Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
WILLOW
Turning in a wide circle in front of a mirror, I wonder for the third time if I should change. My jeans hug my ass tightly in all the right places and my cropped, green shirt shows off my toned stomach.
“Willow, if you change your clothes, Briar and Atlas are going to find us fucking on the ground, despite your rule,” Jude groans, gracefully flopping onto the ground dramatically.
I swear, he can make everything look sexy. Pretending to ignore him, I put on my lipstick before glancing at him in amusement.
“Do you think Atlas will punish us if we’re bad?” I croon. I’ve spanked Jude a handful of times, and it’s always led to me fucking him with a strap on, refusing to let him cum.
Jude perfumes as he groans, remembering his punishments, while I grin like a maniac.
“Willow, you don’t play fair,” he complains.
“I know.”
Walking over to him, I straddle his body on the ground, rolling my hips over his erection as his hazel eyes grow heated.
“His hand is so big, I bet it would leave a really pretty red mark.” My head drops back as my breaths get heavier, his cock perfectly grinding against my jeans-covered pussy. “I can’t wait to watch his cock destroy your ass, baby.”
Sitting up without using his hands, Jude smirks as he fists my hair, kissing down my neck before biting down. Fuck, I love when he’s feral and passionate.
“You’re going to make the entire apartment smell like your sweet cream and my slick, baby. Is your lipstick smudge proof?”
“Nope,” I laugh. “This is how I plan to be a good girl. It’s a mouth chastity belt. I plan to gag on Atlas’ cock while Briar swallows you down, baby, and no sooner will I be sucking dick.”
“You’re an evil mastermind. The shit you come up with shouldn’t be legal, Willow.”
“Isn’t it great? Fuck, I have to work after our date. This client is on a deadline, which means so am I,” I sigh.
“Boo. Are they at least being nice about it?”
“Yeah. She’s awesome, but it doesn’t make the work disappear, Jude. I need to send her a status update tonight.”
A knock on the door has me pushing off my omega's lap as I stand, leaving him to grin as he watches me walk.
“Your ass looks good in those jeans, baby. Can I strip them off you and then eat you out?”
“With pick-up lines like that, how could I resist?” I tease Jude, opening the door.
“You didn’t check to see who it was,” Atlas says, tilting his head as he gazes at me in confusion.
“There’s a certain way that you walk, and your knock is also very unique. I can recognize patterns, Mountain Man. There’s no one else it could be.”
“I was going to give you a whole spiel about safety, but I’m going to tuck that lecture away,” he grumbles.
“You’re adorable when you’re all grumpy and protective.”
Stepping back, I allow him to come inside, and Jude stands up smoothly with a smile still on his lips.
“Were you two wrestling?” Atlas asks, smoothing my hair back as he passes me.
“I’m not allowed to wrestle with Willow, not unless I plan for clothes to end up all over the room. I have raging blue balls,” Jude says.
“Poor baby. You have a hand, Jude. You can take care of yourself.”
“Actually,” I purr, closing the door behind me. “He’s not allowed to touch his cock without permission. I might let him cum on my breasts later. We’ll see if he’s a good boy or not.”
“Fuck.” Atlas pushes his fingers through his hair as he looks between us, and Jude tries to look really innocent.
“You two are going to be so much trouble, aren’t you?
A Mommy Dom and her cute little brat. Briar is on her way over, but I have a suggestion.
It’s my turn to plan a date. She doesn’t like to be outside of Widows Peak. ”
“We could have driven over there,” I say, confused. “I don’t mind. It’s a really cute area. We had fun last time, and there’s a bakery I’ve been dreaming about trying.”
“Next time,” he promises. “Why don’t I take you out, and Jude and Briar can hang out at the apartment. They haven’t had much time together, and it’ll help her anxiety surrounding new places.”
“Willow loves all kinds of games,” Jude says, putting me on blast. “Some of them are dirty. Think Briar would be into it?”
“I’m sure she would. Briar wants to get to know you, and competitive games are great for that. It tells you more than you’d think about a person,” Atlas admits.
“I’m a great loser,” Jude shrugs, opening the closet door as he surveys the options. “Willow very happily wipes the floor with my ass at these games.”
“Why do you keep playing?” Atlas asks, his eyes on Jude’s ass. If my ass looks good in my jeans, Jude’s is a work of fucking art.
“Willow loves to win, and it leads to really fun sex. Oh, there’s a craft in here too.”
“I forgot we bought that,” I admit. “The studio we went to had crafts you could buy to make at home.”
“I’ll place it somewhere you’ll see it,” Jude says, shrugging as he pulls different board games out. I love how easy it is for him to remember how my mind works.
