28. Lainey
I was feeling a little antsy after my talk with Lawson earlier so I decided to text Lucky with the hope that he would offer some levity. Not only did he not do that, he sent me several shirtless pictures of him and Wyatt with their sweats riding so low I could see the start of their knots.
Ball Boys Anonymous
Lucky
*photos attached*
Missing us already kitten?
Wyatt
The photoshoot was Lucky’s idea
Lucky
Don’t pretend you weren’t completely on board
Wyatt
…
Miss you, honey.
I had absolutely no idea how to respond to the photos, so I did what I do best and pretended they didn’t send me headfirst into a heat spike while also quietly saving them to a new folder on my phone.
Me
Miss you guys too
Now my body is throbbing and I’m debating on the ethics of masturbating in the same house as my other alpha who I am only just starting to make amends with. I mean he’s on the first floor and I’m on the third. There’s no way he would know, right?
Even if he did know, would he care? Sure I could track him down and ask to sit on his knot but it feels kind of scummy to do that after being turned on by his younger brother and pack mate.
Toys it is .
My old collection was lost in the dorm fire, but Wyatt ended up surprising me with an array of them just a few days after our first time.
He said something about wanting me to have options if I was feeling needy when they weren’t around.
Turns out he knew exactly what he was doing.
I would put money on him having thought of this very moment in advance and wanting to make sure I was well prepared.
I pull out a small purple vibe that claims to have life changing suction and set it on my bedside table.
I have never been someone who can just stop what I’m doing and masturbate to a quick orgasm.
I always have to set the mood, and even then there’s no guarantee I will be able to get out of my head enough to get there.
It’s way easier for me to come with a partner, but I’m hoping having those photos from Lucky and Wyatt will help quiet the noise.
I turn off the overhead light in my room and flick on the lamp, mentally thanking the guys for having the foresight to install a dimmer.
I consider taking a shower but I still have Law’s spicy gingerbread scent all over me.
The last thing I want is to wash that off my body when I spent the last couple of months deprived of it.
Instead, I head to my closet and slip on the large t-shirt of his I may have somewhat, not so accidentally, stolen from the laundry room a few weeks ago. Two candles get lit on either side of my bed, and I finally feel like I’m ready.
“Okay, you can do this.” The pep talk only serves to make me think about it more, and I already have a bad feeling about how this is going to go.
But I have to try anyway. I’m desperate to get rid of some of this tension and sexual frustration.
Doctor Mel warned me the second trimester might lead to an increase in libido, but I thought that was just something women say so you aren’t completely terrified of pregnancy.
Based on the number of panties I have had to wash this week alone, it’s safe to say she was not just saying it to make me feel better.
Lying back on the bed, I take a mental inventory of my “self-care checklist” determining that I have set myself up for success as much as I possibly can, and now it’s time to walk the walk, so to speak.
I nearly groan at my never ending inner monologue, but that would only frustrate me more.
I turn the toy on, waiting for the little buzz the instructions said would happen, and when I feel it, I position it over my clit.
This is one of the ones that has suction but also a little piece that looks like a tongue, so it’s kind of a dual sensation.
But that also means there are like three different buttons and that alone is almost enough to make me say forget it, but I know I can’t do that. I deserve an orgasm, damn it!
It doesn’t take too long to figure out the buttons and the immediacy with which the vibrations hit my clit has me gasping a surprised moan.
I position it where it feels best and then hold it in one hand, slipping the other under Lawson’s t-shirt to play with my nipples.
They are insanely sensitive lately and it feels like a direct line to my clit when someone plays with them.
I moan into the room, my hips rising and falling against the movement of the silicone tongue, but it’s not enough.
I can feel the orgasm building, but it feels like no matter what I do I just can’t get there.
Dropping the toy, I let out a frustrated scream and slap my hand down on the mattress just as the door flies open, emitting a frantic Lawson.
I shriek, using my hands to cover myself even though the t-shirt does most of the work for me. But still, my bed faces the door, so he probably just got an eyeful of my vagina. “Are you okay?”he sounds out of breath like maybe he ran up here.
“I’m fine!” I squeak.
“I heard you scream…” he’s less frantic now and more confused, at least until his eyes land on the still-sucking toy. “Oh.”
My face flames like never before, blood rushing to my cheeks so fast I feel a little dizzy. Not only did Lawson and I just make up, but now he’s caught me trying, and failing , to masturbate because his stupid pack mates got me all worked up when they’re in another state.
“It isn’t what you’re thinking.” I blurt.
He raises a brow, a slight curl tilting the corner of his lips. “You sure about that?”
A pathetic excuse for a growl rattles out of my throat, and I can see Lawson trying not to laugh.
“If you must know, your stupid brother and Wyatt decided to send sexy selfies when I was already feeling antsy and out of sorts and I thought maybe I could use one of the toys Wyatt got me, but I guess that’s too much to ask because no matter what I tried I couldn’t get there.
So the scream you heard was one of frustration, not pleasure. ”
He doesn’t say anything for several excruciating seconds and just when I’m ready to hide in my unfinished nest for the rest of the weekend, he moves.
He slams my bedroom door shut and stalks to the bed, stripping his clothes off on the way.
My jaw is on the floor by the time he’s down to his boxers.
This is the first time I’ve seen Lawson shirtless and the man is a walking Adonis.
If I thought Lucky and Wyatt were ripped, Law is a goddamn statue carved by Michelangelo himself.
Before I have a chance to collect the pieces of my dignity scattered about the bed, he’s on top of me.
Knees on either side of my hips and hands pinning my wrists down by my head.
The toy is still making noise down by his knees, and that somehow feels more mortifying than my pack lead catching me masturbating.
“Let’s get one thing straight, angel.” He growls.
His breath smells like cinnamon and I vaguely wonder if he uses cinnamon toothpaste to complement his scent.
“I don’t care which one of my pack mates caused it, if you were feeling needy you should have come to me.
There’s no reason for you to rely on a piece of silicone when you have a warm, willing alpha right here.
” His tongue snakes out to flick over my throat and he groans, grinding his hips to mine with pressure that’s too much and also not enough.
A gasp slips out at the feeling. “But we just?—”
Another growl, this one deeper. “I don’t care. We could be in the fight of the century, but if my omega needs something, she’s going to come to me . Do we understand each other?”
My teeth dig into my bottom lip, perfume spinning out of control as heady want drapes over me like silk. “We do.”
He smirks, which is a look I don’t think I have seen on him yet but is so freaking hot I may spontaneously combust. The similarities between him and his brother are even more evident with that expression.
“Good.” His hands slide down my arms and skim my ribs before they come to rest on my waist. “Now, why don’t you tell me what this toy is supposed to do? ”
I lick my lips, fighting the urge to hide myself from him now that my arms are free. “It, um. It has suction that goes on your clit, and then that silicone piece is supposed to be a tongue. It mimics oral, basically.”
He nods, picking up the offending purple toy and turning it over in his hands like he’s conducting a quality inspection.
“I see.” My perfume is so thick in the air it would be embarrassing if Lawson’s wasn’t equally as strong.
The spicy gingerbread fills my lungs on each inhale, turning me into a molten puddle of horny omega once again.
I haven’t had nearly enough of this alpha’s scent, and my body knows it.
His green eyes blaze with fiery determination. “I can do better.”
My omega is the one who shoves herself to the forefront and forces me to throw down the gauntlet. “Do it.”