through the canvas then took my hand, pulling me closer.
He brushed my hair behind my ear and gave me a look that made my chest ache. The pure, unfiltered love and adoration there was more than I thought I’d ever get.
“I love you, Mathias,” I whispered, not wanting to break the moment, but needing him to hear it.
His head dropped against mine, foreheads resting together as if he was soaking in my words and letting them truly sink in.
“I love you, baby. So fucking much.”
Then it was like the tension snapped between us. We clashed together, a fury of kissing and teasing bites.
At some point we fell, sliding over the canvas in breathless laughter that was soon stolen by more hungry kisses. My hands skimmed over his body, feeling every ridge of his muscles as I moved lower until I could wrap my hand around his cock.
His hands were far less delicate. Every grip was bruising and I knew I’d bear his marks. My omega perked up at the thought, loving the idea of showing the world that we were his.
Theirs, if this heat spike was the real thing. I had a strong feeling it was. Between the stress of Ash’s ex and us coming together like we did, it was bound to happen sooner, rather than later.
Paint slid along my back and legs, cold against my overly-heated skin. I shivered as Mathias loomed over me, resting on his knees between my legs, spreading me open and soaking in the sight of my wet pussy.
“So fucking perfect, baby. I will never get tired of this sight,” he promised, eyes roaming over me and nostrils flaring as he breathed me in. “We’re going to make you feel so good during this heat. I’m going to taste and tease you to the brink of insanity and back before those alphas knot you.”
I whimpered at his words, slick gushing from my core as my omega surged forward, wrapping our legs around our mate and forcing him forward so he was plunged into me instead of sliding in slow and steady like he wanted.
“Fuck,” he cursed, falling forward and bracing his hands on the canvas around me before fucking me like we were both starved for this. I couldn’t wait to see if his handprints made it through the entire thing.
I needed this moment with him, needed to claim him as much as I did the others. It might be our first time together, but it was fueled by pent-up need that had been building since we met.
His eyes never left mine as he pistoned into me, claiming me from the inside out. One hand lifted from the canvas to tease me, his fingers circling my clit with each thrust. My toes curled as the orgasm built, a slow and steady burn that was threatening to singe me from the inside out.
It wasn’t until he bent over me, teeth claiming my peaked nibble, that I came. My release slammed into me, my screams tearing out as slick gushed around him, leaking down onto the canvas, scent marking it forever.
I could vaguely hear movement beyond the room and I knew the others were here. Something about them hearing me screaming for Mathias had me even more turned on. If that was even possible.
I’d already soaked the paint and us, and he hadn’t even come yet. He was close, though. The way his thrusts were desperate, his fingers bruising as he latched onto my hips, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me writhing under him, told me he wouldn’t be holding on for much longer.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. Make yourself come around my cock one last time,” he ordered. His words were sharp and laced in wavering control. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his scent so strong that I was doused in it, my own sweet, heat-heightened scent mixing with his.
They wouldn’t be able to do business in this building for weeks after this if they didn’t air it out afterwards.
My grip was strong as I pulled him against me, fusing our sweat-soaked bodies together. I needed to feel him everywhere, the pressure of his body weighing me down as he came.
His body shuddered and I felt that shiver run through me, my fingers desperate as they were trapped between us.
Finally, we came, our mouths locking together, tongues hungry and desperate for another taste.
“Holy hell, baby. I’m ruined now. Only you, forever,” he promised again. I loved hearing how much he needed me, wanted me. It was the same on my end.
I knew I could spend everyday with this pack and it would never be enough. It wasn’t just their bodies I craved, or their scents, but them as a whole. I loved their contrasting personalities and the way they brought out the best in each other, and me.
We were perfect, and nothing was going to change that.