“He gets you, Hummingbird,” Atlas says under his breath, watching as Jude sets up the living room for a game night.
“He does,” I say happily.
“I’m going to grab floor pillows,” Jude says distractedly, in his head as he disappears into our bedroom.
“Jude never makes me feel bad about forgetting things. My keys always go missing, and I hyperfixate on crazy things when I go down a rabbit hole. He just pivots and finds ways to make my life easier.”
There’s another knock on the door, and this time Atlas carefully checks the peephole before answering the door. Ugh, as if he can’t tell it's obviously Briar. Point taken, growly alpha.
“Hey, Little Rose. How was the drive?” he asks, pulling her into his arms to kiss her. Ugh, they’re so freaking cute together. I can’t take it. He lifts her into the air slightly so he can close the door behind her, and then he’s scent marking her cheek.
“The sun is shining, for now, so I call that a win. I drove my bike, needing the excuse to take her out for a longer ride. Plus, if I have to make a quick getaway, it’s easier than a car,” she chuckles, but I’m not sure if she’s completely joking or not. Huh.
“No need for a getaway,” Jude laughs. “At least I hope not. I’ll make sure you enjoy your time here.”
Briar looks at the games on the table and smiles.
“I love board games. Is this our plan? I don’t want to see people today, and you all don’t count in that,” she says.
“Honestly, work has been brutal with Lexi taking time off with the new baby and Silva needing a few days off for her heat. I could use some time to just relax.”
“I know exactly what you mean about not wanting to people,” I grin, watching as Atlas steps back so I can hug her. “How would you feel about a split date? Jude is setting up board games, and he never wins.”
“Are you suggesting I throw a game?” she asks, aghast.
“Fuck no. Beat his ass, baby!”
“You’re so mean,” Jude snorts, laying down fluffy floor pillows. I notice he changed into a pair of joggers and a tank top, and Briar can’t stop staring at him. I can’t blame her, he looks like a fucking snack.
I knew he wouldn’t mind staying in. He was up late last night working. He may even con Briar into a nap.
“This sounds fun,” Briar admits. “Bye!”
I can’t help giggling as she and Jude bicker about which game to play first. Atlas wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my forehead as he watches them.
“It’s like we’re not even here,” he mumbles.
“We’re not,” I say, reaching over to grab my purse. “I bet they’re napping like good little omegas by the time we get back.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Briar doesn’t nap,” Atlas scoffs, following me out the door. He stops when I continue walking down the hall, and I twist my body, knowing what he’s going to say.
“It locks automatically, snookums. Check it.”
Atlas grabs the handle and tries to open it, frowning as he jogs to catch up with me once he proves me right.
“You knew I was going to do that,” he grumbles, picking me up and swatting my ass as he settles me on his shoulder. “And snookums, really?” His eyes dance with amusement.
“It’s not my fault you’re predictable,” I giggle. “And what, you gave me a cute nickname, I think you deserve one too,” I grin mischievously.
“You’re a chaos gremlin. You're going to balance me out just fine.”
“What are your plans for me?” I ask, tickled that he’s jogging down the stairs without breaking a sweat with me as his passenger.
“I want to see the world through your eyes. We’re doing whatever you want. Need to go grocery shopping? I’m in. Still want something sweet? Let’s go to the bakery.”
“My brain is not very pretty,” I admit, gasping when he puts me back on my feet outside of the building. I’m a little self conscious because my mind is messy.
If I’m being honest, I need a kill to quiet how loud it is. I’m forgetting more, and it’s harder to work lately. I can’t exactly say that to Atlas though. He’d probably run for the hills, taking Briar with him, and I wouldn’t blame him.
“No one’s brain is pretty,” he shrugs, grabbing my hand and starting to walk.
Ridley’s Hawk is a small town, and there’s just enough here to sustain the people who live here. I have to admit there’s more to do in Widows Peak, but we have some cute shops, the strip club, a park, and a rage room I am a proud patron of.
“What crazy thoughts live in your brain?” I ask, dropping my head back to enjoy the sun on my face. “I have eight thoughts that trail off from the first one I had, and then an hour later, I’ll remember something that's related to the first thought I had. Talking to me is exhausting.”
“For who?” Atlas asks. “The world isn’t kind to anyone who doesn’t fit in their perfect idea of what they should be. Too many people try to emulate the wrong things, and it makes them mean and frustrated, Hummingbird. Don’t let anyone do that to you. I adore your mind.”
My lips pull into a smile as I bask in his praise. Jude rolls with the punches with me, but I don’t think anyone has ever told me that they love my mind.